Friday, 26 April 2019

Temporary Bride by Arabella Sheen - Excerpt 5


Temporary Bride
  
Arabella Sheen



Max Jordan is one of America’s most powerful, leading corporate lawyers. He is also the major stockholder and head of the billion-dollar corporation - Jordan Diamond Empire.
Max must marry soon to keep the business safe and the company secure from a takeover.
Returning to England in search of the only woman he knows and trusts to help him in his moment of need - he tracks Amy down and asks her to marry him.


Amy Denver wants nothing to do with Max Jordan…and she certainly wants nothing to do with his marriage proposal. Five painful years have passed since Max disappeared from her life and a lot has happened to her in between. Amy has a secret she’d rather he didn’t discover…her secret is Jake…their son. Once again Amy finds herself surrendering to Max and his demands as he whisks her and Jake off to Waterfront, his private, secluded home in the Hamptons.

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The whole room was waiting to gauge James’s reaction to Max’s request. James simply shrugged his shoulders offering no objections.
“If it’s alright with Amy, it’s alright with me,” he replied.
Amy panicked.
“I’m sure I can find someone from the typing pool to assist Mr Jordan,” she offered hurriedly. “And if there are any problems he can…”
“No, it’s alright. Max can have you,” said James Martin laying down the law.
Amy knew there would be no arguing with James. A decision had been made.
“Max will have a heavy workload and he’ll need all the help he can get. You’re the best we’ve got Amy.” James had turned to look at her.
Max can have you.
She didn’t like the sound of that. How dare they pass her about as if she was a slave to be bartered with?
She was totally opposed to working with Max but that didn’t seem to matter to anyone. It seemed Max was being handed what he wanted on a plate…and he wanted Amy.
Unwillingly and reluctantly Amy had to agree that logically the decision was the right one.
If they hoped to achieve the impossible and win the Diablo case, Max would need all the help he could get and she was the most suitable assistant for the job.
When the meeting was over and everyone was leaving, Amy made a quick dash and escaped to her own office.
She was on the point of collapse and could scarcely stand.
All she wanted to do was close her office door and shut out the world. However, when she turned around to do just that, she found Max had followed her from the conference room and was now standing behind. He towered over her and she almost buckled at the knees.
Now he had her cornered in her office. For the first time in five years, she was once again alone with Max Jordan.
“Not now Max, please,” she said, almost begging.
“Amy, at some point we have to talk,” he told her bluntly. “I’ll leave you to choose the time and the place if you like. If you want somewhere that’s private, that’s fine. But we need to talk. We have unfinished business.”
He wasn’t asking her. He was telling her. And there was no question he would get what he wanted. Max had walked back into her life and he wasn’t being quite about it.
“We’ve nothing to talk about Max. Either privately or in public,” she said sternly.
She was determined to avoid being alone with him at all costs.
“I’ll work with you during office hours,” she told him. “But only because I have to. If you want to talk to me about anything other than what we’re working on, I’m not interested. I’m not going to listen to you and I don’t want to know.”
Max simple ignored what she’d just said.
“I have a full day ahead of me with James and I’m not sure when we’ll be finished.” He looked quickly at his watch. “We ought to get through the case notes by about five o’clock. I’ll look in here after we’ve finished and we can . . .”
“I won’t be here,” she told him in no uncertain terms. “And I’m not waiting.”
 “You never did wait. Did you? That was one of our problems.” He shook his head in frustration and took a deep breath. “If you’re not here how do I get hold of you?”
“You don’t...I’ll call you.”
She smiled a tight smile as if her face would crack.
He got the message. He knew she wouldn’t be calling him. She didn’t have his mobile number and he realised she wouldn’t make an effort to get in contact.
“Although you might think it, I wasn’t born yesterday. Give me your number and I’ll phone you,” he demanded.
She wasn’t giving him her number at any costs. She didn’t want anything to do with him and there was absolutely no way she going to become involved with him for a second time.
As far as she was concerned the past was over and done with. She had moved on and she had started a new life.
“Amy! What’s your number?” he barked out threateningly between clenched teeth. “Tell me . . .”
She was brought back to reality with a jerk.
Quickly she found a scrap of paper and scribbled her number on it before unwillingly handing it over. She felt like she’d just signed her life away.
“I’ll be here at five. Wait for me,” and then he was gone.
With her head in a spin from the whirlwind of events that morning, Amy pressed a button on her desk putting the switchboard on hold and left her office.
Passing reception she entered the nearby stationary store cupboard where the surplus office equipment was kept and, slamming the door shut behind her, she burst into tears sobbing inconsolably.
Everyone, even the most junior members of staff, knew you never went into the stationary store cupboard if the door was shut.
It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later, when Cathy came to grab a quick cup of coffee and a gossip with Amy about the meeting, that it was discovered she was still nowhere to be seen. She hadn’t returned to her office.
Cathy went in search of her friend and was pointed in the direction of the store cupboard by one of the reception staff.
Tapping on the door and receiving no reply Cathy cautiously turned the handle and found Amy with a very damp handkerchief mopping her eyes and vigorously blowing her red nose.
Amy looked up and saw her friend.
“Oh Cathy…” she cried, before once again collapsing into a snivelling wreck. “I never cry…never…not even when Jake had meningitis and we couldn’t bring his temperature down. And the time I sprained my ankle and I couldn’t walk for a week. I never cry.”
“I know…I know,” said Cathy soothingly. “But sometimes we need to cry.”
“But you don’t know. You can’t know what’s happened,” Amy sniffed loudly.  
“No, I don’t. But whatever it is, it will be alright. Nothing can be that bad. Except if something’s happened to Jake. Nothing’s happened to him…has it?” Cathy asked.
All of a sudden Amy turned as white as the stack of A4 sheets of paper piled in front of her on the storeroom shelves.
“Jake? No, it’s not Jake At least…he’s supposed to be in day school. No, it Jake’s father. He’s found us. Max is here,” she cried.
“Max? Max Jordan?” Cathy said reeling from the shock.
“Cathy, you’ve set alarm bells ringing. I’ve got to call the school and see if Jake’s alright. I have to see if he’s still there. He might have been taken. I wouldn’t put it past Max to . . .”
But Cathy didn’t hear the remainder of what Amy was saying. Amy had already left the store cupboard and was running to her office where she frantically dialled the number of Jake’s school. Her hands were shaking.
The school reassured her Jake was still in class and he wouldn’t be leaving until she came to collect him.
Putting down the phone Amy sank into her office chair and put her head in her hands.
“Drink,” Cathy said as she put a steaming cup of tea on the desk in front of Amy.
Amy picked up the cup and did as she was told. She took a few sips of the hot, sweet, steamy liquid and made a face.
“You know I don’t take sugar,” Amy said grimacing.
“It will do you good and whilst you are drinking it you can tell me what’s going on,” Cathy said firmly.
Then the two friends sat and talked together for a while.
“So you see Max came, he saw, and he conquered…and then he deserted. Well not literally. It’s just that other things probably got in his way,” Amy explained. She had no idea why she was making excuses for the man.
When Cathy heard the story Amy had just told, she didn’t see, or couldn’t see and wouldn’t see, how anyone would willingly leave beautiful, gentle Amy.
Only a fool would have walked away when Amy had given him her heart.


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Wednesday, 24 April 2019

Welcome to Family Saga Author - Maggie Mason

I’m delighted to welcome Maggie Mason to my blog.


Hello Maggie, I’ve been looking forward to having you on Arabella’s Blog and Chit-Chat for some time and now you're here, I’m eager to discover all the news concerning your latest release, Blackpool’s Daughter. But first, here are a few questions which will hopefully give your readers a chance to get to know you a little better and discover some of the things that matter to you.


Arabella: How did you manage to get your first novel published and what did you learn from the experience?
Maggie: This took all of twenty years. But back in those days it was extremely difficult to get an agent, let alone a publisher. If I was privileged enough to receive a reply to my enquiry, it usually was along the lines of: Publishers are not interested in Clogs and Shawl novels anymore, or, thank you, but no thank you. With the innovative dawn of Amazon self-publishing, everything changed. The reader was now in the driving seat, and as we authors gave them our books and they downloaded them in their thousands, the publishers began to take note. On self-publication of my fifth book and it going to the number one spot in genre, they no longer ignored me. Within a week I had a message from a publisher showing interest, another from a large print publisher, and then a phone call from an agent. My real journey began from then, as I had never given up on the dream of being traditionally published and seeing my books in the shops.

Arabella: If you could choose, which would it be: A walk in the woods, a walk along a beach front to dip your toes in the sea, or a day shopping for clothes?
Maggie: A walk along a beach front. I love the sea, and the feel of the sand between my toes and the ever-present breeze on my face. And I find the sound of lapping waves, and watching the beautiful seagulls swirling and diving very relaxing. I can never resist dipping my toes and will often walk along the edge of the sea so that I have the constant feel of the water on my feet.

Arabella: Who or what inspired you to write your latest release, Blackpool’s Daughter?
Maggie: Ever since reading Gillian Mawson’s Guernsey Evacuees – a true account of those who, as children, were evacuated to Britain at the outbreak of war, I have wanted to write a novel based on the stories of heartache, hardship and tragically for some, never being returned to their parents. I saw in my minds eye the pain of a mother and daughter separated and began to imagine how desperate they would be to get back together. This led me to write Blackpool’s Daughter. 
  

Arabella: Some authors write at first light, others need a mug of coffee or a glass of wine before putting pen to paper. When writing, are there any “essentials” you need to help the words flow?
Maggie: I begin my writing day at 5am, I find the peace of that hour suits me before most of the world wakes up. I wake up my brain, not by reading what I wrote the day before as many authors do, but by playing a few games of solitaire on my phone – I know, a strange habit. But once I have achieved the three goals the app sets me, I’m wide awake and ready to go. I can work all day then, being fed and watered by my lovely hubby.

Arabella: Where do you read? Sofa or bed or ____?
Maggie: I have so little time to read, and much that I do is for research or for a review, so with this limitation, once I start to read, the book goes everywhere with me – even into the toilet!!! My favourite place of all though has to be sitting on a beach bar lounger with an attentive waiter bringing me cocktails at my whim…sigh
  

Arabella: You’re halfway through the work-in-progress, you’re about to kill off the hero and there is going to be no happy-ever-after. In other words, you’re stuck! If you had to contact an “author/publisher/editor friend” for guidance, who would it be?
Maggie: Luckily, this has never happened, but if it did, it would be my lovely agent Judith Murdoch. Judith is very down to earth and would probably tell me to down tools for a couple of days or some such advice. Nothing ruffles Judith, and her answer to any queries or concerns are of that nature. She always signs off her short and to the point correspondence with ‘onwards and upwards’.

Arabella: The T.V. is on and you’re in control of the remote. Which is it to be: A quiz programme…An afternoon of sport…A family soap…A romantic film you always wanted to see but missed when it was shown at the cinema?
Maggie: Of those four it would be the film. I love to lose myself in a soppy film, especially if it is true life story. Tissues at the ready, and I’m happy. If documentary had been there, that would have won, as I am fascinated by finding out how this or that works – the ambulance service, the zoo, wild life dynamics – anything and everything, and for escapism, those that help others richer than I to find a place in the sun, or the country – oh and best of all, the ones that take you on the journey of an old property being brought back to life.

Arabella: Do you have any great writing, publishing, or marketing tips you’d like to share?
Maggie: My writing tip would be to get the story down, don’t keep going back over it and editing what you have so far, but keep going till the end. Nothing can be until it is created. Once you have it all down – a beginning, middle and end, then spend time reading it through and making any necessary edits. A much quicker process and a much more enjoyable one than anguishing over every scene.


Well, readers, if you’re still with me, thank you, and I hope you have enjoyed this little insight into my work and me. I loved taking part as this has been one of the most interesting set of questions set by an interviewer to date.

If you would like to know more about my work – my releases, join in competitions and receive three-monthly newsletters, then I would love to welcome you to my website: www.authormarywood.com and/or my Facebook page: www.facebook.com/HistoricalNovels

BLACKPOOL’S DAUGHTER can be found in Asda and Morrisons and is available in libraries on ebook sites.  

And Coming Soon:
I have written a series called THE SANDGRONIANS – which is a name given to those born in Blackpool. Book one is available for pre order on ebook outlets and released in July and is called BLACKPOOL’S ANGEL, the paperback will follow in November. Book Two: BLACKPOOL’S SISTERS will be in ebook by Dec and paperback in April 2020. Book Three: BLACKPOOL’S CHRISTMAS isn’t written yet but is scheduled for Christmas 2020.

Much love to you all, Maggie x

Maggie, it was a tremendous pleasure having you as a guest on Arabella’s Blog and Chit-Chat and I’m sure your readers were just as enthralled as I was to discover some of your writing secrets. The fact you rise with the dawn chorus and start playing solitaire before pounding out the words to your next novel on the keyboard was fascinating. Thank you so much for sharing something personal about yourself and your life. It brings you closer to us.
Wishing you all the best with your family sagas…

Arabella Sheen
arabellasheen.co.uk


About Maggie Mason
Maggie Mason is a pseudonym of author Mary Wood. Mary began her career by self-publishing on kindle where many of her sagas reached number one in genre. She was spotted by Pan Macmillan and to date has written many books for them under her own name, with more to come. Mary continues to be proud to write for Pan Macmillan, but is now equally proud and thrilled to take up a second career with Sphere under the name of Maggie Mason. A Blackpool Lass is her first in a planned series of standalone books and trilogies set in her home town of Blackpool.
Mary retired from working for the National Probation Service in 2009, when she took up full time writing, something she'd always dreamed of doing. She follows in the footsteps of her great-grandmother, Dora Langlois, who was an acclaimed author, playwright and actress in the late nineteenth – early twentieth century.
It was her work with the Probation Service that gives Mary's writing its grittiness, her need to tell it how it is, which takes her readers on an emotional journey to the heart of issues.

Book Blurb
Clara is forced to flee her home as the Nazis invade the beautiful island of Guernsey
Separated from her mother, far away from anything familiar, she is at the mercy of a cruel shopkeeper. Clara is worked like a dog, but the warmth of her Blackpool friendships will go far to save her.
Julia just wants to find her beloved daughter - but the trials of war will keep them far apart.
They will meet again - but the war will change everything for mother and daughter...

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Friday, 19 April 2019

Temporary Bride by Arabella Sheen - Excerpt 4


Temporary Bride
  
Arabella Sheen



Max Jordan is one of America’s most powerful, leading corporate lawyers. He is also the major stockholder and head of the billion-dollar corporation - Jordan Diamond Empire.
Max must marry soon to keep the business safe and the company secure from a takeover.
Returning to England in search of the only woman he knows and trusts to help him in his moment of need - he tracks Amy down and asks her to marry him.

Amy Denver wants nothing to do with Max Jordan…and she certainly wants nothing to do with his marriage proposal. Five painful years have passed since Max disappeared from her life and a lot has happened to her in between. Amy has a secret she’d rather he didn’t discover…her secret is Jake…their son. Once again Amy finds herself surrendering to Max and his demands as he whisks her and Jake off to Waterfront, his private, secluded home in the Hamptons.


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“You two know each other?” James asked. He was somewhat taken aback.
“Amy and I go way back,” Max explained and he raised an eyebrow suggestively.
Amy felt a blush of embarrassment covering her face and it was there for all to see.
Max was still holding her hand and she knew he could feel her body trembling. She was shaking from head to toe, dreading what was about to come.
Max Jordan wasn’t supposed to be here.
He was supposed to be out of her life. He was supposed to be somewhere on the other side of the world…not here in England.
Feeling fenced in, she began to panic. She had to get away from him. She felt she couldn’t stay there a moment longer.
Amy was about to make a run for it but Max gripped and held her tightly against his side. Now that he’d found her, it seemed he wasn’t letting go.
“What? You two know each other? Amy, you dark horse,” James said. “You could have warned us you knew Max.”
“Oh no, I don’t know Max. I mean…I don’t know Mr Jordan,” Amy spluttered, trying to keep her composure.
She was frantically denying the fact she knew Max. Looking around the room she tried to convince everyone she was telling the truth.
“We were only briefly acquainted,” she explained. “And I never really knew him.”
And then she said something unforgivable. “And I don’t need and I don’t want to know him now.”
She heard a sharp intake of air as Max drew in his breath through clenched teeth.
It seemed she had hit a nerve.
She had gone too far and, although she was dismayed at what she had unthinkingly said, she couldn’t and wouldn’t take the words back.
They were true.
She had never really known the true Max and she didn’t want to get to know him again. She had too much to lose. She was aiming to avoid Max at all costs.
“You always did have a reputation of saying what you thought,” Max said smiling.
“Oh, so now I have a reputation. And what sort of reputation would that be Mr Jordan? A ruined reputation?”
The sarcasm was dripping from her tongue and Max made a face as if she had just wounded him deeply.
What right did he have to look at her like that? She was the injured party. Not him.
She desperately wanted to leave and get away but she couldn’t. With the room full of lawyers waiting for her to start the meeting, there was no chance of an immediate escape.
She was forced to stay.
Max was still holding her against his side and discreetly she started tugging away from him until reluctantly he had to release her. As their contact was broken she felt his energy draining from her.
“Ladies and gentlemen please be seated.” Max was taking command of the meeting. “I believe we’re to have a presentation followed by a discussion,” he said. “If everyone’s here…shall we proceed?”
On shaky legs and with some difficulty, Amy went over to the hologram projector and started operating the high-tech equipment.
She gave the opening speech flawlessly and when her presentation of the facts had ended the senior partners took over. Then they started getting down to the nitty-gritty.
When discussions finished it was unanimously decided Max was the best man to represent both sides of the Atlantic. He was the lawyer who was going to present the case to the English and American judicial systems. He was the man for the job.
With everyone anticipating a long, complicated, legal battle that could take months of court appearances and high powered negotiations, concerns were voiced about the amount of travelling Max would have to do. But Max shrugged off their worries telling them travel wasn’t a problem for him.
As Max began closing the meeting he stood up to address the group.
“Well, that seems to be it,” he told them. “I believe we’ve covered the most urgent points on the agenda and I’d like to say thanks for giving me such a warm welcome to Martin and Campbell earlier. I think I now have some insight into how things work here and where to go if I’m in trouble. And as I’m always in trouble, you’ll probably be seeing a lot of me.”
There was a burst of shared laughter from his audience.
“Officially I’m not one of the team but at some point, I shall probably need one of you to help me with my legal work when I’m in England. I’d like someone who knows the ropes and can organise me. Someone who can do the legwork so to speak.”
At the back of the room, someone mumbled something and a chuckle of agreement came from various staff members.
“Amy has great legs.”
Max had heard what was said and Amy saw his lips curve into a grin of agreement.
Didn’t the man miss anything?
Max was waiting expectantly for someone to volunteer and then he said, “Someone has just kindly suggested Amy and, if there are no objections, I’d like Amy to work with me whilst I’m here.”
“Who wouldn’t want Amy?” It was the same voice and everyone laugh again.
Everyone, that is, except Amy.


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Any names or characters have no existence outside the imagination of the
 author or are used fictitiously and actual events are purely coincidental.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, transmitted, copied,
stored in a retrieval system known or hereinafter invented, without
 written permission of the publisher.

Copyright © 2013 by – Arabella Sheen
Published by priceplacebooks 
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ISBN 978-0-9575698-0-5

Wednesday, 17 April 2019

Welcome to Contemporary Author - Francine Beaton



I’m delighted to welcome Francine Beaton to my blog. 


Hello Francine,
Like you, I’m a member of The Romantic Novelists’ Association and it was through the RNA that I’ve been able to connect with so many wonderful writers. It’s marvellous how everyone shares the experiences - both good and bad - they've faced on their writing journey. I'm looking forward to reading the nuggets of knowledge you're willing to reveal.
Here are a few questions which will hopefully give your readers an insight into some of the things that matter to you.


Arabella: How did you manage to get your first novel published and what did you learn from the experience?
Francine: I only started writing in July 2018. For the next months, I’ve written non-stop. In May 2017 I went to a Romance Masterclass with Sarah Bullen from The Writing Room in Cape Town. Throughout that weekend and the following months, Sarah mentored me until I was ready to approach publishers in September 2017. I sent out 64 submissions, got several rejections but three indie publishers accepted me. I signed with Roane for my first three books. Before book 2 was at the editors, I realised that for me to get print books to South Africa, it would be too costly. I got my rights back and started to self-publish.

Arabella: If you could choose, which would it be: A walk in the woods, a walk along a beach front to dip your toes in the sea, or a day shopping for clothes?
Francine: A walk in the woods, for sure. I love forests. There is something magical about it.

Arabella: Who or what inspired you to write your latest release, Leading from the Front?
Francine: As Leading from the Front is a rugby romance, the third in the Playing for Glory series, I got my inspiration from three rugby captains, Springboks Francois Pienaar and Victor Matfield and All Black Richie McCaw. They are all retired now. I’ve read both Victor and Richie’s biographies.


Arabella: Some authors write at first light, others need a mug of coffee or a glass of wine before putting pen to paper. When writing, are there any “essentials” you need to help the words flow?
Francine: The muse often wakes me up at three in the morning. I then need tea. Lots of tea and peace and quiet.

Arabella: You’re halfway through the work-in-progress, you’ve hit a brick wall, inspiration has gone, and you’re stuck! Urgent action is needed. How do you solve the problem?
Francine: I usually have a few projects on the go so if one character don’t talk to me, another one usually does. If all else fails, I have a couple of techniques. The first is to find another place to write, using a pen and paper and using the five senses. I may go sit in a coffee shop or a pub or in the garden and describe what’s going on around me. Or I’ll write something like describing my favourite recipe, a thunderstorm, etc. Some of those scenes have ended up in my books. Others are still loitering in my computer.

Arabella: The T.V. is on and you’re in control of the remote. Which is it to be: A quiz programme…An afternoon of sport…A family soap…or…A romantic film you’ve always wanted to see but missed when it was shown at the cinema?
Francine: I don’t watch television much but of course I watch rugby on Saturday afternoons. It is a wee problem if hubby wants to watch football and I want to watch rugby, but he is quite nice about it. He is usually in control of the remote. If I do get an opportunity, I’ll watch a romantic film or series like The Mentalist and CSI.

Arabella: Where do you read? Sofa or bed or ____?
Francine: Bed and sometimes, in the afternoons, I will sit outside on the veranda with a glass of wine to relax with my Kindle.


Arabella: Do you have any great writing, publishing, or marketing tips you’d like to share?
Francine: I wish. The best advice I got was to keep on writing. Everyone told me that marketing will get easier as you’ve published ten or more books. I’ll soon find out if it is true.

Thank you for joining me on Arabella’s Blog and Chit-Chat, Francine. It was great to learn about your latest release, Leading from the Front, a book that features in your Playing for Glory series. I wonder which path Daniel and Melissa will choose…a career, or love? I also found your tip about finding another place, getting a pen and paper, and writing using the five senses, helpful.
All the best, and happy-ever-after writing…
Arabella Sheen


About Francine Beaton

FRANCINE BEATON is a contemporary romance writer who lives in South Africa with her Scottish husband. She now suffers from empty-nest syndrome as her daughter is now studying in Melbourne.
When she’s not reading or writing about love and Happily Ever After, she’s most likely busy painting or taking photos of everything that catches her eye.
During rugby season, you’ll either find her next to the pitch or in front of the television, following her favourite teams. It’s probably not difficult to figure out why her debut novel, Eye on the Ball, as well as the series, Playing for Glory, has rugby as a theme.
Whenever she gets the opportunity, she loves travelling to faraway places and considers Scotland her second home.
Francine is a member of the Romance Writers Organisation of South Africa (ROSA), the Romantic Novelists' Association (RNA) and the Romance Writers of America (RWA).




LEADING FROM THE FRONT (BOOK 3 IN THE PLAYING FOR GLORY SERIES)
Temptation can come in any form.
As long as it wasn’t Melissa Roux. Daniel Cooper had known that since the first moment he’d seen the new physio for the Buffaloes. As captain, he had to set an example and falling head over heels for the feisty blonde with the endless long legs, wasn’t the way to do it.

Melissa knew Daniel was going to be a problem from the first day she walked into Buffaloes Stadium. There was no way she was going to risk her career for an arrogant chauvinist who called her a blonde bimbo. For that, she worked too hard to get her dream job.

Neither had reckoned with the undeniable chemistry between them and the famous Cooper curse. When he couldn’t hide it anymore, Daniel made a simple request which had more repercussions than he expected. In his quest to find the truth, he made another error in judgement, risking not only Melissa’s career but also the loyalty of his team and the Club.

Daniel and Melissa both had to make important decisions: what’s more important? Your career or love?

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