Novels by Lyn Theo

Lowri's POVI'm slightly lightheaded as I pack back at my hotel room in readiness for my 7pm train. I'm feeling what can only be described as "good vibes" after what was the tastiest lunch with really very good company. I think I was expecting a stuffy , snobby, executive type, but no, Marcus is a witty, funny, interesting man, and that'll teach me to pre-judge a situation!As I'm bobbing around the room, I pick up my straightners by the full length wall mirror and catch a glimpse of myself....I'm grinning like a cheshire cat and I have glowy red cheeks! I pause for a minute, and sit myself down ........I think I should get myself a strong coffee when I reach the train station before I get carried away with the good feelings I've experienced on this trip.....I realise I've been pondering on thoughts of Marcus ever since lunch, and I just cannot deal with a crush right now. Thank goodness I leave for Cardiff tonight, hopefully it's just a fleetin

Marcus’ POVLinda brings me a tray with a cup and caffitiere full of dark coffee, as well as a box file of papers labelled with an employee sticker tag with Lowri Davies’ information. I’d like to know more about her as she has great potential. She’s climbed relatively high within her area, but there’s much higher for her to climb, I feel. The file will only give me an insight into her work life, and some basic personal details for HR purposes of course, but I’ll get a good feel for the kind of person she is from that.I pour the coffee, and start to drink it as I thumb through some of the documents; payroll; target reports; HR information…she lives in a flat in Cardiff City, which would be convenient for the Cardiff office.I forget how much info these files keep, and am about to finish fishing through the file when an employee questionnaire catches my eye….it’s a standard one about employ

Marcus’ POV The taxi drops me off at the front entrance of the office building. It’s a crisp but sunny autumn day, and the light is shining through the glass of the building. It’s one of the nicer skyscrapers in the city, and I’d never really taken much time to reflect on the beauty of this glass giant. I felt totally relaxed after my lunch with Lowri. Tony’d had to order a taxi for us as we’d gone through the bottle of red wine easily. I’m not surprised we’d gone through the bottle as it was 4 o’ clock! We’d been 3 hours at lunch! I’d cleared the afternoon of appointments in any event, but my plan was to get a few hours of paperwork done after meeting with Lowri. I have to admit to myself that her company was very enjoyable, and I hadn’t relaxed like that for a long time. Last Saturday didn’t count, as I considered that totally reckless behaviour. God only knows what would’ve happened to me last Saturday night ha

Lowri’s POV What a turn of events! I’m a hundred percent certain it’s him…Marc, the guy who was struggling with his drink at Cosmo’s nightclub last Saturday. But judging from his confused look when I greeted him, he doesn’t remember anything, or me, at all! It’s too late now. I made a split second decision not to remind him of who I was, just because I really really don’t want to embarrass the CEO of the company I work for and ruin this meeting by making it awkward between us. It feels dishonest though! Uuugh, so much for my good deed! He’ so polished and gentlemanly today. Not that he was particularly otherwise when we first met, it’s just that the vulnerability then is completely gone now. He now came across as a man in control of every situation. I just can’t believe it! I’ve read all of his CEO reports, followed all of his board meeting decisions. I hate to admit it but he's breathtakingly good looking

Marcus’ POVJake’s investigations have turned up very little about the mysterious woman who brought me home from Cosmo Club last Saturday night. I’m not surprised. How do you go about tracking down a nameless woman from the crowd of a London nightclub? This incessant nagging in my brain to find out who this woman is, is becoming somewhat of an obsession. I find myself losing focus several times a day, trying to recall more details. Bits of conversations have come back, but only a vague outline of her face and features.“Your 12.30 is here Mr Mowbray” says my secretary, Linda, interrupting my thoughts.“Thank you Linda, please show her in”.I’ve scanned the basic details of the personnel file on our top sales rep this year, but my mind isn’t on the details as it would usually be. I turn from the window in readiness to greet her, as I’m met with a radiant smile a

Lowri’s POVOh wow, what a refreshing few days it had been; sightseeing, eating, and window shopping. No real spending of my own money as that was against my frugality for freedom promise to myself; my life plan is to save every bonus and every penny towards the dream of paying off a small place with a few acres close to my parent’s home in the mountains, and also having enough capital to generate an income that means I won’t have to answer to anyone. That was the plan anyhow. The plan was already in progress. I’ve saved just enough to have recently put down 50% of the purchase price on a dated farmhouse with some old barns and 20 acres of fallow land. It was the most exciting purchase I’ve ever made. I had a long way to go to pay off the mortgage on the other 50% and fund the repairs and upgrading, not to mention the nest egg I needed to generate an income that meant I wasn’t just surviving o