Declan smiled as he watched Mason and Lisa celebrate her book launch. The function room in his hotel had been decked out with crime scene tape and the chalk outlines of dead bodies on the floor. Six-foot posters of the book cover were plastered around the room and the space was filled with people milling around, eager to get a signed copy. It was the first time the reclusive A.A. Abernathy had ever attended a book signing and people were lined up out the door, eager to get a glimpse of their favorite author. Declan had been given an early copy of the book and he had to say he agreed with the critics when they said it was her best work yet. He was proud of her and so happy for her and Mason and the journey they were on. He had worried about his friend for many years, worried that he would never find the piece of his heart that was missing. Seeing the way he and Lisa interacted put his fears to rest and he let go of his concern for his friend knowing that he was now in the capable han
Chloe walked back into the reunion and headed to her seat, a fake smile on her face. The other women gathered around the table looked up at her, their own fake smiles in place, as she sat down. “He still not here?” Courtney said with a sad pout, insincerity dripping from her words like honey. “No,” Chloe replied with a tight smile, “he’s been held up at work.” Jennifer tut-tutted. “That was a habit I made sure Bradley got out of quickly after we got married,” she said and the others nodded agreeably like she was all-wise and knowing. “You definitely need to have strict boundaries with them,” Lia said, “and you need to set them early.” The three women had been friends with Chloe at school, although ‘friends’ was a loose term. ‘Frenemies’ might be a more appropriate word. They were all married, of course, and if Chloe wasn’t mistaken, they had all had ‘work’ done. She sighed and admonished herself for such uncharitable thoughts. Just because she was in a ba
“Oh no,” Jennifer said with a mean smile. “That’s what we pay the nanny for.” “Little Miranda has a birthday party coming up,” Courtney said. “Maybe we should hire you.” “You couldn’t afford me,” Chloe mumbled. “Pardon?” Courtney said, leaning forward. Chloe smiled insincerely. “I said I will have my assistant forward you my business details.” And if Courtney tried to book her for a party she would, unfortunately, be too busy. There was no way she was going to put herself in a position where these three ‘friends’ could make fun of her. She loved her job. She got a lot of enjoyment out of making little kids smile and she loved the work she did at the children’s hospital. What she didn’t understand was why women like these felt so threatened by her. Threatened enough to feel it necessary to put her down every chance they got. Luckily she had thick skin or she would be a basket case.Declan strode into the conference room and looked around. It was a typical schoo
He took her hand and led her to the small dance floor where a few drunk couples stood swaying to the cheesy eighties music. Declan pulled her into his arms and she came willingly. Her body molded perfectly against his, all the important bits lining up, and he thanked the makers of high-heels everywhere. “Is your name really Declan Mayfield?” she asked as he moved with her to the music. “It is,” he said, “and I really am the owner of this hotel.” “You own The Mayfield Group?” “I am The Mayfield Group,” he replied with a grin. “Why did you do that? Why did you pretend to be my fiancé?” He shrugged. “I heard you on the phone. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a damsel in distress.” “I didn’t need rescuing.” He shrugged again. “Maybe not, but I heard those women. They were going easy on you, but if you hadn’t given them answers soon, the claws would have come out.” She sighed and he shifted his arms to hold her closer. “Can I ask you a question?” he said. She looked u
But they had never really been accepted by the established families like the Mayfields, as was evidenced by the women surrounding her at the table. They were all from ‘old money’ families and had married into other ‘old money’ families. Her father might be able to buy and sell them but because his fortune was only made in the last fifty years, they were still considered outsiders. “Now, now ladies,” Declan said, his voice flowing over her like a silk sheet and making her think of dirty, dirty things. “Don’t believe everything you read on the internet.” He pulled out the chair beside her and sat. His cologne wafted over her and she subtly inhaled the citrusy scent knowing that it would be her favourite smell from now on. “I thought you had to go back to work,” she said, turning to him and accepting the drink he handed her. “No need,” he replied with a grin. “I checked in with Janine at the front desk and if there’s a crisis, she knows where to find me.” He turned back to the ot
There hadn’t been a lot of talking in the elevator as it rose, taking them to the suite that he had reserved for himself. His friends were probably wondering what happened to him, but with Chloe in his arms, he couldn’t think beyond getting her naked and sinking into her. She was perfection. He managed to get them into the room without embarrassing himself, but if they didn’t get naked soon he couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t make a fool of himself. The woman had him so turned on that he could barely control himself. Declan liked to think he was cool, calm, and collected. He never took things too seriously and didn’t see the point of getting all hot and bothered over situations he couldn’t change. He supposed it was the curse of being the youngest - or a blessing perhaps. His siblings always accused him of having an easy ride, that by the time his parents had raised him, they had used up all their discipline. In their eyes, Declan had gotten away with murder. Whatever. De
He could feel the way she thrashed against the door and the desperate rocking of her hips against his mouth as she chased her orgasm. It made him all the more desperate to get inside her. There was nothing sexier than a woman who wasn’t afraid to let go during sex. It was like a drug to him and he could easily become addicted to Chloe. He slid two fingers into her core and curled them, searching for that spot…she bucked wildly against him and he knew he’d found it. He pressed against it again as he sucked her swollen clit between his lips and laved it with his tongue. A high keening cry was torn from Chloe’s lips and her fingers clenched in his hair as she came, her hips thrusting recklessly as he continued to suckle her, wringing out every last inch of her orgasm. He rose to his feet and scooped her up in his arms. He carried her through the suite to the bedroom. She had curled up against his chest and something warm and soft began to glow inside him. He loved the way she j
They lay facing one another but not yet touching. She reached out and traced the strong jaw that had a delicious raspy stubble. She ran her fingers over his lips which were pink and still swollen from their kisses and what he’d done to her in the foyer. His hazel eyes watched her, the pupils blown wide with desire. He gave her all his attention and it was a heady feeling. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had been so completely focused on her. Sure, guys stared at her boobs all the time, but Declan seemed to see her as a whole, not just some mishmash of sexy bits. “What are you thinking?” he asked as he lifted a hand to run through her hair. “I’m thinking about how much I want you inside me,” she replied. He groaned and rolled them over so he was on top and his stunning erection was snuggled against her folds. He kissed her and she opened to him. He didn’t rush the kiss. She liked that. She liked that he didn’t just use kissing as some perfunctory step before
Six Months Later…Everyone he loved was in the room. They were celebrating. Barry and Becky had finally set a date. Lisa and Mason wouldn’t be far behind. Brian and Cassie kept sneaking glances at one another that they thought nobody else noticed. He thought he knew what was going on but he didn’t want to ruin the surprise. It was their news to share and he was happy to wait for them to be ready to share it. Liam and Loretta were here too. He’d been slowly getting to know them. There was a lot of hurt to work through, but they were getting there. Jonathon quite enjoyed having a younger brother even if it was only in small doses at the moment. Devi and Kirra were also there. Kirra was graduating in a couple of weeks and then she would be hopefully attending one of the universities close to home. She wouldn’t know if she got accepted until the new year, but Jonathan was quietly confident that she would get into her top pick. And then there was Emma. Every day with her was
“I know it’s too soon,” he said, cupping her cheek. “But I want you to know that I am in this for good. I want to spend my life with you Emma. I want us to be a family. You, me, Kirra, Devi, Liam, and Loretta—” “Loretta?” “My mum. I want one big, messy family with you and me at the heart of it. Tell me you want that too.” She pressed against him and brushed a kiss on his lips. “I do,” she said before putting the remaining half of the chocolate in her mouth and grinning. The wheel came to a stop and he drew Emma to her feet, moving them both over to the window. The entire city of Melbourne was spread out below them, but it dimmed in comparison to the woman in his arms. “I love you, Emma,” he whispered before kissing her while they stood on top of the world.He took her home. He couldn’t not. They had stuff to work out and a relationship to manage. He had a family to get to know and she had her mother’s illness to navigate and her sister’s final year of sch
He stepped into the pod and waited for the door to close before holding the final box out to her, his mouth dry. She reached for it but he snatched it away, lifting it beyond her reach. “Before I give this to you, I need to explain.” She looked from the box to his face and nodded. “Okay.” The wheel started to move and Jonathon moved them over to sit on a bench. He exhaled roughly. “Okay, so I don’t know how much of this you already know, but how about I just start at the beginning?” She nodded again. “My mother left when I was two. I always believed she left us for a man with money. I’ve recently found out that wasn’t true.” He took a deep breath and her hand rested gently on his chest as she moved closer to him. He took strength from her closeness. “Someone was impersonating me—” “Liam?” He nodded. “Right. Liam. It turns out Liam is my brother. He was trying to draw me out and get me to notice him. He ultimately wanted to meet his father. He didn’t
“Are you looking for this?” the security guy asked, holding out an old-fashioned paper ticket. Emma laughed as she snatched it from him, waving it over her shoulder as she jogged toward the front doors of the building. She slid into the car and Brian looked at her expectantly. “Um…” Emma looked between Brian and Cassie. “I want to say Luna Park, but I don’t think that’s right.” “Why Luna Park?” Cassie asked. Emma held up the ticket in her hand. “We went to a fête in Merveille and rode the Ferris wheel.” “The Melbourne Star,” Brian said, his voice gruff. “Of course!” Cassie cried excitedly, leaning over to give Brian a smacking kiss. “You’re brilliant.” Emma could barely keep still as Brian drove them across town toward the Docklands and the giant observation wheel. As much as she was enjoying herself, she wanted to see him. She had already forgiven him for his lie and now she desperately wanted to ask his forgiveness for her stupid, fearful, erratic
She walked around the corner expecting to see Jonathon outside the patisserie, but there was no one there. She stepped inside breathed in the sweet scent of pastries and chocolate and looked around, hoping to spot him, but he wasn’t there. “Are you Emma?” a lady asked. “Yeah,” Emma said, turning to the woman who sat at a small table with a familiar little box in front of her. “This is for you,” the woman said, standing and walking away. Emma sat and took the box, pulling at the bow and opening it to see another chocolate truffle, this time it had an ’S’ written on top of it in dark chocolate. She didn’t need the little ‘Eat Me’ note to know what to do. She put the truffle on her tongue and closed her eyes. The chocolate coating melted away to leave behind a cake center with the sweet tang of apricot jam. “Sachertorte,” she mumbled to herself as she sighed and opened her eyes. Emma picked up the note that had nestled beside the truffle in the box.The first time we made lov
Dear Emma,The first time we met I wanted to kiss you. I knew I couldn’t. I knew it was stepping across a line both personally and professionally, but still, I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt.Our relationship has had an unconventional start, a bit of a rocky middle, and an absolutely appalling ending, but there were some real high points along the way. Let me remind you of how good it was between us and how good it could be again.Do you remember our first kiss? I don’t think I will ever forget it. I thought I knew what I was getting myself in for when I leaned down to brush my lips across yours, but I was a fool. You were so much more than I ever thought I would ever experience. You took my breath away and I lost a little bit of my heart to you at that moment.If it meant as much to you as it did to me, meet me there at the place where we first kissed.Jonathon.Emma could feel the wetness on her cheeks and she sniffed as she wiped at the tears. “Well?” Cassie asked, rocking o
It was the first Saturday morning Emma could ever remember that had the three of them sitting around the kitchen table eating pancakes and laughing. What would have been a simple, family Saturday morning ritual for some was something out of a fairy tale for Emma. She knew they were a long way from being a happy family, there was still a lot of hurt to navigate and broken trust to overcome, but it was a start and for once in her life, she was willing to just go with it. On this day, Devi was back to the woman she vaguely remembered from before Tom died and Emma wanted to soak it up and memorize it. From pancakes, they’d gone to gardening. Emma shared her plans with Devi and Kirra. She would let the lease go on her flat and move back in here permanently. It meant she would be on hand if Devi needed her and hopefully give some stability for Kirra’s final year of school. After she graduated and went off to uni, Emma could look at what would happen next. They all agreed that if they were
Emma wanted to believe her, but it was tempting to turn away and close her heart off so she couldn’t be hurt again. Except it would hurt anyway. If there was one thing she learned through this whole saga with Jonathon it was that closing your heart off to others was a mistake. You ended up hurting everyone that way, not least of all yourself. She put her arm around Devi and hugged her. “Good for you mum,” she said.Jonathon worked all night and most of the day. He tried calling Emma but when she didn’t pick up or reply to his texts after the first twenty or so, he gave up. What he had to say needed to be said in person anyway. Inspired by the woman he had fallen irrevocably in love with, he had spent the night holed up in his test kitchen creating the perfect set of truffles. Anybody could buy a box of chocolates or a bunch of flowers but only he could create an entire set of truffles that spelled out just how much he loved her and how much she had impacted his life. He had words
Kirra said when Emma finally made it home. Emma had been wandering around the city trying to come to terms with what all this meant for her life going forward. She had made some hard decisions, but she felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. It hadn’t helped with the pain in her chest where her heart was currently crumbling away to dust, but at least she knew that she wasn’t going to end up like her mother just because she had fallen in love. Life was always going to throw her curve balls and she just learned something about herself. Despite her previous belief, she was actually strong enough to withstand them, even swing the bat at them, and make the best out of a bad situation. “Hey, yourself,” she said, sitting at the table opposite Kirra. “Where’s Zoë?” “She had to go and run some errands.” “Where’s mum?” Kirra bit her lip and her eyes teared up. “I don’t know.” “She’s not here?” Emma asked, sitting up straighter and leaning forward. “When I got home, Z