Old sins⦠New scandals!
Brenna Stewart is deeply suspicious of Fin Malone. Heâs best friends with her ex, a Hollywood director who abandoned Brenna the minute he found out about her pregnancy! She canât trust her ex, or his sudden interest in their daughter, so why is Fin here?
Fin claims heâs only the messenger, not here to split Brennaâs small family up. Little Nancy is instantly hooked by Finâs easy charm, but Brenna wonât let Fin turn her own head. She keeps him at armâs length, until the press gets wind of Nancyâs existence and Brenna has no choice but to seek out Finâs protectionâ¦
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The day MAGGIE COX saw the film version of Wuthering Heights, with a beautiful Merle Oberon and a very handsome Laurence Olivier, was the day she became hooked on romance. From that day onwards she spent a lot of time dreaming up her own romances, secretly hoping that one day she might become published and get paid for doing what she loved most! Now that her dream is being realised, she wakes up every morning and counts her blessings. She is married to a gorgeous man, and is the mother of two wonderful sons. Her two other great passions in life â besides her family and reading/writing â are music and films.
Maggie also writes for Mills & Boon>® Modern Romance.
May the power of love and hope always prevail over darkness.
When the knock on the door sheâd been expecting finally came, Brenna experienced a flood of panic so acute that for a moment she felt like she was plunging down the steepest ravine in an out-of-control car.
With all her heart she wanted to turn and run. But run where? Ultimately there was no escape from the situation she was in. She knew that. Besides, she wasnât the running-away type.
So, here she was â albeit under protest â in a luxurious hotel suite paid for by Nicholas Balcon, her little girlâs father. The same father who five years previously, on hearing that she was pregnant with his child, coldly informed her he was going to the States to further his career and his plans didnât include Brenna and a baby.
So what had caused him to have a change of heart after all this time? Why, now, did he suddenly profess an interest in the child they had made together when for five whole years she hadnât heard so much as a word from him ⦠not one?
He didnât even know if he had a son or a daughter. Thatâs how âinterestedâ in his offspring heâd been. Brennaâs blood ran icily cold as she approached the door to let him in. If he was expecting to meet a slightly older version of the eager, meek twenty-two-year-old sheâd been when theyâd first met then he was in for a very rude awakening. The woman heâd see on the outside might look similar, but inside she was changed beyond all recognition and Nick Balcon, with his heartless behaviour, had been the cause of that change.
But when she pulled back the door, it wasnât Nicholas.
An inadvertent gasp escaped her at the sight of the tall broad-shouldered man who stood there in Nicholasâs place and for a moment she was rendered speechless by a sky-blue glance that made her feel as though she was free-falling out of an aeroplane.
âBrenna Stewart?â
âYes.â She knew her troubled brown eyes must easily convey her confusion. âIâm sorry. I was expecting someone else.â
âYou mean Nick?â The stranger extended a large, capable-looking hand that would make her own much smaller one feel like a childâs should she entrust it to his grasp.
âIâm Fintan Malone. You can call me Fin. Iâm a friend and colleague of Nickâs. He asked me to look out for you until he got here.â