Finding love in the worldâs greatest city!
Billionaire bachelors Hugh Moncrieff and Roland Devereux may not be searching for love, but when the Faraday sisters walk into their lives, theyâll pay a price far greater than their wealth to live happily-ever-after ⦠theyâll lose their hearts.
Billionaire, Boss, Bridegroom � Meet gorgeous CEO Hugh Moncrieff and the charming and quirky Bella Faraday in this whirlwind office romance! Available March 2016
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CHAPTER ONE
Iâm coming to get you, Bella texted swiftly. Hold on.
For once, it looked as if she was going to be the rescuer instead of the rescuee. With her new job to boost her confidence, she thought she might just be able to handle it. For once she would be the sister who was calm, collected and totally together instead of the flaky, ditzy one who always made a mess of things and needed to be bailed out of a sticky situation.
She glanced around and saw a black cab waiting at the kerbside. Relieved, she rushed up to it and jumped in.
âCan you take me to the Bramerton Hotel in Kensington, please?â she asked the cabbie.
There was a dry cough from beside her, and she whipped her head round to discover that there was already a passenger sitting in the back seat.
Sheâd been so focused on getting to Grace that she hadnât even noticed the other passenger when sheâd climbed into the taxi.
âIâm so sorry,â she said. âI didnât mean to be rude. Look, I realise that you were here first, and technically I ought to leave right now and let you get on with your journey, but I really do need to get to the Bramerton as quickly as possible. Would you mind finding another taxi and...and...?â She waved a desperate hand at him. âLook, Iâll pay for your cab.â Itâd mean extending her overdraft yet again, but what were a few more pounds if it meant that she could return the favour for once and help Grace? Besides, she was about to start a new job. Next month, her cash-flow situation would be a bit better.
âActually, Iâm heading towards Kensington myself,â he said. âIâll drop you off at the Bramerton.â
Relief flooded through Bella. Sheâd found the modern equivalent of a knight on a white charger: a man in a black cab. She wouldnât have to let her sister down. âThank you. Thank you so much.â She gave in to the impulse, leaned forward and kissed him soundly on the cheek. âYou have no idea how much I appreciate this.â
âWhatâs so urgent?â he asked as the taxi drove off.
âItâs a family thing,â she said. It wasnât her place to tell anyone about her sisterâs situation, let alone tell a complete stranger.
âUh-huh.â He paused. âDid I see you just come out of Insurgo Records?â
She looked at him, surprised. The man looked like a businessman on his way home from a late meeting, and he was hardly the target market for an independent record labelâeven though Insurgoâs artists were a real mixture, from folk singer-songwriters to punk and indie bands, with a few oddities thrown in. âYes,â she said.
âAre you one of their acts?â
In her black jeans and matching plain T-shirt, teamed with a shiny platinum-blonde bob, Bella knew that she probably looked as much like an indie musician as she did a graphic designer. âNo,â she said.
But the man had been kind enough to let her share his taxi, so she didnât want to be rude to him. Besides, making small talk might distract her enough to stop her worrying about whatever had sent her normally cool and capable big sister into meltdown. She smiled at him. âActually, Iâm a graphic designer, and Iâm starting work at Insurgo next week.â
âAre you, now?â
Something about the way he drawled the words made alarm bells ring in the back of her head. But he was a total stranger. She was making something out of nothing. âYes, and Iâm really looking forward to it,â she said with a bright smile. âIâll be designing website graphics, album covers and band merch. Actually, Iâm still trying to get my head round the fact that Iâve just been offered my dream job.â In an ideal world she wouldâve preferred to have Insurgo as a client rather than as her employer, but working for someone full-time again meant that sheâd have a regular income for a whileâand right now she needed a regular income rather more than she needed her freedom.