the wedding agreement
Her heart is not up for negotiation…
Noah Soames needed to get married, only there was one small problem – he didn’t have a suitable contender to be his wife.
Until a few glasses of red wine later, and I’d volunteered for the position. He was charming, wealthy and panty-melting gorgeous, which meant that this small favour should be no problem.
Shouldn’t it? A twelve-month deal and we’d separate as friends, nothing messy, no tangled emotions and definitely no difficult divorce settlements. I could find out if married life was better than my single, career-focused one, and see if I was really missing out, and at the same time put an end to the horrendous blind dates my friends kept setting me up on.
t’s the perfect solution. Isn't it?
It should be. Until my heart gets involved, and I have to decide whether it’s time to re-negotiate the terms of our agreement. But will Noah sign on the dotted line?
the atelier assignment
Her assignment is to not fall in love with him…
Zeke Brooksbank is in need of a wake-up call.
One that shakes him out of the grump he’s permanently in and turns him into a reasonable human being. I’m not staying at his country residence to tame the beast. I’m meant to be cataloguing his art collection, not fangirling over his own paintings, or becoming attached to his little daughter.
A three-month assignment and I’ll be back in London. Job done. I can try to tolerate him for that length of time.
Should be easy. Shouldn’t it?
Only the grumpy, temperamental artist turns out to be the sort of man I thought only existed in my fantasies, and that wake-up call – I could be just the person to give it.
The Atelier Assignment is a grumpy billionaire single dad, enemies-to-lovers romance.
the atelier assignment
IF THE FIRST TIME WAS A REHEARSAL, IS THIS THE REAL THING?
Directing a play in London’s West End was an ambition met, only it meant I’d see the boy who was my first everything for the first time since that summer.
Anthony was no boy anymore. He was all man. Charismatic, talented, famous and devastatingly handsome, and now staring in my production.
My leading man - on stage, at least.
He wanted to be my leading man off stage too.
But we’re not kids anymore, and my heart doesn’t think this is a rehearsal. Like all good love stories, the course isn’t going to run smooth, not when he’s carrying a secret that could destroy everything, including my heart – and his.
Was that summer romance a rehearsal for heart break, or a rehearsal for the real thing?
The Romance Rehearsal is a second chance romance set in London's West End. It contains a very fierce female director and her ex boyfriend leading man.
THE IMPERFECT PROPOSAL
IF IT'S ONCE BITTEN, SHOULDN'T IT BE TWICE SHY?
Being caught in a cupboard in a compromising position with my latest hook up by my new colleague isn’t a great introduction.
The worse thing, that new colleague - she’s my estranged wife who’s been MIA for more than a decade.
Throw in the fact that neither of our families knew we were married in the first place and it’s safe to say, events maybe aren’t going as smoothly as planned.
Thea and I married ten years ago in Vegas, the day we both qualified as doctors. I knew plenty about her: the way she kissed, how she liked her coffee and the best way to make her see stars.
What I didn’t know was that she was the daughter of a Lord, was ridiculously wealthy and she’d signed up to Doctors Without Borders.
The morning after our wedding, she was gone.
For a decade, all I’ve had are postcards, sent to wherever I’ve been working, with no return address. Those, and a heart that no matter how good a doctor I am, I just can’t fix.
Now Thea’s back in London.
And she wants to be back in my bed.
Our first proposal wasn’t perfect. Would the second lead to the same fate?
