Blurb:
Can an exciting new outlook on life
help Connie heal her damaged heart?
Connie White is running away from an
abusive relationship. Fear and desperation have driven her to Bowdley Hall
Hotel in the Scottish Highlands, where, despite an unceremonious start, she
appears to have fallen on her feet. The owner, Frances McKenzie, is kind and
understanding, and seems happy for Connie to hide out in her hotel for a while.
With a roof over her head and a job as a
chambermaid, Connie is in a better situation than she could ever have hoped
for. Her workmates seem nice, but she’s determined to keep them at arm’s
length. After all, how can she form connections if she’s unwilling to divulge
anything about herself?
Her apparent mysteriousness doesn’t faze
her gorgeous new colleagues Will MacIntyre, Nico Moretti, and Ashley Fox. All
three show a keen interest in her, but Connie has absolutely no intention of
going there. She hasn’t fled one relationship, only to get involved with
someone else, no matter how gorgeous. She simply isn’t ready for that.
When an epiphany of sorts makes her
realise she’s living a half-life by keeping herself so cut off from everyone,
she finally lets someone in. That someone shows her there can be something
between singledom and a full-on relationship. And when casual dating is on the
cards, anything is possible…
Note: This novella has been previously
published as part of the Duty Bound anthology.
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Excerpt:
Prologue
Only the slop, slop, slopping sound of her
painfully slow footsteps through the thick, sucking mud convinced Connie White
she was actually making any progress. Her limbs and extremities had long since
gone so numb that she couldn’t be sure otherwise.
Come on, Con, just a little bit further. That sign said something
about an estate, and an estate means buildings. A bloody cowshed will
do—anything for some respite from this infernal sodding weather.
She pushed on for several more minutes,
then gasped with shock and relief when her next step met not with sloppy mud or
waterlogged grass, but a track. A rough track, but a track nonetheless. And it
had to lead somewhere, surely? It ran left to right across the line she’d been
taking, so Connie had to make a decision. Which way would lead her to…
something? She was already soaked to the skin and freezing cold, so a couple of
seconds of rumination wouldn’t make the slightest bit of difference to her
physical state. She really didn’t
want to end up going in the wrong direction and heading further away from any
semblance of civilisation.
She took a breath and remembered her
gran’s—long since dead, bless her—nonsensical motto—or one of them, anyway: If in doubt, turn left.
Connie shrugged, and another of her gran’s
daft phrases flitted into her brain. In for a penny, in for a pound.
She hoiked her backpack higher, hunched
her shoulders against the relentless wind and rain, and turned left. Moments
later, she was rewarded as the hulking shape of a building appeared from the
sheets of wind-buffeted rain. Excitement gave her a burst of energy, spurring
her on. Fifty feet. Forty. Twenty-five. God, what was this place? It looked so old and decrepit the
Vikings could have left it behind. Doesn’t matter. If it provides
even a modicum of shelter, it’s an improvement on where you slept last
night. The wooden bench on the tiny village’s green hadn’t
exactly been the warmest or most comfortable place to lay her head. And she
shuddered to think about what would have happened if someone unsavoury had
happened across her, alone and vulnerable. She’d been very glad to wake up and
hurriedly continue on her journey that morning.
The last few feet went by in a blur of
motion, her body still numb and not entirely under her control. At least the
track was easier to walk on. It wasn’t particularly smooth, but at least it
wasn’t trying to pull off her walking boots, like the sucking mud had been.
Finally, she burst through the building’s
heavy door, only the adrenaline pumping in her veins making it possible to even
shift the thing. Fuck, I’m exhausted.
The last thing she remembered was shucking
off her backpack and slamming the door against the elements. Then silence.
Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author
of erotic romance novels Stately
Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic
Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances
Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in
Plain Sight and The Heiress’s Harem series. Including novels, short stories and
novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her
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