Series: The Diamond Club #8
Publication date: July 23rd, 2024
Synopsis:
In this red-hot forced-proximity romance from Emmy Grayson, if they can't escape one another, what chance do they have of resisting one another?
He doesn't want his inheritance...
but he does want her!
Griffith Lykaois has rejected his family's billion-dollar legacy. It's a fitting punishment for his guilt over his father's death. Only, estate lawyer Rosalind Sutton won't quit. Amid a raging storm, the infuriatingly alluring woman is on his remote chateau doorstep determined he claim his inheritance.
Rosalind needs Griffith's signature; the career she put her life on hold for depends on it. But stranded alone with the brooding tycoon, there's no way innocent Rosalind can escape her response to their intoxicating clashes... The question is, does Rosalind even want to?
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Excerpt
He'd taken so much for granted. Lost so much.
Not this. Not yet.
He should let her go. Let her walk away.
Not yet.
Cold raindrops fell on the back of his neck. Light, but the pace picked up as he entered the avenue. Up ahead, Rosalind continued moving at a brisk pace towards the bridge.
"Miss Sutton!"
She turned, a frown appearing between her brows. She stopped and faced him, the hem of her trench coat flapping about her knees. For one wild moment, he saw her as something more, something magical and mysterious. With the wind grabbing her curls and whipping them about her beautiful face, the stubborn tilt to her pointed chin, the sparkle of life in her dark brown eyes, she reminded him of an enchantress or a mischievous fairy.
"Making sure I actually leave?"
"Come back until the storm's over."
She stared at him, her lips slightly parting.
"Excuse me?"
He could barely hear her over the wind, the thunder that clashed far too close for comfort.
"It's too dangerous for you to walk. The nearest petrol station is over three kilometers away."
"You told me to go. I wouldn't want to stay where I wasn't welcome."
"That was before I realized how bad the storm was."
She shook her head even as she squinted against the shrieking wind whipping down the avenue. "I have no interest in being around you, Mr. Lykaois. I can make it to the road, call my ride, and be gone before the storm gets worse."
"The storm is coming too fast. Don't be foolish."
Her eyes turned molten with anger. Before she could utter a retort, lightning flashed above their heads, spearing down through the canopy and striking the trunk of one of the trees. Thunder followed, deep and fierce. It nearly covered the sharp crack as bark splintered and the tree shifted.
He lunged, wrapped his arms around Rosalind's waist and tackled her to the ground as the towering oak shuddered and fell. They landed on the crushed shells of the drive and rolled. He kept her body pinned to his, planted his feet and stopped so that he lay on top of her.
The ground shook beneath them. He raised his head. The oak lay just a few feet away.
EMMY GRAYSON's interest in romance can be traced back to her love of Nancy Drew books, when she tried to solve the mysteries of her favorite detective while rereading the romantic chapters with Ned Nickerson. Fast-forward a few years when she discovered a worn copy of "A Rose in Winter" by Kathleen Woodiwiss on her mother's bookshelf, and she was hooked. Over 20 years later, Harlequin Presents made her dream come true by offering her a contract for her first book.
When Emmy isn't writing or reading, she's chasing around her two kids, feeding her menagerie of fur babies or carving out a little time on her front porch with her firefighter hubby.
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