My dark brown eyes look tired and lack their usual sparkle. I ruffle my long, dark hair for a few seconds, flicking it from one side to another but give up, piling it up with a few grips instead. 'I thought you stuck to the city?' she asks from behind me. 'I have a first consultation in The Surrey Hills-some country mansion.' I feed my belt through the belt loops of my navy pencil dress, slip my feet into my tan heels and present myself to the wall mirror. 'Why do you need your car, anyway?' she asks, leaning down to smooth the mixture over, her tongue resting on her bottom lip in concentration. 'Get out!' She bats my hand away with her spoon. I scoop my phone up from the chunky table and dunk my finger in Kate's cake mixture. Yes, my personal organisation skills are pretty shocking, especially since I'm an interior designer, who spends all day coordinating and organising. I make my way downstairs, finding Kate in her workshop spooning cake mixture into various tins. 'Hiding again,' I mutter to myself, grabbing my tan belt, heels and laptop. I dart across the landing in a complete fluster and find my car keys under a pile of weekly glossies. 'They're on the coffee table where you left them last night.' She rolls her eyes, taking herself and her cake mixture back to her workshop. 'Keys! Have you seen my car keys?' I puff at her.
It's an expression that I've become used to recently. She looks up at me with a tired expression. I hear the familiar sound of a wooden spoon bashing the edges of a ceramic bowl as Kate appears at the bottom of the stairs. Where the hell are they? I run out onto the landing and throw myself over the banister. On a Friday, after being on time all week, I'm going to be late. He wants her and is determined to have her.Īvailable NOW from Hachette Audio as a digital download, and in trade paperback and ebook from Grand Central Publishing.I riffle through the piles and piles of paraphernalia that's sprawled all over my bedroom floor. She knows that her heart will never survive him and her instinct is telling her to run, but Jesse is not willing to let her go. Ava doesn't want to be attracted to this man, and yet she can't control the overwhelming desire that he stirs in her. A run-of-the-mill consultation with a stodgy country gent seems likely, but what Ava finds instead is Jesse Ward-a devastatingly handsome, utterly confident, pleasure-seeking playboy who knows no boundaries. Young interior designer Ava O'Shea has no idea what awaits her at the Manor.
The first book in the erotic This Man trilogy by Jodi Ellen Malpas.
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