Chapter 19 Paris in February is crisp, cold and colourful. The whole city glows like it’s been dusted in diamonds. Streetlamps cast pools of golden light onto slick cobblestones, couples huddle beneath umbrellas, and the Seine shimmers like liquid silver beneath the bridges. It’s Valentine’s Day. Rian, the newly converted

Chapter 18 Two weeks home and I still can’t shake her. No matter how many times I push her out of my head, the memory of her face pops back every time I close my eyes. Irish. Her infectious laugh. Her plump, hot lips. Her soft Dublin lilt. She’s the

Chapter 17 I land back to reality with a bang—straight into Beckett DEFCON One. My brothers are wound tighter than a live wire in a storm. Jack O’Connor still hasn’t been found. It’s like he vanished into thin air. James is terrified Scarlett will be Jack’s first target—she’s the one

Chapter 16 Tate sweeps my suite before we enter. My passport, wallet and all personal effects that would name me as the owner of the world’s most luxurious casino hotels are all stowed away in the safe. Not that Irish wants to know my true identity. She had her chance

Chapter 15 As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. And this holiday has been the best. Tonight is my last night. The jet is scheduled for early tomorrow morning. My bags are mostly packed. My cup is full. And I am ready to get back

Chapter 14 I’ve practically moved into Irish’s suite. The days are flying by. I’ve spent every night for the past six nights in her bed. She thinks I’m distracting her, the truth is, she is the one distracting me. I instructed Belle to cancel all my meetings. I’ve barely opened

Chapter 13 California did in fact fuck me six ways to Sunday after our drinks in the bar on Monday night. And Tuesday night. And Wednesday night, too. Since James’s phone call, we’ve been joined at the hip—literally—for a lot of that time. It turns out, multiple orgasms are the

Chapter 12 No woman has ever walked away from me before. I’m not sure if I’m impressed or irritated. Both perhaps, but admittedly, it’s refreshing to have to work for it. To flirt with a woman who has no idea who I am, no idea of my bank balance, and

Chapter 11 The sun’s slipping low over the resort by the time Tate and I stroll up to the pool bar, laughter spilling between us. That’s the great thing about Tate. He knows when I need company, and he knows when to hang back and let me feel like I’m

Chapter 10 The morning sun bleeds gold across the horizon. The sea is a flat sheet of turquoise glass beneath it. I’m sitting on the terrace outside my suite with my laptop open and an espresso beside me, trying—and failing—to focus. It was after three a.m. when I finally prised

Chapter 9 His piercing blue eyes smoulder as he watches me unzip my dress with a ravenous expression from the end of the bed. I wiggle the silk over my body, as graciously as it permits, while my heart races at a million miles per hour. That kiss. Fuck, I’ve

Chapter 8 Irish is clearly well educated. She has a particularly articulate way of keeping the conversation going without prying—and without revealing anything personal about herself. Has she done this before? The thought pops into my head like a wayward cork. And why does the prospect make me feel murderous?

Chapter 7 Livvie’s name flashes up on my screen as I’m getting ready for my dinner date. Well, it’s not a date—it’s dinner with a stranger. A stranger who I can’t wait to have sex with. The fact I don’t even know his real name is half the fun. Before

Chapter 6 I have no idea if she did spot me in the water and drifted nearby on purpose, but I had to find out. I’m not above chasing her. In fact, it’s utterly fucking thrilling to be able to chase a woman. Especially one I haven’t been able to

Chapter 5 I wake to the gentle lull of waves breaking beyond the open terrace doors. For a moment, it’s a battle to remember where I am. The bed beneath me is enormous, the mattress so soft, it feels like I’ve slept on a giant fluffy cloud. I can’t remember

Chapter 4 Turn around, Irish. Turn around and show me you’re aware of my proximity, the way I’m painfully aware of yours. Turn around and show me you’ve been obsessing about me all afternoon, the same way I’ve been obsessing about you. No matter how many times I silently will

Chapter 3 Tate and I spend the afternoon exploring the resort. Well, I explore; he scans the perimeters, no doubt cataloguing every entrance and exit, while simultaneously clocking every guest in the vicinity. The resort isn’t busy. Luxury and crowds don’t gel well together, and this place is pretty luxurious.

Chapter 2 I haven’t taken a vacation in five years. Not because I can’t, but because work is my preferred escape from the shitshow that I call “my family”. Case in point: my mother is currently preparing to walk down the aisle for the third time in as many years,

Chapter 1 ‘Are you sure you want to go to the Caribbean alone?’ Livvie, my blonde, busty, ball-breaking best friend says from the bar stool beside me. We’re in my brother, Rian’s bar, Envy. With its gleaming black marble counters and velvet covered booths, it’s as opulent as every other