life. A list of Hollywood blockbusters under her belt, wealth, a fancy house,
flash cars, a great family, and a brilliant boyfriend, Donovan… until she
learns he has betrayed her. In fact, Ella’s story could be the script of her
next Hollywood blockbuster: Conned – a tale of trusting the wrong person.
Connor Andrews, Donovan’s best friend, has loved Ella since the day they
first met five years ago. Too bad for him he didn’t get there first, but with
Donovan out of the picture, Connor wonders if he may finally have a shot with
the woman of his dreams.
With so much history between them, and heartbroken Ella’s world ripped
apart, can he make her see he’s just what she needs? Will Ella let Connor help
her to stand up and fight, or will she run and hide from the one person who she
trusts the most?
wine. Which isn’t a great surprise. I’ve not had alcohol in weeks. Add that to
the small matter that I’ve not been eating properly. So, of course the alcohol
was bound to hit me quicker than usual. “What’s wrong?” Connor asks. “I’m not really
in the mood to watch this.” “Do you want to see the proposal then?” “Can we do
that tomorrow? I think I’ll go to bed,” I say, standing, but the room spins.
Bloody hell. I don’t even think I’ve had two full glasses of wine. “Here. Take
my arm,” says Connor, standing up. “I don’t want your help.” I take a step away
from him, but my body sways. “You might not want it but you need it.”
“Whatever.” We take the stairs slowly. I think Connor’s scared I’m going to
fall back down. His arm is around my waist, gripping me tightly. At the top, he
stops and opens the first bedroom door. “I’m not sleeping in there,” I shout,
pulling the door closed. Yes, it’s the master bedroom, but I’ve not spent a
night in there since I found out about Donovan. “Oh. So where are you
sleeping?” “At the back of the house. The last room.” He stares at me, puzzled.
I know what he’s thinking; of all the bedrooms I can pick, I choose the
smallest room in the house. “Okay.” We walk along the hallway until we reach
the end. He opens the door and sighs. I don’t blame him. The room is cluttered
with most of my things. He releases me and I throw myself face down on the bed.
I’m feeling tired and teary and I want to be alone. “Ella, are you okay?” he
asks, his voice full of concern. I shrug. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know
anything anymore.” My tears fall onto the pillow and I shiver before I feel a
blanket being wrapped around me and strong arms holding me.
her husband of seventeen years and their five children. Her busy days include
helping her husband manage their family business while coordinating their
children’s sports and academic endeavors. She finds escape from the chaos of
everyday life in good books, particularly stories of passionate romantic
relationships. Her appreciation and passion for romance novels led her to write
He’s Captured My Heart, a tale of contemporary erotic romance set in Scotland.