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Ophelia Broulliard’s life has always been linked to the wealthy and powerful DuChamps family. The granddaughter of the family’s housekeeper, she’s worshipped Vincent DuChamps from afar--the ever unattainable prince in her fairy tale dreams. Little does she know that Vincent harbors his own secret feelings for her, but other darker secrets that he sees as an insurmountable obstacle to ever being the man she deserves, have prompted him to avoid her altogether.
When Thomas, the family patriarch dies, his will bears some unpleasant surprises for them both. Thomas wants nothing more than for Vincent and his siblings to be happy, and in his final act as the only father figure they’ve ever had, engineers a series of contingencies in his will that require them each to face their demons. Only too aware of what Vincent really feels for Ophelia, Thomas creates a situation that will force Vincent to confront his feelings. Unless, Vincent and Ophelia marry, Vincent and his siblings will lose everything, including the family business.
Forced into such close proximity, denying their attraction for one another becomes impossible. But even as they grow closer, other threats to the future of DuChamps Hotels and all that Vincent holds dear threaten to destroy their burgeoning relationship. Ophelia has played it safe her whole life. Taking a risk on Vincent is a frightening prospect. Will it be worth it, or will his secrets break both their hearts?
Excerpt:
Unlocking the door, she eased inside,
thankful that the lights were off. Explaining her red, puffy eyes and the
beard burn that she could feel on her skin would not go over well.
Brenna tended to be overprotective at
best and a real mama grizzly at worst. “I know you don’t think you’re
sneaking in at almost four in the morning without telling me who kept you out
all night.”
“I’m really tired, Bren. I’ll tell
you everything in the morning—well, later today.”
The lights came on and Ophelia winced.
“I knew it!” Brenna snapped.
“You’ve been crying!”
“It’s been a difficult day.”
“Yes. I know. Thomas’
funeral. But that doesn’t explain why you’ve got bed head and a bite mark
on your neck.”
Ophelia blushed, recalling the moment
that Vincent had bitten her. His teeth had scraped sharply over her skin
and he’d then soothed that small bruise with his tongue, and all the while he’d
been inside her, driving her closer and closer to heaven. “I slept with
Vincent,” she blurted out. “And then in the middle of the night, he told
me it was getting late and offered to drive me home.”
“Bastard!”
“Exactly. Good enough for a quick
roll in the hay, but spending the night—well, apparently not.”
Brenna sighed heavily as she trudged to
the kitchen. Her fiery red hair was still piled high in an elaborate
bouffant, but her stage makeup had been washed away. She pulled a tub of
ice cream from the freezer and then returned to the living room with two
spoons. “He’s an asshole. He’s running scared like most men do.
It’s complicated to have a one night stand with someone who’s involved in your
day to day life.”
“It doesn’t matter. How can
something go from being that perfect to falling apart? It was incredible,
Bren, and then he just went cold...distant. When he basically showed me
to the door, he called it ‘mitigating the fallout of a bad decision’!”
Brenna patted the couch beside
her. “He can just go to hell. Tonight, we’re going to eat this
entire tub of salted caramel fudge ice cream and we’re going to watch Molly
Ringwald kick some preppy ass, and we’re going to lament the fact that we don’t
have a Ducky of our very own.”
Ophelia’s laugh turned into a sob as she
laid her head on Brenna’s shoulder. “I could use a Ducky right now.
My ego needs a boost.”
“I’ll put on a hideous hat and sing you
Otis Redding songs if it’ll help,” Brenna offered with a cheeky grin.
“Just start the damned movie, already.”
Ophelia settled onto the couch. “Right now, Andy’s happy ending will have
to do.”
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