The Paris Apartment

To be released September 2018

James Sinclair keeps his life uncomplicated. His job as a fund manager is intense, he travels a lot and everything else must fit in or buzz off. Relationships don’t make a bleep on his radar, and the world is really better off without that thing called love.
When James returns to his Paris apartment from a business trip to find a beautiful, unknown brunette in his bed, his cage of perfect existence is rattled. Said brunette turns out to be his little sister’s best friend, there by his own unwitting invitation.
Mila Johnson has done a lot of growing up since James had last seen her, and what’s a man to do but to claim his side of the bed, with a whisper that the situation is total fantasy material?

One night of fooling around opens a Pandora’s box which Mila wants to pry open wider, whereas James wants to keep the lid on – Mila is a sweet innocent and no way is he going to expose her to anything, especially not to the real James Sinclair.
As he free falls into complication territory, James struggles to keep control over his past and his heart. When his ex-girlfriend arrives out of the blue, hell might just be a place where he’d rather be.

 

Excerpt:

James appeared in the entrance hall and Mila’s heart skipped a beat at seeing him. He looked ruffled, his tie loose around his neck and his hair disheveled as if he’d dragged his fingers through it too many times.
Mila sat straighter, brushing the tendrils of hair from her face. “Hi.”
He dropped his laptop bag at the door and tossed his keys into the bowl at the front door. “Hi.” He closed in on her, and with each step he took her heartbeat edged up a notch. By the time he stood at her feet and she had to lean back to see his face her pulse was racing.
“Rough day at the office?” she breathed, their earlier sexting running on repeat in her mind.
“You could say that.”
She looked down so that he couldn’t see her grin, but her eyes came level with his groin and she had to blink. There was a rustle of fabric and with a sigh he dropped his jacket to the floor. She peered up to see him tugging at his tie. He unknotted it slowly, intentionally, and her stomach did a slow warm-up at seeing his fingers and remembering what he’d done with them that morning. The tie landed on top of his jacket.
“We have unfinished business.” He stared down at her as he rolled up his sleeves.
She shifted in the chair, sudden heat crashing through her at the look in his eyes. Yes, we do.
“Your business dinner?” she whispered. She was in it deep this time.
He took his time to finish rolling up his sleeves. Every cell in her beat in a frantic tick-tock. She’d no idea what he was getting up to, but within her, there was an unruly reawakening of this morning’s unfulfilled desire.
“Cancelled.” He placed his hands on the armrests and bent over her. She wanted to lean back, away from his gaze that didn’t break with hers but was trapped. His lips were inches from hers, and hers felt dry in anticipation that he might kiss her.
She ran her tongue across her lips, her breathing stalling as he bent over to run his lips across her temple. At any moment he could slip lower, to her lips.
But instead of searching for her mouth, he grazed her ear. “But that’s a good thing because now I can take care of other…issues.”
She closed her eyes at the sweet brush of his lips on her skin. “What issues?”
“Someone called me a pussy tease.” He nibbled her earlobe and she dropped her head to the side to give him access to her neck. “What does that even mean, Mila?”