Hanleigh loves books more than nearly anything in the world; whether its reading them or writing them, Hanleigh just can't get enough. She relishes in the way authors can create worlds with the words they put in their books. She loves the way your imagination introduces you to a new world when you read a book. It may well be a world completely foreign to the one you live in. That world is brought to life; inspiring you to dream, captivating your imagination and enticing your senses.
Hanleigh first took to reading as a small child reading Dr Zeus. She then fell in love with romance literature when she first read Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen; when she first swooned over Mr Darcy. She's read more books than she can count and owns more books than some libraries.

One city. Nine million people.
An heiress hell bent on breaking her parents' rules…
A CEO struggling to maintain control... 
Two co-workers with a history they can’t delete…
An artist running from her past…
The man who wants nothing more than to protect her…
A manwh*re doctor looking for a second chance with the only woman he’s ever loved…
A detective and her jerk of a boss, hunting down a serial killer…
And the hunky man who might just be one lucky girl’s Christmas Miracle…

Hanleigh's London

I'm surprised that she is not worried that Henry might hear us. I'm surprised, but I'm also pleased by her abandoned inhibitions. I'm not worried in the slightest if Henry hears us. He's been an employee for a while, and I trust him completely.


I flip her around. I've waited long enough. She's now facing the headrest with her knees on the chair, and I'm pushing myself into her with abandonment. I feel her moving with me. It's not a lot as she can barely move, being tied to the chair but it's enough to encourage me on.


This is different from my previous sexual encounters. It's more passionate. Perhaps, she was right when she said it was intense. I almost laugh at the thought.


She's moaning and writhing; losing her last grasp of control.


I untie her wrists, checking that she isn't hurt. Then I cover her back up with her dress before pulling myself together and pulling up the zip of my trousers. I grin when she asks for her panties back. 


Chapter 46: She's Not Thinking About Ice Cream