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

When I leave the cemetery, everything inside me wants to go straight to Aurora's so that I can fix what I've broken.


I sit in my car wondering what I would say to her if I went around to her apartment and it hits me, I have no idea what I'd say. I don't know how to fix this. I don't even know if I can.


So instead of acting rash, I ask Henry to take me home. On the way there, I call Abby, Melody's old friend.


"Hey Abs," I say to her voicemail. "I need a favour. Will you be my date to mum's charity thing tonight? Anyway, call me." 


Abby is a good friend. She'll listen to me moan and complain about another girl. She became like a sister to me after the crash. I'd felt a strong need to protect her. She was a part of Melody, a part of Melody's life that had to be cherished.


My phone rings as I enter my apartment, half an hour later.


Her voice makes me smile. She is the sort of person who makes you smile even when you are miserable. 


Chapter 68: Death Glares