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

Now that Jarrod is gone all I want to do is call Aurora, but she'll still be in the air, and so it's a pointless exercise. I dial her number anyway, deciding to leave her a voicemail.


"Hey angel," I don't know what to say, "let me know when you land, alright? I miss you already. I told Jarrod about mum... I wish you were here, or I was there... Either one. Anyway, I'll speak to you later. I love you."


When I hang up, I feel lost in my apartment.


I wash up the plates of curry and then lean against the sink as I take in the empty kitchen and the empty lounge beyond it.


Chapter 108: Missing Her