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

In the back of my mind, I know that Ashley or Katie or worse his little sister could walk in at any moment but it doesn't make me step back. Everything inside me is screaming to get away but I'm glued to the spot.


"I'm not." His voice is softer than it has been. It's almost gentle. It's definitely not teasing, but that scares me more because it's when he's sincere that he hurts me most. "I can see it in the way you are biting your lip."


He runs his finger across my lip, leaving the taste of his skin there.


"I can feel it in the electricity that is always between us."


He squares his shoulders, challenging me to deny it.


Chapter 158: Running Late