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 sitting at my desk responding to an email from my friend Anna. It's Friday yet again and I'm about to call quits for the week. We're all going around to Mike and Sarah's house for dinner tonight.


I'm really looking forward to seeing my friends even if I know they are going to ask me a million and one questions about Andrew. Speaking about Andrew, he should be here any moment.


Ever since my very first day at TRW he has made a habit of hounding me just before I'm due to leave. Anna thinks I should invite Andrew to dinner but I have completely chickened out. My stomach keeps flipping and I'm grateful I haven't eaten since lunch time. I check the clock. He's usually here by now. I'm anxious to see him. It's insane how much things can change in a week.


A week ago, the idea of him hovering in my office doorway, smirking at me would have been something to avoid. Now it's something I crave.


Chapter 172: A Present