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

A week later and my sister still hasn't returned. Tristan has been incredible, barely ever leaving my side and when did, I still had a feeling he watching over me.


Whether it was the mugs of coffee that seemed to just appear on my desk or the fact that he'd barely spent a night away from my house, I have never felt more safe than I have in the last week.


Now sat at my desk with more work than should be legal in December, I'm smiling a real smile. I'm actually happy and I have Tristan Riggens to thank for it.


There waiting for me is a text message from Tia. I'm not sure what I expect her to tell me, that she'll be on the first plane home or that she's at the airport and needs picking up?


Anything would be better than what she's actually written.


Text me when you've arranged the funeral.


That's it. Nothing else. No kiss. No 'how is Thomas?' Not offer to help.


Chapter 361: Sweetpea