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've failed. I don't know how to be what either of them needs. It's the day before Christmas and they are both trying so hard to make me smile. Every time I don't, I fell like I'm failing them all over again.


I'm supposed to be the one looking after Thomas, and yet I'm leaving that responsibility to a guy who barely knows him.


It's Christmas. This is supposed to be the happiest time of the year and I can't even put a fake smile on my face for the people I love.


Tonight, they are dragging me out carolling. Apparently, I have no choice. Every time I want to say no I hear Thomas's voice in my ear, you're my miracle.


I'm making a right pig's ear of this. I'm currently sat on the edge of my bed allowing Tristan to put my coat on for me, like I'm the child in the house not Thomas. He wraps a scarf around my neck, plonks a hat on my head and begins to put my hands into my gloves.


Chapter 367: I've Failed