First Love Series, Book 1
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Word Count: 67,000 words
Cover Artist: Kim Killion
First love. Second chance.
All they have to do is stay alive…
Following her father’s mysterious death in Singapore, Leah leaves her life in London and returns to the island that was her childhood home – braced to confront her past. Toran James may have been the boy her fourteen-year-old heart yearned for, but the magic of stolen glances and first kisses faded with his betrayal.
The enigmatic man she meets upon her return, though, is nothing like her memory, and the past holds more secrets than she realised. Was her father’s death really an accident? What was hidden in his study? And why has Toran contacted her again after all these years? Someone is out to silence Leah – and that someone might be the man she is rapidly falling in love with… again.
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“Quiet!” a voice hissed, as a hand clamped over her mouth and Leah felt herself pressed against a hard, male body, muscular arms folding around her like a band of iron.
She tried to scream again and struggled, kicking back with her heels. She heard a sound of annoyance and the hand fell from her mouth for a second. She took a deep breath, ready to scream again, when a voice she recognised spoke urgently in her ear.
“Leah! Leah! It’s me!”
He let go of her, then strong hands gripped her shoulders and gave her a sharp shake. Her head snapped back and her scream was cut off. Leah stumbled backwards, staring at the man in front of her.
He glanced around, then moved swiftly, taking her right arm and leading her towards the building entrance. She stumbled along beside him, trying to keep up with his long strides, as they passed through the lobby of the building and headed towards the lifts.
“Get in,” he said tersely as the lift doors opened.
“No.” She balked. “Not until you explain what’s going on. And what the hell you thought you were doing just now, manhandling me like that.”
He glanced back the way they had come and gave her a gentle push. “I don’t have time to explain now.”
“Well, I don’t care. I want—”
The look on his face scared her. This was not the boy she used to know, but a man who could be dangerous. Very dangerous. She stepped into the lift and stood well away from him as the doors swished shut after them, and the hum of machinery told her that they were ascending. She noticed for the first time that he was wearing a baseball cap and dark glasses.
“Where are we going?” she demanded.
“To the fifteenth floor.” He took off the shades and cap, and ran a hand through his hair. “Leah, I’m sorry; this wasn’t how I planned the evening at all—”
“Oh, really? You mean you don’t always attack your dates and maul them as soon as you see them? I guess I should be honoured that I get that special privilege!” She was angry now—angry at how scared she had been, angry at his strange behaviour, maybe even angry at herself for feeling a thrill of excitement when she had been pressed up against his body. She remembered the way his chest felt, hard under her hands, and the rough thrust of his thigh against hers, and her face burned. Whatever it was she had expected to feel when she saw Toran James again, it wasn’t this raw attraction.
“Don’t be melodramatic,” he said.
“Melodramatic? Me?” Her voice rose in indignation. “You’re the one with the kidnapping act!”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just… Someone might have heard you scream and—” He broke off.
“And what?” She raised her eyebrows.
The lift pinged and the doors slid open.
“Come on,” he said, putting a hand to her elbow.
“No!” Leah pulled her arm away. “I’m not going anywhere with you until you explain. I’ve barely been in Singapore twenty-four hours and already I feel like I’m in some bad B-movie. What the hell is going on, Toran? Why did you contact me again after all these years? Why did you ask me to meet you last night?”
He said impatiently, “Because I wanted to see you, of course.”
“Don’t lie,” Leah snapped. “There’s more to it than that. I know about the yacht explosion.” She saw with satisfaction that he had gone very still. “Why didn’t you mention that when you saw me last night?”
The doors had slid shut again. Suddenly, the lift seemed a lot smaller. Leah felt a flare of panic. What was she thinking, confronting him here in this tight, airless space? She should have waited until they had gotten out, gone somewhere more public, somewhere she could get away.
She flew towards the controls, but he stepped forwards, blocking her with his body. His hand shot out and gripped her wrist. Leah felt herself pulled up against him, pressed once more against the taut, muscular length of his body. She gasped, throwing her head back, and looked up at him. The pad of his thumb brushed against the soft skin on the inside of her wrist and a shudder of awareness ran up her arm.
“I’ll explain, but not here. Not now. You have to trust me.” His green eyes burned into hers.
About the Author:
H.Y. Hanna was born in Taiwan and has been a globe-trotter most of her life, from growing up in the United Arab Emirates to attending school in New Jersey, from working in the glamorous world of London advertising to emigrating Down Under.
Along the way, she somehow managed to pick up a wonderful husband, a huge, slobbery dog, two rescue cats, an assortment of cardboard boxes and a slightly dodgy “trans-atlantic” accent. After graduating from Oxford University, she tried her hand at a variety of jobs before returning to her first love: writing.
She’s the author of the Amazon bestselling children’s mystery series, Big Honey Dog Mysteries, and is now diving into the world of romantic suspense with the launch of Tender Deceit, Book 1 in the First Love Series.
You can find out more about H.Y. Hanna and her books at: http://www.hyhanna.com or catch her on Facebook at “H.Y. Hanna” or the Big Honey Dog Mysteries Facebook Page.
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