Island Girls Trilogy – Book Three
To be with him feels like playing Russian roulette blindfolded all while knowing she bet from borrowed lease. Can something this wrong be....right?
Neha Hemant has always been called the neutral one–like sensible Switzerland. She’s never rocked the boat, and has always done everything expected from her, an Indo-Mauritian woman.
So where’s the fulfillment, the sense of completion...?
And worse, why does she find this feeling of coming home with a man totally not right for her? She’s a widow with three teenage children, and Logan Warrington is a reformed bad boy, and her boss.... He shouldn’t have the power to make her burn, make her yearn and wish for nothing more than damning the consequences, not when she has lived her whole life trying to do what society expected of her.
As the winds of change blow on Neha’s life, could the time have come for her to step out of her bubble, and live for the moment, and herself?
Genre: Contemporary, interracial/multicultural, women’s fiction
Heat level: 3
Word count – 105k
Cover art by Tibbs Designs
So much for having thought a human being lay behind the predator. He had no heart.
She gave him one final glance, her gaze lingering on his hand as he placed the documents on his desk. His knuckles seemed bloodied, the scabs a dark, caked red. He was hurt?
Serves him right. She hoped the injury burnt and made him extremely uncomfortable. But then, she caught herself. Why was she thinking like a vengeful, immature child when she was in fact a mature mother of thirty-four years of age? Shaking some sense inside her, Neha however found her gaze going back to his fingers.
He seemed to pick up on her staring, and he peered up at her, his dark eyes catching hold of hers and keeping them captive. A flicker passed over his irises, lighting them in the relative darkness of the room.
Neha shivered and dropped her gaze, noticing his cut knuckles again. “You should put an elastoplast on that.”
He fixed her for long seconds, and seemed to give an almost imperceptible nod as he loosened his tense jaw.
Had she really broken through his shell? An irrational elation grabbed her, but it crashed in shards when she realized who she dealt with. Sod it, what was she thinking? This man had as much feelings as the most ruthless of animals.
Yet, why did he make her tingle all over?
Suddenly discomfited beyond understanding, with the iron control she exerted on herself haplessly slipping from her grasp, she said her goodbyes and whirled around.
Her breath came out laboured when she exited the office. All to do with the way the epitome of the bad boy that was the station’s manager made her feel. Tongue-tied and at a loss. Defenseless and vulnerable. Hot and totally bothered.
She shook her head. This wasn’t possible and couldn’t be allowed to go on. The more distance she could put between her and Logan Warrington, the better.
Stories about love, life, relationships... in a melting-pot of culture
Zee is an author who grew up on a fence - on one side there was modernity and the global world, on the other there was culture and traditions. Putting up with the culture for half of her life, one day she decided she'd stand tall on her wall and dip toes every now and then into both sides of her non-conventional upbringing.
From this resolution spanned a world of adaptation and learning to live on said wall. The realization also came that many other young women of the world were on their own fence.
This particular position became her favorite when she decided to pursue her lifelong dream of writing - her heroines all sit 'on a fence', whether cultural or societal, in today's world or in times past, and face dilemmas about life and love.
Hailing from the multicultural island of Mauritius, Zee is a degree holder in Communications Science. She is married, mum to a tween son, & stepmum to a teenage lad.
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