All games must eventually come to an end…
Hannah’s new reality is that someone is stalking her. Aggressively. The only question now is who. Fingers are pointed and accusations are made as every clue leads to her down another twisted path of questions without answers. Her feelings for both Carter and Trent cloud her judgment as the investigation delves deeper into her personal life and into her heart. Carter’s past is a mystery and Trent has every reason to try and make her seem crazy. Her loss would be his gain after all.
Hannah will have to choose, but making the wrong choice will cost much more than a broken heart.
Everyone has a motive.
But only one of them has a plan.
Expect the unexpected in the thrilling conclusion to the Spend the Night series.
me,” I said, taking Carter’s hand in mine.
It had been forty-eight hours since I’d learned about Mark’s death. The police investigation hadn’t turned up
anything, so for the time being the security team was still watching me like a
hawk. Whoever had killed Mark seemed to
be laying low, nothing of any concern had happened since.
was making a concentrated effort to not let everything that had happened affect
who I was. Or who I wanted to be. I wanted to be the girl that believed the
police would do their job and everything would be okay. I wanted to be the girl that enjoyed the
beginnings of a new relationship with a great guy. Carter had been very supportive over the last
couple days. He’d made sure to check in
with me regularly and kept an ever watchful eye out for anything suspicious.
offered up a playful smile as we made our way down the hall from the Scarlet
Ballroom. The two of us had met with
Alison to discuss the menu and table layout for the wedding. Trent was notably absent. I hadn’t seen him since Carter had whisked me
out of the security office. A part of me
knew it was for the best, but another kept waiting for him to rush in and
declare his innocence.
was unusually chatty that morning—reiterating how ecstatic she was about
becoming Mrs. Crawford. Luckily, Carter
was on his game that morning. He’d been
more accommodating than I felt like being and even had an idea that would make
the flow of service move more quickly for the wait staff. And while a part of me was grateful that he
had such an eye for detail, I’d silently cursed myself for not thinking of it
in the first place. Just another sign
that my head wasn’t in the game like it used to be. I was supposed to be groomed and ready to
take over as the C.O.O. of The Wellesley-Crawford Hotel, not flouting around
like some rookie event planner.
that I didn’t have a somewhat justifiable reason. Just when I thought I was finally coming down
from everything that happened the night of the Gala, Carter showed up. Then Trent showed up. My shit show love life
took precedence over every logical thought I once had in my head. That was
until I realized someone was stalking me and now possibly involved in the
murder of a man I went on a date with.
If this is what it was like to have a full plate, I needed to start a
diet as soon as possible.
head was still spinning. I hadn’t had a
moment to myself and it was starting to affect me. My current company excluded, having a body
guard up my ass twenty-four-seven was really cramping my style. I knew that I needed one to be safe, but I’d
always been a do-as-I-please kind of girl.
Now I was asking permission to use the restroom in my own hotel.
are we going?” he asked, pulling my body to a halt. The guard tasked with
keeping tabs on me believed I was still in the inside ballroom, so I needed to
move fast if I wanted a moment alone with Carter.
brushed up against my side and firmly planted his lips on my neck before
kissing up to my ear. “God, you smell
amazing,” he whispered, before a bellhop turned the corner catching us both by
surprise. We both straightened up as if
we weren’t about to rip each other’s clothes off. The sexual tension had been
building between us since our last encounter, unfortunately, time or
convenience hadn’t been on our side. Both of us had been swamped with work and
conflicting schedules. Stolen kisses and the occasional embrace were all we’d
managed to work in over the last few days. Not to mention, any time he did stop
by my suite, the thought of a bodyguard sitting outside my door and knowing
exactly what we were doing kind of killed the mood. Today was different though.
Today I was making it a priority to get some quality time with him.
Hannah Wellesley has spent her entire life running the halls of her family-owned hotel, the infamous and opulent Wellesley-Crawford. Noted as one of the city’s richest, most luxurious hotels in Chicago, the WC is what Hannah has devoted her life and career to.The hotel’s Annual Masquerade Gala is the event of the year, but this year Hannah’s evening involves more than just handing out masks. After a mysterious rendezvous in a secluded stairwell with an irresistible and unidentifiable man, Hannah becomes consumed with discovering the identity of her masked lover. Just as she’s about to give up the search, two men blow back into her life with drastically different intentions. They both have secrets and uncovering them will lead Hannah down a darkly dangerous path.
Drawn to both of the intriguing bachelors, she’ll have to determine which one is after her heart and which one plans to do her deadly harm before it’s too late.
Although this journey began years ago, it recently took on a whole new life. After years of devouring hundreds of Romance, YA and New Adult novels, I had an epiphany… I should write a book. And I did it!
If I’m not reading, writing, enjoying drinks with my amazing group of girlfriends or chasing around a sarcastically funny kid, I’m probably watching television shows that were created for teenagers, while my husband teases that I’m too old to watch them.