Julia Burns can’t remember a day in her life when she
didn’t have to work. So the ad in the paper sounds perfect to her – even if she
does have to marry a complete stranger.
Nicholas Steele isn’t used to being around people since
the accident that left him disfigured. Having a permanent house guest isn’t his
idea of fun, however, the press would have a field day if they found he and his
new wife weren’t residing together.
On paper, their ‘fake’ marriage fits both their needs,
giving Nicholas a wife and Julia the security she’s always dreamed of having. In
reality, every moment Nicholas and Julia spend together brings them closer to
falling for each other.
The thin sliver of
moonlight that filled the room showed her a large shape beneath the covers and
the dark hair gave her cause to believe the man was the same one she saw earlier
in the library.
He thrashed against the
blankets and then let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Julia rushed over,
doing the only thing that she could think to do. She slid behind him and cradled
the man’s head to her breastbone. “Shh, it’s alright,” she whispered, stroking
her hand over his hair. It felt much softer than she imagined it
“Wha? Who?” The man sat
up and, in a flash, pinned himself on top her. “Who the fuck are
Julia couldn’t see his
face in the dark but she didn’t need any light to know he was scowling at her.
With her hands held high above her head and his hard, heavy body crushing her to
the mattress, thighs pinning her legs where they were, a foul taste rose into
her mouth. This man was just like her foster father. The feel of his body
against hers evoked dread.
“Answer me!” he
bellowed from above her.
she stuttered through tears.
“And what the fuck are
you doing in my bedroom?”
Attempting to swallow
down the horrid tasting acid that rose up into her mouth like waves proved to be
an exercise in futility. “I-I heard…” What had she heard?
“Please, I…I need to
Only when she began dry
heaving did he released her arms and move his weight from on top of her. Julia
curled into herself, wracking with sobs. Her chest felt tight, stomach roiled.
Memories of the past assaulted her, combined with the events of moments
What possessed her to
come in here? She should have just left the man alone.
“Go back to your room,
Miss Burns,” he deadpanned. “We have a busy day tomorrow.”
to her feet, Julia fled from his room and jumped back into bed. Only once she
pulled the covers up to her chin in her own room did Julia realize that she just
came face to face with her future husband.
should be interesting! I don’t find myself all that exciting or fun, but I
suppose I shall let you be the judge of that!
I’m British. I have what is considered a ScIrish accent – a cross between
Scottish and Irish. A lot of the time, I need to repeat myself, or speak
realllly slowly to begin with. And forget trying to speak to those automated
things on the phone. I hope I never get trapped in a voice activated lift
(Google Burnistoun Lift and have a good laugh at those poor
I loathe cold. My husband is South African and feels the same. Hopefully when he
retires, we can move somewhere nice and lovely and hot!
I am Type 1 (insulin dependent) Diabetic – while this isn’t exactly a fun fact,
it’s interesting because I have to find ways around the usual sugar-packed
treats I enjoy eating. I can make a to-die-for chocolate cake with whole wheat
flour and no added sugar, and you’d never ever know ;)
I’ve been lucky enough to travel to a few places; Spain, Portugal, Norway,
Sweden, all of the UK, Canada, and the US, to name a few. I’ve even lived in
Ibiza (Spain’s Balearic Islands), and the Republic of Ireland.
Though I’m British, I prefer coffee to tea. Lovely strong coffee, and lots of
My mobile phone is so basic, it doesn’t even have a camera. Technology scares
me! I’m new to computers and often have minor meltdowns when I think I’ve broken
I am so shy in person that, if I ever met my favourite fitness
model/competitor/athlete Rudi Strydom (who is just as lovely on the inside as he
is the outside), I would puke. I would literally puke. And then hide in a corner
shaking. Don’t get me started on going to an author signing event (pfft, like
that will ever happen!). They would have to give hazmat suits out at the door so
no one gets rained on when I accidentally throw up from sheer
When someone seeks me out to tell me how much they love one of my books, I cry.
I break down and sob and when I’m finished, I wonder if they read what I wrote,
or if aliens somehow swapped my book for something amazing and made them read
I have a massive crush on everything South African. Blame my husband! I love
Springboks Rugby, Arno Carstens, Cliff Simon, Wilbur Smith…and I love the
accent. Man oh man, an Afrikaans accent is like smooth dark chocolate for my
ears! (Okay, I’m weird, we know lol!)
10. I am a
bona-fide sci-fi nerd. I love every single sci-fi show I can get my hands on. I
got my husband, a self-confessed action only watcher, totally hooked on Stargate
SG-1. Then Battlestar Galactica. And Firefly. And loads more ;) I think it helps
that there were so many South Africans in Stargate SG-1 (Cliff Simon, Suanne
Braun, etc). Of course, it could be because those shows are
Well there you
have it. Ten things you never wanted to know about Danielle Taylor and now
you’ll never get those last few minutes of your life back. I’m sorry! I’m so so