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Immortal
Billionaire
Jane
Godman
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Harlequin Nocturne
Date of Publication: November 1,
2016
ASIN: B01EEZKX3K
Number of pages: 304
Word Count: 80 000
Cover Artist: Harlequin
Book Description:
Dark secrets and unquenchable
desire collide in this captivating paranormal thriller…
Connie Lacey lives a nomadic
existence. Alone. Safe. She can't risk being found by the stalker who haunts
her waking nightmares. Until an invitation from billionaire Sylvester de
León—to spend thirty days with him on his private island, Corazón—proves
impossibly tempting. But one look at the gorgeous host's deep blue eyes, and
Connie knows there is nothing safe about this paradise and the aristocratic man
who calls it home.
The island is cursed…as is
Sylvester himself. Yet something in him calls to Connie, ignites a desire
that's filled with raw, timeless need. But Corazón has many secrets, each more
dangerous than the last. And in a place where everlasting love, the past and
fate intersect, even death is only a beginning…
Available for Pre-Order
Excerpt:
It is easy enough
to list in advance, and with absolute certainty, those things for which we are
prepared to die. Family, country, religion, the one we love, a valued way of
life. Until we are faced with a situation that puts our convictions to the
test, we can never know for sure which of these will hold true. There were many
lessons to be learned during those strange weeks on the island of Corazón, but,
for Connie Lacey, this would prove be the most important.
Four years of
running and hiding. Four years of looking over her shoulder. Of viewing every
man she met with suspicion. Of waking every morning, wondering if today was the
day he would finally catch up with her.
The relief of
being offered somewhere to hide was so huge it drove every other thought out of
her head. She had a brief mental image of herself as a disaster survivor and
the man opposite as the rescue worker who had just draped an emergency blanket
around her shoulders. She resisted the temptation to cling to him, garbling out
incoherent thanks until he was forced to gently pry her hands away. They were
the wild thoughts spinning through Connie Lacey’s mind as she listened to the
clipped tones of the attorney.
With hindsight,
she probably should have paid more attention to the strangeness of the offer he
was making and the diffident manner with which he made it. Gratitude will do
that to you, she decided later. At the time her attention was taken up with
grabbing this opportunity. Nod, smile, and sign on the dotted line. Don’t ask
questions that might make him withdraw this incredible invitation. All she
could focus on was the fact that—for thirty days, at least—she would not have
to sleep with a knife under her pillow.
“You have one
week.” She realized Mr. Reynolds had finished outlining the details of the
proposal. “My client will expect you to be in Florida in exactly seven days’
time.”
Connie swallowed
hard. She might have known there would be a catch. The logistics of getting to
Florida posed a massive problem. Mentally, she reviewed the contents of her
wallet. She knew exactly how much cash was in there. It wouldn’t get her across
town let alone across the country. Before she could speak, Mr. Reynolds reached
into the desk drawer and produced a hefty roll of banknotes. His expression
softened slightly as he passed them across the desk.
“Expenses. For the
journey and such sundry other items as may be necessary.” He cleared his throat
with a hint of something that might have been embarrassment. “My client is a
very exacting man. His guests will, for example, be required to dress for
dinner during their stay on Corazón.”
Darn! And there I
was thinking I had successfully managed to hide the fact that the sole is
hanging off one of my sneakers and this sweater has forgotten what color it
used to be.
Connie stuffed the
wad of cash into her shoulder bag with a muttered word of thanks. If an
encounter with Sylvester’s attorney could reduce her to the status of a
gibbering wreck, how on earth was she going to cope with the man himself?
As she got to her
feet, Mr. Reynolds rose and came around the desk. He held out his hand.
Surprised, Connie took it. Instead of the handshake she had expected, he
clasped her hand between both of his. It was an oddly tactile gesture for such
an aloof man.
“However this
venture may turn out…” He paused and Connie sensed he was fighting an internal
battle. As if the personal and professional were at war within him. The result
felt like his version of a truce. “I wish you well, Miss Lacey.”
It was only later,
when she got back to her grim, one-room apartment and counted—then, in
disbelief, re-counted—the money, that she began to truly appreciate the gulf
between her world and that of Corazón. What constituted “sundry other items” to
Mr. Reynolds was almost a year’s salary to Connie.
Laughing, she
tossed the notes into the air and briefly contemplated just disappearing with
them. To hell with “second cousin several convoluted times removed” Sylvester
and his mysteriously worded proposition. This money could buy her the freedom
from fear she had been dreaming of. Temporarily, it was true, but even that was
so much more than she had wished for. No more moving from town to town and job
to job? No more looking over her shoulder? Yeah, I’ll take that and deal with
the future when it gets here.
A pang of guilt
tugged at her. Backing out wasn’t an option. She had just accepted Mr.
Reynolds’s wretched invitation and a promise was, after all, a promise.
Besides—despite its reputation—she was intrigued enough by Corazón to want to
see it and, even if she admitted it only to herself, she wanted to meet the
legendary Sylvester.
The ease with
which Arthur Reynolds, senior partner in the firm of Reynolds, Prudah and
Taylor, had tracked her down was unsettling. Even if she hadn’t been
contemplating answering Sylvester’s eccentric summons, it would have been time
to move on. Goodbye—she experienced a minor moment of panic as she tried to
remember where she was. It had to happen one day—Farmington, Missouri. The last
month has been okay, but it was never a long-term thing. We both knew it. No
hard feelings.
She had a week to
prepare for the journey. With a shrug, she tucked the money away at the back of
her closet and curled up on the bed with a book. Connie could have her
belongings packed in an hour. She’d done it often enough.
About
the Author:
Jane Godman writes in a variety of
genre. Many of her stories are heavily tinged with the supernatural and
elements of horror, with haunted characters tormented by dark secrets.
Jane writes paranormal romance for
Harlequin Nocturne. Her Otherworld Series is set in a mystical land inhabited
by many races, including faeries, vampires, lycanthropes, phantoms and gods.
Unfortunately, the constant battles between these warring dynasties threaten to
spill over into the mortal realm.
Jane’s series for Harlequin
Romantic Suspense, Sons of Stillwater, will be coming soon.
Jane also writes steamy historical
romance for Samhain Publishing and her Georgian Rebel Series features
compelling heroes who fight hard for the cause they believe in and harder for
the women they love.
In 2017, Jane has a new paranormal
romance series coming from SMP Swerve.
Watch out for her hot Arctic
werewolves!
Jane lives in Cheshire, England, is
married to a lovely man and is mum to two grown up children.
Website: http://www.janegodmanauthor.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/JaneGodman
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