In Donna Alward’s latest addition to the Heirs to an Empire miniseries, a life-altering secret is revealed. It all started with an escape from scandal...only to be rescued by the tycoon! PR assistant Anemone Jones loves working in Paris for the glamorous Pemberton family…until she discovers she is in fact their half-sibling! When the scandal hits the tabloids, it’s her gorgeous boss, Phillippe Leroux, who sweeps her off to his idyllic home in Grasse. Phillippe’s proposal in Provence gives Annie breathing space to process her new life—and even find a place in his.
She was still working through a mental list when Phillipe
turned up a hillside street, slowing as he drove through a residential
neighborhood. The homes here were nice—stone houses with tile roofs, olive and
palm trees, little gardens. Annie had never seen a palm tree in person in her
life. And here she was, in the south of France, so close to the Mediterranean.
Sitting in a car with the handsomest man she’d ever known.
Was it wrong that a day that was so very horrible also
kind of felt like a dream come true?
“Nous sommes ici,” Phillipe said, and Annie nodded
as he turned up a short drive to a welcoming-looking two-story house with wood
shutters the color of whiskey barrels.
He turned off the car and let out a big breath.
“Phillipe? Before we go in, I just want to say…thank you.
Thank you for caring enough to want to help me. You could have just sent me a
warning, but you’re a true friend.”
He took off his seat belt and turned in his seat to face
her better. “If I overstep, please tell me. I can be…bossy. Single-minded.”
That didn’t sound like the man she knew, today’s
activities excepted. “I will, though I won’t have to. I just want you to know
that I appreciate you so much. You have always—” Her throat tightened and she
took a moment to swallow, ease the knot that had formed. “You have always
treated me with caring and respect.” She gave a small, secretive smile. “Maybe
more than I wanted. You’re a good man, Phillipe.”
His gaze held hers and the air in the car filled with the
same delicious tension that had shimmered between them last night. But then
they both sat back, knowing it would only complicate matters further if they
gave in to the attraction, they’d done so well ignoring all day.
“Come,” he said softly, giving her the smile she found so
devastating. “Meet my parents. Be at home.”
He retrieved their bags from the back seat and then they
walked up the stone path together. Phillipe lifted his hand to knock but before
he could, the door swung open and a woman stood there, her smile wide, the joy
in her eyes unmistakable.
“Vous êtes ici!”
He laughed, put down the bags, and pulled her into his
arms.
Donna lives on Canada's east coast. When she's not writing she enjoys knitting, gardening, cooking, and is a Masterpiece Theater addict. While her heartwarming stories have been translated into several languages, hit bestseller lists, and won awards, her favorite thing is to hear from readers! Visit her on the web at www.donnaalward.com and join her mailing list at http://www.DonnaAlward.com/newsletter.
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