Everyone tells little white lies. We say that we love the haircut when we really don't. Or we say that you should certainly get that extra cookie, while really thinking something else in our head. But a lie... that's different. You are purposely telling someone an untruth, not in order to spare their feelings but in order to get away with something that you did. I'm sure that everyone has also told a lie... and not just the white one. But in BETRAYAL, Anna and Hunter are both lied to and must work together to exact revenge. However, Anna and Hunter must first learn to rely on each other... and that's tough coming from two wounded hearts. Jennifer Raines' stories are moving tales of families and love. BETRAYAL follows Hunter who has a rocky relationship with his father and Anna who refuses to go back on a promise she made to her employees. This gripping romance will have you celebrating the small things in life... a good bottle of wine, the smile from the person you love, and a kiss from a furbaby. Blurb: They are wary of trusting, but … passion has its own rules. Marketing manager, ANNA TURNER promised reliable, affordable childcare to co-workers under pressure. Proud of negotiating the perfect lease for her employer, a hostile takeover of the building steals her ideal premises. Architect and property-developer, HUNTER THOMPSON, smells betrayal on his father’s breath. An old pattern, but this time his old man plans a hostile takeover of a building owned by the family who raised Hunter as a second son. Hunter out-manoeuvres his father, buying the building himself. Attending an industry cocktail party, Anna hears Hunter say her magic word, “architect”. Revealing her ideal childcare centre plan to him, Anna discovers Hunter tore up her precious lease. Anna is breathtaking in her rage. Intrigued, Hunter offers a new lease, with the opportunity to work together. Hunter can’t risk long term. Anna doesn’t do hook-ups—ever. Hidden within their whirlwind romance and growing trust, secrets resurface with devastating consequences. Anna’s mantra—‘I share myself, you share yourself, if you want to get into my bed’—may not survive. Wary strangers find passion on a shared project, until secrets from their past ambush them. Fans of Grace Burrowes stories where love conquers loneliness and fear, will fall for Jennifer Raines’s heartwarming romances. EXCERPT: “Hello. I don’t believe we’ve met.” His pick-up line lacked originality, but the gravelly baritone could launch an entire collection of intimate apparel. He’d inherited a face of sharp angles, slashing cheekbones, and a chiselled jaw—conventionally handsome, although she understood Bea’s choice of broody. His dark-chocolate gaze held her attention despite her desperate need to escape, his eyes hinting at secrets he never intended to share. “I’m Hunter.” “Is that your name, or your current intention?” Bea’s gasp told Anna she’d actually asked the question out loud. His mouth quirked up. “I’ll let you find out.” “If you’ll excuse me, I think I need a drink.” Bea turned on her heel, balancing her almost-full glass of wine carefully. “I’m Anna Turner.” She paused, her heels enabling her to be on eye-level with him. “I’m guessing you already knew that.” “I asked another guest.” “Why?” Anna was fresh out of small talk. She wanted to go home and howl at all the malignant gods of the universe who’d conspired to thwart her meticulously researched, carefully negotiated, and enthusiastically anticipated childcare centre plan. “You interest me.” He edged closer, and the only clue he’d moved was the whiff of his sandalwood scent. “I’m flattered.” Or I might be in some parallel universe. “But you’ve caught me at the wrong time. I’m about to leave.” “Why don’t I buy you”—he considered her champagne flute, half full of mineral water—"another drink somewhere quieter where we can talk.” “Are you looking to share marketing tips?” Antonio would expect her to check, and Hunter wasn’t responsible for her black mood. “Will a yes or a no improve my chances of you staying?” When he made the effort to smile, he moved up a notch from broody-handsome to gorgeous. His slim-fitting jacket conveyed elegant vigour, adding another layer of sumptuousness to her impression. The fine cashmere wool of his jacket begged to be stroked. Don’t go there. “What’s your specialty?” She appreciated his style—his gaze hadn’t once strayed below her chin, and her décolletage truly was shocking. She liked his persistence, truth be told. A lot of men turned tail when confronted with her acerbic tongue. He sipped his drink, drawing attention to his hand. Brown and scarred, reminding her of Niall, her sibling-in-law’s hands. None of Hunter’s scars looked recent, but the working- man’s hands reassured her as the expensive clothes and dynamic looks hadn’t. “I’m an architect by training, although I spent a lot of time on building sites growing up.” “Commercial, residential, industrial, sustainable or conservation?” Excitement rippled through Anna. Maybe his arrival was an omen. “Architect” was her magic word. “Hard to chat freely in this crowd.” The twinkle in his eye hinted at a humour hidden until now. BUY LINKS: |