Livi Callaway has fled back to London after a reality TV disaster in New Zealand. Safely anonymous in the big city, she’s determined to stay under the radar from now on. But her attempts to build a new life are complicated by unexpected visitors from her old one, and new dangers and temptations lie in wait.
Late one night, she meets a mysteriously sexy American on the Underground – and the events that follow take her from Pooh Bear to the golden lights of Paris, via a trail of rock stars dead and alive. A family in disarray, a determined Swede, a crazed Australian and a childhood friend (who might yet be more than that) have her all over the place as she tries to discover the American’s secret – while keeping her own.
With help – and occasional hindrance – from her friends, what she eventually finds is something unexpected . . . sometimes, running away can lead you to exactly what you didn’t know you needed.
She was torn between wanting to hug him and shake him. “That was a really, really good thing to do. But, God, you could have got in trouble.”
“No, no.” He shrugged.
“I can’t believe it. Everyone was having such a beautiful time.” She shook her head, embarrassed now at being taken in by the false display. “I really am a sucker.”
“Don’t let that ruin it,” he said. “All the more reason to hold on to the magical bits. Look.” He took her hand and turned her around. Suddenly, countless thousands of white lights were flashing all over the tower, a crazy firefly riot against the gold backdrop. All around them, people broke into spontaneous applause, whistling and whooping in appreciation.
It was perfection. Not even slightly cheesy. She focused high up on the tower, blinking hard, not wanting him to see that she was moved to tears. He squeezed her hand, looking at her under the scatter-gun brightness. His grip was firm and his hand was warm. They were so close. If she looked around now… For a moment, she hovered on the brink. Then, with the hypnotic sparkles of light reflecting in her eyes, she couldn’t hold back any more. She turned to him, her carefully guarded resolve forgotten, and in an instant his lips were on hers, her arms around him. His warm breath mingled with hers as he gave an audible sigh, and she laughed in the kiss, all caution gone. The satchel slipped around between them as he leaned down, but she pushed it aside and pressed against him. As she stood on tiptoe to meld further into his kiss, the crowd seemed to be clapping only for them. In that moment, the city’s magic was as real as the grass under her feet and the tingle of sunburn on her bare arms.
As if on cue, his phone rang again.
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