Release date: November 22nd 2013
Series: The Wicked Game #3
Mary Isabella “Ellie” Angela Wilson Dillard, daughter of an abdicated Earl, lives a remarkably ordinary life as a seamstress in a dress shop. That is until the day a workers’ protest in the streets of Manchester sees her joining forces—and lips!—with a handsome and mysterious stranger she knows only as “Cal.” Ellie is soon drawn into his world and it isn’t long before she finds herself falling for this wicked stranger with a secret.
Cal has three desires: to reform the mills of Manchester after the death of a friend, to keep his efforts secret from his opposing wealthy peers, and to win the heart of the compassionate woman who agrees to help him, no questions asked. But the mills are not the only thing in need of reform. As the stakes grow higher, Cal struggles to overcome his past and the secret that may put Ellie out of his reach forever…
Her eyelids fluttered, just enough to realize how close kissing actually brought two people
together. This was the closest she had ever been to another person in her entire life. It was exhilarating
and frightening and somehow pure. She moved her gaze upward just in time to see his eyes open too,
and she thought she felt him fall into her.
This was the moment. The one in her dreams. The one she’d thought about since she was a
young girl. Or so she let herself believe for just one pleasurable second before his eyes darted away
yet again, and she resigned herself to the truth. As pleasing as this moment was—and Lord, was it
pleasing—it was not exactly right. And something was missing.
Him. His complete attention. His complete devotion. His love.
And his name.
“Who are you?” Ellie asked as she pushed away.
His eyes shot behind her again and then back to look at her. “Well, bloody hell… It didn't work…”
“Do you like your life?” he asked with real concern in his voice.
“Your life. Your day to day existence. Whatever that may be. How you do things. How you live.
“Well, yes… I—of course I do, but…”
“Then I’m sorry about this, I’m very sorry, but I’m going to need to ask you to do something.”
Olivia Fuller began writing at the age of 4. She self-published her books using folded paper and a stapler, and gave a new story to her kindergarten teacher every day. She no longer writes about baby dinosaurs, now preferring to write romances instead. In her spare time she watches too much Netflix, laughs with her husband, and playfully narrates the lives of her cats, Cher and Rocket Kitty.