Once upon a time,
In a city not so far away,
There lived a girl who was in love with her brother's best friend.
Years later, their paths crossed again.
But he wasn't the same man she once knew.
Jaded by the world, he decided to use her as his pawn in a plan for revenge…
British businessman, Mason Woodward, seems to have everything going for him. He’s handsome, wealthy, and knows how to get what he wants. His best friend, Travis, was like a brother to him, until the day he found him in bed with his girlfriend. Now, Mason has a plan for payback that involves Travis’ younger sister, Jillian.
"The plan seemed simple. I'd use her every which way, and then send her back to her brother with a clear message: You had your fun, and I had mine."
Little did I know that I'd end up falling for her…
The Manhattan Series includes all three books in the set.
Book 1: His Pawn
Book 2: Queen In Play
Book 3: End Game
“Care for a drink?” He asked.
He walked across the beautifully polished dark wood floors and entered the kitchen, which was updated with all the newest features and appliances anybody could desire. The countertops were a polished black marble with all stainless steel appliances. My brain felt so overstimulated I couldn’t focus on any one thing, so instead I leaned against the brick of the kitchen wall, where he was already uncorking a bottle of some kind of wine.
“You must be very impressive with the ladies,” I teased, although I had to admit to myself I was digging for information.
I’d seen his picture a few times over the years plastered in the business and entertainment sections of the newspaper. He seemed to always have a beautiful woman at his side during galas and benefits.
Mason cleared his throat lightly as he poured two glasses of white wine.
“I don’t bring women here. I never have,” his eyes glanced up at me for a second, “until tonight.”
“Oh,” I breathed as my heart picked up speed.
I must have sounded like a silly girl because Mason chuckled as he handed me the wine glass. I felt his eyes on my form, especially now that I was free of my coat. Or perhaps that was just wishful thinking.
I looked up at him as I took the wine glass. He’d removed his suit jacket and loosened his tie. He was just as tall as I’d remembered, at least a foot taller than me.
His olive skin and dark hair gave hint to his Indian heritage, though his features had a sharpness to them that came from his English father. His smoldering, light brown eyes bore into me. Mason’s eyes have always struck me with admiration and awe. They are intense, and his gaze on me was both confident and domineering. My face flamed and I had to look away as I took the glass from him.
I took a long, healthy sip from my glass and swallowed. I tried to process what he just said, and what it meant that he would bring me here. It means nothing. You’re just Jilly Bean, you could never be his type. The unwelcome, yet practical thought invaded my mind.
“I have another apartment in the Upper West Side,” Mason answered, as though he could read my thoughts. “It’s… better equipped. I don’t have to worry about disturbing my hotel guests over there.” He smiled at me darkly.
Better equipped? How many women does he take over there?
A sudden pang of disappointment hit me, but I was also intrigued.
“So you go there a lot?” I asked, trying to sound casual, but I knew I failed miserably.
I took another deep gulp of wine as I looked up at him.
There was an energy radiating from this man I’d never experienced before. The way his mere presence commanded my attention was alarming. Perhaps I was just too young to have felt it before. Perhaps I was just not open-minded enough back then, but everything about this man was just too much. His large body towered over my small frame. It was overwhelming. Especially when he took two long strides toward me.
“Why do you ask, Jilly Bean? I think I heard a tinge of jealousy in your tone,” Mason smirked whispered.
My heart jumped out of my chest when he called me by my old nickname, and then he stood directly in front of me. His voice was smooth like silk as he spoke in the hushed tone.
Yes. My quiet thought was immediate.
Willa Thorne is the author of the sexy and steamy Manhattan Series & the standalone romance, CLOSED HEART, which just released in February of 2016. For those of you who aren’t familiar with her work, She writes sensual, contemporary romance stories which are filled with emotion, secrets and twists.
She is originally from New Jersey, and currently lives in Southern Connecticut with her husband and rescue pup.
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