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For artist Gabriela Martinez, psychopaths do hit twice.

An unscrupulous arts dealer covets Gabriela’s work to the point of madness, Richard Harrison is willing to do anything to get her back in his life, and if Richard and Gabriela don't stop this new threat, their chances for a future together will go up in flames.

When art dealer, Arnold Wickham, catches a glimpse of Gabriela's new work, The Book of Hours, he is like a man possessed.  Now, he will do anything in order to claim it, and nothing, especially not Gabriela, will stand in his way.

Four years ago, Fate had separated Richard from Gabriela, the woman he loves. Now, Richard has been gifted a second chance to protect Gabriela, and he will risk everything to protect her.  However, in the shadow of this new threat, the stakes are now much higher, and there is much more to lose.  So Richard must stay one step ahead of the danger, if not, their lives and their love will be forever torn apart.

Set in California and London, The Book of Hours is a story about greed, obsession, family duty, and, especially, deserved second chances.

The Book of Hours

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Excerpt from The Book of Hours

Chérie,” Jean-Louis said, keeping his voice soft, as if he were approaching a nervous fawn. “We need help, and you know the kind I’m referring to.”

Silence answered for her, but her hands gripped the banister until her knuckles turned white.

“Gabriela, we can’t dismiss this situation with a shrug, not anymore, not after that accident.” Jean-Louis continued persuasively. “This man Wickeham is a potential psychopath—maybe not as deadly as Heinige, but still a very real threat.”

Taking her shoulders softly, he turned Gabriela to face him. Apart from Julien, his life partner, Jean-Louis admired and loved no one like the woman he held. “Ma belle. We need to get Harrison involved. Please. Call Maurice. Find him.”

Gabriela’s golden eyes locked with her friend’s. The hesitation was there. Unspoken, but there.

Frustrated, Jean-Louis threw both hands toward the sky and swore. The stubborn, stubborn woman. He grabbed the railing in lieu of knocking some sense into her and pinned her with his eyes.

“When are you going to let go of this groundless guilt? Of your fear? You can’t continue this way, mon amie. The stress level is tearing you apart.” When Gabriela remained mute, Jean-Louis thrust his face close to hers. “But that’s not the real issue here, is it?”

“Jean-Louis—” she warned.

“Forgiveness. That’s what’s really at stake here. You’ve always readily forgiven others, but when it comes to yourself, you don’t. It’s that simple. Tell me, mon amie, I’m curious. When will the self-flagellation stop? How many more years of punishment will you allow? When will enough be enough?”

Gabriela flinched and Jean-Louis knew his words had hit home. He saw the heart-wrenching vulnerability in her eyes and, for the first time, read a resignation. A capitulation?



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