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Автор Джоди Эллен Малпас
For my partner in crime. Some people are just meant to be in your life. She’ll always be in mine. Katie Fanny Cooke, thank you for being there every day. Thank you for letting me be me and loving me for it. Thank you for knowing when I need to be left alone and for pushing me when you know I need to let it all out. Thank you for reading me like a book. Thank you for . . . everything.
One Night: Unveiled
Jodi Ellen Malpas
Dedication
Title Page
Acknowledgements
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Epilogue
About the Author
Also by Jodi Ellen Malpas
Copyright
A while ago, I made my soul on paper available for all to read. The fact that I didn’t think anyone would actually read my debut novel,
Now you get to lose yourself in Miller Hart’s world one last time.
See you on the other side.
JEM
xxx
William Anderson had been sitting in his Lexus on the corner of the familiar street for over an hour.
A whole damn hour and he still hadn’t located the strength to get out of the car. His eyes had been rooted on the old Victorian terrace for every painful second. He’d avoided this part of town for over twenty years with the exception of one time. To bring her home.Now, though, he had to face his past head-on. He had to get out of his car. He had to knock on that door. And he was dreading it.
There were no other options left for him, and boy had he searched high and low in his fraught mind for an out. Nothing. ‘Time to face the music, Will,’ he breathed to himself, sliding out of his car. Shutting the door softly, he started towards the house, annoyed that he was incapable of steadying his thumping heart. It was vibrating in his chest, echoing in his ears. Each step he took, her face was becoming clearer and clearer, until he was clenching his eyes shut in pain.
‘Damn you, woman,’ he muttered, shivering.
He found himself outside the house far sooner than he liked, staring at the front door. His poor mind was being blasted with too many bad memories to cope with. He felt weak. It wasn’t a feeling William Anderson often experienced because he made sure of it. After her, he made damn fucking sure of it.
