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323 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2015



"And then his gut clenched around the reality. God knew what perfume she'd make to represent him. Something mean. Machiavellian. Some masculine variant of Spoiled Brat, maybe. Maybe she'd call it Assassin."








"And then, just like that, there were four male bodies wrestling. "If any of you end up needing the hospital, I expect you to drive yourself," Tata Véro said, flipping a page. "I'm retired." She winced a little at a particular thudding sound, peeked at her son in the mass, and then looked immediately back at the photo album."
“It would have been like believing in magic, to believe in you,” she said suddenly.
“Yes.” His breath released roughly. “I know exactly what you mean.”
“In the morning. At night, it’s easier to believe in dreams.”
Damien Rosier is the ruthless money-maker of his family. He ensures that each member of this family is free to live their dreams in the security he provides. No one thinks he has a heart, they don’t know that he wishes for someone soft and sweet in his life. And then six months ago when he met her, he thought he had found that someone, but after one magical night she left taking his heart with her. And he was left thinking that the perfect night was meaningful only to him…
Jasmin Bianchi’s life has not been easy despite her commercial success as a top perfumer. For two years she had to watch her father dying, and six months ago he passed away. Two weeks after a night so magical it felt like a wish. A night that turned to dust when she found out that Damien was the Damien Rosier who had just bought her company right from under her. And because she thought he had used her as only the known heartless Damien Rosier could, she fled.
Now Jasmin has received an unexpected inheritance and she’s come to the south of France to claim it. And when Damien discovers that Jasmin has claimed his family heritage, he’s willing to fight dirty to reclaim it. But this time Jasmin is not suffering beneath a cloud of grief, and she has no problem fighting dirty back. This time she will not run away, because she has nothing left to lose.
Can the lovers turned enemies finally discover that both of them lost their hearts that night months ago, or will they be too stubborn, too blind to realise the truth?
I can’t believe I was so hesitant to read this book. After loving the first book so much, I just couldn’t see the author topping it. But I was so wrong. This book was FANTASTIC and I’m definitely a fan for life. I devoured this book, while simultaneously trying to savor each and every word.
It had felt as if he’d found his heart. That heart that he’d stashed away somewhere long ago, in the service of his family, suddenly, it was his again. As alive and beating as it once had been.
Or maybe it had felt as if she’d found his heart. Dug it out of its secret evil sorcerer hiding place, only she wasn’t on a quest to kill him with a dagger through it, she was holding it in gentle, wondering hands.
I absolutely loved Damien! He comes across as so merciless and cold, but underneath that titanium veneer beats a heart that longs for someone that can see his heart, that can fill his life with sweetness. I loved how he cared for his family, doing everything he can to make sure they had good lives. He is so sexy and bossy and just swoon-worthy!
“I can reach for you,” she said. “If I’m lucky and I stretch far enough, I can actually touch you for a while. But it’s never even occurred to me that I can hold on. So many things have slipped through my fingers.”
Jasmin was very sweet. A woman who had lost everything. When she originally met Damien she believed the worst of him because she was too afraid to hope that she had found someone who could be hers. She was too afraid of losing another person she loved. But I liked that this time she fought with Damien, and she fought for him.
“Every breath you take is explode-my-head hot,” he said, nestling her hips against his. “When I’m around you, there’s this part of me that feels like an animal, all the time.”
The romance in this book was PERFECTION. I loved seeing these two circling each other, not knowing that what they felt was reciprocated, and watching them discover this was wonderful. The sexy times was sexy and so damn hot!!
I just loved Damien’s family. The grumpy old grandfather, the sneaky old aunt, the wonderful banter between the cousins. There is such beauty in this family, their closeness and love for each other.
“You make me feel whole,” he said. “I told you. You make my heart beat. It’s as if all that great empty spot inside me…you fill it up with something sweet, just for me.”
This is my kind of romance. A book so romantic and sweet and passionate that it transports you to a world you wished you lived in. I love that that one night they had six months ago meant so much to both of them that Damien wasn’t a manwhore who slept with a bunch of women after Jasmine.
I love this author’s beautiful writing, her books are the sweetest and most romantic books I have ever read. A definite must read for all romance lovers who likes their romance sweet and so very romantic!


” He’s that star in the sky that you wish for but you know you can never catch.”
He checked a tiny second. Not too long, he didn’t think. He just had to stop his heart beating, had to put that damn organ back away, buried under some great tree in an ancient forest, where she couldn’t get at it. It hurt, putting it back. The hole for it felt dark and damp.
A child being stuffed into a closet when all the other kids were opening their presents.
His lips brushed her cheeks, the corner of her lips, his body rubbing subtly against hers. There and gone. His breath passed lightly over her lips as he shifted to her other cheek. A gentle, teasing test of skin to skin, lips brushing down to the corners of hers again.
She closed her eyes, lifting towards him, bringing her fingers to his shoulders. Broad, strong shoulders. Fine, pressed cotton.
His lips, closing over hers. Firm and sure and sweet and hungry.
But not pushy. Not demanding. Not taking her over. Come. Come dream with me.
He’d kissed her like this that night on the terrace in New York, only a little more certain, a little more wondering, a little less in check.
I’m sorry. She went up on tiptoe, into the kiss. I’m sorry I made you afraid to believe in this again.
"It would have been like believing in magic, to believe in you," she said suddenly.
"Yes." His breath released roughly. "I know exactly what you mean."
"In the morning. At night, it's easier to believe in dreams."