Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Sullivan Black
Powerful. Confident.
Sully Black is a highly sought-after corporate solicitor with ties to a dangerous world…one he cannot escape.
One he never wanted to be free of until it threatened to destroy something he never thought he would have.
Love.
Autumn Briggs
A woman visiting Scotland, hoping the shadows in her life dissipate, gone forever by the time she returns home to Canada.
When an unexpected storm brings the two strangers together in a small cabin, another tempest occurs. One filled with emotions, passion, and talks of forever.
She captivates him.
He fascinates her.
When the outside storm passes and reality sets in, will their new love withstand the pressures of their worlds colliding?
Can she accept the light and the dark?
Can he protect her from her past?
Is forever just a word—or their new way of life?
Author's Note: If you are looking for a later-in-life vacation fling that becomes so much more, a forced-proximity slow burn with just-one-bed tension, a touch-her-and-die hero who will cross oceans to keep her safe, and a love story that proves distance is no match for forever — Sullivan is the book you've been waiting for
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CHAPTER ONE
SULLY
Isat back, running a hand over my weary face. I scratched my signature on the final document, calling for my assistant. Lloyd came in and held out his hand for the pile of papers, which I gratefully handed over.
“Done,” I said with a slight grimace, my head aching. “I need this filed first thing.”
“What you need is a break.”
I laughed dryly. “I have ten more pressing matters to look after.”
He shook his head. “All of which can wait until next week. I’m serious, Sully. You look like the walking dead. You need a few days off.” He paused. “I might have cleared your calendar for Friday. You’re free until Monday.”
I stared at him. “What?”
He crossed his arms, glaring. “I like this job, thank you very much. I don’t want my boss keeling over from exhaustion and stress. I did some creative time management and got you free. You’re welcome.” He met my eyes, not at all worried. “You need the break.”
He turned to leave. “And I booked you a seat on the last train to Lachlan. I suggest you be on it.”
He left, shutting the door behind him before I could protest.
I had half a mind to shout after him and tell him he was fired. But the remaining, functioning part of my brain told me to shut up. Lloyd was an amazing assistant. He handled me and my schedule flawlessly. If he rearranged things, I knew it had been done correctly and no one would suffer because of it.
And the honest truth was, he was correct. I needed a few days’ break. Time to clear my head. The firm I worked for was extremely successful—and incredibly busy. I was part of the corporate group, and I was constantly in demand. This last case had been a twisted mess of personal and business mixed together, many clients and solicitors involved, heated arguments and incorrect assumptions and documents to be sorted. It had taken us weeks to unravel the threads that wove them together and present a solution that was fair to all involved.
Lesson learned to many—don’t try to handle your own legal documents and businesses. Leave it to the professionals.
I sat back, scrubbing my face. I glanced out the window at the gray light settling over Edinburgh. The small village of Lachlan was quaint, charming—and secluded. I had been given a small cottage on the outskirts of the village by my aunt Roisin. Her son, Niall, knew about it and was happy for me to have it since he resided in Canada. He had used it a couple of times when he and his wife had come to see Roisin and wanted a few days’ privacy. My other cousin, Finn, had been once, but he preferred visiting Dublin and staying in one of the hotels he owned in the city. I always enjoyed it there as well, but the tranquility and privacy of the small stone cottage was a draw when I was run-down and depleted.
I had done some renovations after acquiring the cottage. Added a larger conservatory to the side and extended the back of the building, making a bigger bedroom and bath. The original cottage’s bedroom was so small, it had only held a double bed. And at six three, I found it impossible to get comfortable in a bed that minute. I had made a few other upgrades but left the exterior the same, other than adding a slightly wider porch. I enjoyed sitting outside, staring at the endless water in front of the cottage.