The Betrayed Trilogy, Book Two

He's not who he says he is...but neither is she...

Wealthy, privileged, the product of too much money and too little responsibility, Ash Lancaster routinely pretends he's someone else so he'll be valued for more than his bank accounts.

Talented, beautiful, tormented by a past choice she deeply regrets, jewelry designer Arianna Sorensen guards her heart and her privacy from the outside world.

When Arianna and Ash meet, the passion is real, though the rest may not be. She thinks he's a motorcycle-riding photojournalist with nothing but a camera and two saddlebags to his name. He thinks she's a blue-blooded, orphaned sophisticate with a fat trust fund.

However, lies have a way of catching up and causing their own damage. Fate forces Ash to perform the first selfless act of his life to protect Arianna from being blackmailed about her past. The price? He must walk away and forget about her. Two years later, the threat is gone and Ash returns, determined to win back the woman he's never forgotten and even more determined to get her to admit what she's been hiding. He reveals his true identity and pledges a future built on trust and honesty. But Ash expects the truth from her, too. Can Arianna open up to him when the last thirteen years have been built on a lie? And if she doesn't, will she risk losing him again--this time for good?

The Betrayed Trilogy:
Pieces of You, Book One
Secrets of You, Book Two
What's Left of Her, a novella, Book Three

Twelve days before the wedding...

She loved to watch him sleep. There was something about his quiet breath filling the air, circling her, pulling her in and making her safe. She hadn't felt safe since she was twelve years old, but with Ash, everything was different. She was different. The past fell away and she could almost pretend it had never happened.

Ash Revelin had sauntered into her life eighty-nine days ago, carrying a backpack and a camera, his gaze intent, leveled on her. She'd never known a photojournalist but if she had to imagine what kind of person would climb a mountain for the perfect shot, she'd picture Ash. When he spoke of his work, his voice filled with the same passion it did when they made love--fierce, bold, consuming.

They belonged together and the fact that she'd owned shoes longer than she'd known him made no difference. In twelve days, she was going to marry him. If only Quinn would relax and stop playing the suspicious brother. He wasn't even her brother, but he was the closest she'd had to family in too many years. Why did he have to be so cynical? Ash was nothing like the other men she'd known who told lies and far too many tales in the name of supposed love and forever-afters.

This man was going to be her husband, and Quinn had better get used to the idea.