When
Fate Isn’t Enough Synopsis:
Can a
romance that was written in the stars survive real life? Lily Clark and Gavin
Edwards met when their lives collided in a crazy twist of fate. Their
relationship started amidst chaos, fraught with lust, passion, and love.
Building a life together will take more than destiny, especially when ghosts
from their past try to tear them apart.
Needing
a fresh start, Lily decides to escape her life in Washington, DC to join Gavin
in London. Trust and faith have never come easily to Lily. She’ll be put to the
test now that she and Gavin are living under the same roof.
To make
matters worse, trouble finds Lily wherever she goes. She thought she’d rid
herself of her late husband’s demons, but she soon learns that when you make a
deal with the devil, he often comes back to up the ante. Can she learn to let
Gavin in or will she continue to fight her battles alone? Find out what happens
When Fate Isn’t Enough.
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When
Fates Collide:
Excerpt:
After wrapping the
rest of the presents, I build a fire and curl up with my Kindle. Next thing I
know, I’m woken up by my phone.
“I’m so sorry, luv,”
Gavin says. “There was an accident on the motorway. I’m in dead stopped
traffic.”
“Too bad. I’ve been reading
steamy romance novels all night. I’m all revved up with nowhere to go,” I
tease.
“You minx. I could be
hours from home!”
“Want to guess what
I’m wearing?” I look down at Gavin’s beat-up Oxford sweatshirt and a pair his
sweatpants from high school that I found in a closet. They’re huge on me, so I
had to roll the top over a few times. “I’ll give you a hint. It’s very sexy.”
“You realize this is torture, don’t you?”
“You know what’s
torture? Sitting here in this red, lace nightie all by myself. The lace is so
sheer, anyone could walk right in and see every, single part of me.”
“Lil,” he says with a
husky voice.
“I should go put a
robe on and cover myself up, but I’m so hot. I’ve got the fire roaring. How is
it where you are? Is your fire roaring?”
“Oh, God Lily.
“You have to stop or
I’m going to smash up my car.” I can hear the hunger in his voice. When he gets
like that, he’s insatiable. If I want him to make it back in one piece, I’d
better cool it.
Since it’s going to
be a long night, I get up and throw another log on the fire. “Okay. I’ll stop.
I need you to get home safe.”
He audibly exhales.
“Working on it, luv. Working on it,” he grumbles. “Hey, I’ve never asked you.
Do you open presents on Christmas Eve or Christmas morning?”
Nice subject change,
Oxford. “Christmas morning. Doesn’t everyone?” I desperately want to say
something about him opening me as his present, but I refrain.
“We always did on
Christmas Eve,” he answers.
I roll my eyes. “I
didn’t realize Santa made a priority delivery run for the obscenely wealthy.”
“My parents never did
the whole Father Christmas thing.”
I’m gobsmacked. “What? You never believed in Santa
Claus?”
“I think it was far
too whimsical for my parents. Plus, it takes some commitment to keep up the
myth and mystery. They never had that in them. Mason and Hazel did the shopping
for presents.”
I walk to the bar and
pour a glass of wine. “Gavin, that’s just heartbreaking. I believed in Santa
till I was almost eleven. The only reason I stopped was because my parents sat
me down to tell me the truth after I got teased by all my classmates. I was
devastated and wouldn’t leave my room for a week. At one point, I tried to get
on a bus to Canada. I was going to hitchhike to the North Pole to prove them
wrong.”
He laughs. “This
coming from the ‘I’ll believe it when I see it’ girl? Luv, that may be the most
adorable thing I’ve ever heard.”
I know he’s trying to
poke fun, but he’s right. I have no idea how to respond. I was such a naïve,
trusting girl, and I’ve morphed into a jaded, hard woman who keeps everyone at
arm’s length.
“Shall we open
presents tonight or tomorrow?” I ask to change the subject.
“At this rate, I
won’t get there until New Year’s, so it won’t make much difference.”
“Don’t be silly! Just
tell me where you hid my present, and I’ll open it tomorrow morning. It’s
important to keep with tradition,” I tease. I walk over to the desk and start
looking in the drawers.
“Stop snooping. Your
present is with me, so you’re out of luck, luv.”
“Fine,” I growl,
abandoning my search. “Hurry up then. I made dinner!”
“You? Made dinner?”
“Yup,” I say, walking
to the kitchen to stir the stew. “Try not to sound too shocked.”
“Just so you know,
there’s a fire extinguisher right next to the stove. The emergency number in England
is 999. When the kitchen catches fire, call 999 right away, as the fire brigade
is a ways away.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. I won’t
burn down your house.”
“Try to remember it’s
been around for six generations. It’s an albatross to me sometimes, but I’m not
sure I want to torch the place.”
I walk back to the
study and curl up on the sofa. “Have some faith. Anyway, the ghosts won’t let
me burn it down if I tried,” I insist.
“Too right! Oh,
traffic is moving. Maybe there is hope for me to deliver your presents tonight
after all.”
“I’m going to get
back to my book then. I’m in the middle of a steamy scene where he’s …
delivering his package.”
“You naughty, naughty
girl. You’ve given me lots to think about for the rest of my drive. Cheers.”
When Fates Align, the third book in the WHEN FATES COLLIDE trilogy is
available for preorder.
Isabelle Richards Bio:
Isabelle
Richards spent years as a speech writer before tackling fiction. An avid reader
of all genres, Isabelle is drawn to romance novels as they provide an escape
from daily life. Through her complex cast of characters, Isabelle
creates a sanctuary for readers to dive into for a break from reality.
When she is not writing, Isabelle works as an advocate for persons with
disabilities in Washington, DC. Her two yellow labs are her writing partners,
although they frequently sleep on the job.
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