Synopsis
Welcome to the City,
London’s most prestigious square mile, where finance reigns and Oliver King is
a rising prince.
I used to rule the world.
There might be wolves on Wall Street, but there were crocodiles in Canary Wharf. Some of us craved money. Some of us craved power.
I liked money, and power had its advantages, but what I really wanted was to excel, to surpass the men who came before me. I never cared much for love and romance until I met Alexis.
I could feel it the very moment she walked into the interview, with her outspoken charm and vivacious personality. She cast all the others in shadow, made me laugh when life held no humour. Our friendship should have remained professional, but it wasn’t long before the lines started to blur.
You know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men? Well, I never foresaw where my plans would lead, and only in my darkest hour did I finally see the light…
You can have all the money and prestige in the world and still be the poorest man alive. And love, well, I hate to use a tired old cliché, but love can be the thing that truly sets you free.
I used to rule the world.
There might be wolves on Wall Street, but there were crocodiles in Canary Wharf. Some of us craved money. Some of us craved power.
I liked money, and power had its advantages, but what I really wanted was to excel, to surpass the men who came before me. I never cared much for love and romance until I met Alexis.
I could feel it the very moment she walked into the interview, with her outspoken charm and vivacious personality. She cast all the others in shadow, made me laugh when life held no humour. Our friendship should have remained professional, but it wasn’t long before the lines started to blur.
You know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men? Well, I never foresaw where my plans would lead, and only in my darkest hour did I finally see the light…
You can have all the money and prestige in the world and still be the poorest man alive. And love, well, I hate to use a tired old cliché, but love can be the thing that truly sets you free.
4.5 Star Review by Jen Skewes
We first met Oliver King in Hearts of Fire. And while we didn’t know too much about him
there was something about him that intrigued me. I needed to know whey he was so broken. What caused
this man to be so shattered that he was living a life filled with alcohol
and misery.
King of Hearts is Oliver King’s story but it starts from the
beginning. When we first met King in the
prior book we see him as an alcoholic who appears to have no chance of redemption. But this story starts six years ago when King
was a very rich and very powerful man.
He loved the control, and the challenges that he faced in the business
world. Success and power weren’t about
the money for him. He never had time for
a love life until he hired his new assistant Alexis Clark.
Alexis is feisty and full of spunk and by far my favorite
heroine from this autor. I honestly think
I have a girl crush on Alexis. She says
what she wants, most times having no filter at all. But that is what I loved
about her. She is smart and beautiful
and just managed to make me smile. And
that is exactly why King was so taken with her.
They formed a friendship, something that is not the norm for King. But where Alexis was concerned he just could
not help himself. They gradually take
their friendship to the next level but just as things seem to be going good for
the this couple, something happens that completely shatters King and he
runs. And this is where we find out what
happened to King. We see why he has become
of shell of the man he once was and it will completely break your heart. Can Alexis save him from himself? Will she be the one to finally bring back the
King that she fell in love with?
I loved this book so much.
LH Cosway once again did not disappoint. She creates characters that are unique and
stories that are unlike any others that I have read. And this one is no different. This story went from sweet, sexy and happy to
heartbreaking. But in the end Ms. Cosway
put back the pices of my heart and left me smiling. I love the emotions she brings out in
me. To me a sign of a good book is when you
can feel the connection, the love and the passion between the two main characters. And Ms. Cosway nails it every time. When we are in present day and you are
waiting for that moment for King and Alexis to meet again my heart was
pounding. I think I may have been just as
nervous for them as the characters were themselves. I felt the passion and the love even if they didn’t
say it. I felt how much these two belonged together and how much they still loved and needed each other. I wanted so bad for these characters
to get their second chance.
LH Cosway has proved once again what an amazing writer she
is and why she will forever be one of my go to authors. I am looking forward to Karla’s story.
Excerpts
I was lost deep in the Facebook vortex
when the distinct clearing of a male throat caused me to jump and drop my phone
in fright. Glancing up, I found King standing in the doorway, arms crossed and
a curious look on his face. He was back early. Of course he’d come back early.
“Enjoying your lunch?” he said, raising
an eyebrow.
What was that sound, I hear you ask?
Why, it was my heart plopping right out onto the floor and crawling away in
mortification.
“I, eh, uh,” I tried to think of an
excuse but drew a complete and total blank. Finally I went with, “You have a
couch in your bathroom.” Yep, that gem was all mine.
“I do. And you’re in here, why?”
I let out an embarrassed laugh and hung
my head in shame. There really was no excuse for this. It was like, when you
see a giraffe walking by, you’re more than likely at the zoo. This was me
taking liberties plain as day. Wincing, I decided to go with honesty and face
the consequences. “I’m really sorry. I was looking around your office and saw
that you had a couch in your bathroom and that your bathroom is swankier than
any bathroom I’ve ever been in and I just couldn’t help myself.”
Oh God, somebody gag my verbal
diarrhoea, please.
I stared at King. King stared at me.
His expression was indecipherable until he shook his head and let out a gentle
laugh. Then he surprised the shit out of me when he closed the door, stepped
inside and dropped down beside me. He threw his arms up and rested his head in
his hands, kicking his legs out.
“It is quite swanky in here,” he
allowed.
A beat of silence elapsed before I had
to ask, “Am I fired?”
King’s eyes slid to mine as he let out
a long sigh. I thought he might be enjoying making me sweat before he finally
answered, “Luckily for you, I’m in a decidedly good mood today, so no, you’re
not fired. I’d appreciate it, though, if you let me know the next time you feel
like eating lunch in my bathroom. I could have been in here taking a shower,”
he grinned at me before putting on a face of mock horror. “Or God forbid,
having a number two.”
He whispered the words ‘number two’ and
I burst out laughing. I swear, it was the last thing I expected him to say. He
was pretty funny when he wanted to be.
I swiped my fingers over my heart. “Okay,
cross my heart, I’ll give you notice the next time. Number twos are not
something I want to witness.”
He waggled his brow and leaned in a
fraction closer, bumping my shoulder with his. “Ah, but you wouldn’t be adverse
to a shower?”
About the Author
L.H. Cosway has a BA in English
Literature and Greek and Roman Civilisation, and an MA in Postcolonial
Literature. She lives in Dublin city. Her inspiration to write comes from
music. Her favourite things in life include writing stories, vintage clothing,
dark cabaret music, food, musical comedy, and of course, books.
She thinks that imperfect people are the most interesting kind. They tell the best stories.
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LHCosway
She thinks that imperfect people are the most interesting kind. They tell the best stories.
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LHCosway
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