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.
Alexis Clark has just landed a job as an Executive Assistant at one of the most well respected banks in The City of London. It’s a dream come true for a girl that used to wait tables at the neighbourhood pub. And her new boss is definitely something that dreams are made of.
He appears to be just another one of the The City boys. He has the usual credentials of a well-to-do family and a Cambridge degree but somehow she knows that there is so much more to this devastatingly handsome man than meets the eye.
Oliver King seems to be the perfect picture of success. He’s already the head managing director at a surprisingly young age and his client list includes some of the biggest movers and shakers that the financial world has ever seen.
Now they find that the attraction that rages between them has the power to both heal and destroy. But can it save one man from his own personal hell?
Memories were a powerful thing. They could at once set you free or take you prisoner, hold your entire life captive. I think that in the space between birth and death you can have one life, or you can have many. But in order to have many, you also need the strength to end the one that came before. And there lies the tricky part.
When he looked at me, his expression was pained, and for a second it felt like all the turmoil inside him was about to flood out.
No one can deliver an emotionally intense love story quite like L.H. Cosway! King of Hearts is a tale of out-of-control desire, sacrifice and second chances. Her quirky and colorful characters are so genuine that you can’t help but fall in love with them – flaws and all. She makes falling from grace as beautiful as finding the way back – and journey is simply unforgettable…
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“I’m…” I began and then paused, feeling ridiculous. “This is stupid. I never make apologies for who I am or where I come from, but I just feel a bit embarrassed about my flat.”
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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.
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