Blackstone Dynasty

The very first time I saw Brooke at the coffee shop, I couldn't take my eyes off her.Like a stalker, I watched to see where she worked so I could find her again.I don't know how I knew she was someone special, but I did feel it that very first time, without a doubt.It wasn't until our paths crossed a second time and she spoke to me that my world tilted.Something momentous happened when I heard that lovely British accent come out of her pretty mouth.I don't know why a need to know her gripped me fiercely, but it did.A need greater than anything I'd ever experienced in my busy corporate life at the helm of Blackstone Global Enterprises, making deals with a big line of zeros after the first digit.I soon learned Brooke came from a world completely different from everything I had ever known in the privileged circle of New England high society in which I was raised.I did not care that we came from vastly different worlds and backgrounds.When I discovered we had an old family connection, it became clear that this was so much more than a chance meeting bringing us together in the same space at the same time.It was fate.She was also the very first woman I'd ever met who was completely underwhelmed by my wealth and status.So I made her an offer to redesign my home, because what sane, broke British girl turns down a job that will solve all her financial worries overnight?Thankfully, she didn't turn me down.But fate or not, Brooke wasn't looking for love or anything else she might get from me because she'd learned the hard way just how much damage the wrong guy could do.What started between us as a silly flirtation over a plate of meatballs quickly turned into an all-consuming passion and the obsession to make her mine.Forever.Because I'm going to marry that beautiful girl from England, and she will be mine.-Caleb Blackstone*This work was previously published by Montlake, an imprint of Amazon Publishing, 2016.2nd edition by Raine Miller Romance, 2025.

On the day I turned fifteen years old, I knew I loved James Blakney.There was a look in his eye that told me he'd finally noticed I existed in a realm beyond best-friend's-much-younger-off-limits-don't-even-think-about-it-little-sister.Call it womanly intuition, despite the fact I was barely qualified for being an actual woman at just fifteen-and only in the biological sense-but still, I knew I loved him.What I never expected from him was a proposal of marriage nearly eight years later.I know it's not supposed to be a real marriage, but James is certainly making it feel that way.He's also hiding something from me.But I've hidden the truth from him as well.Lies.So many filthy lies.~Winter Blackstone