First love. Second chance. All they have to do is stay alive... Following her father's mysterious death in Singapore, Leah leaves her life in London and returns to the island that was her childhood home. Toran James may have been the boy her fourteen-year-old heart yearned for, but the enigmatic man she meets upon her return is nothing like her memory, and the past holds more secrets than she realised. Was her father's death really an accident? Someone is out to silence Leah - and that someone might be the man she is rapidly falling in love with...again. Fast-paced, action-packed romantic suspense filled with intrigue and sizzling tension - a perfect summer read! * This is the first part of Leah & Toran's story, which continues in Book 2: Tender Treachery - coming soon! EXCERPT: "Quiet!" a voice hissed, as a hand clamped over her mouth and Leah felt herself pressed against a hard, male body. Muscular arms folded around her like a band of iron. She struggled, kicking back with her heels. She heard a sound of annoyance and the hand fell from her mouth for a second. Before she could scream again, a voice she recognised spoke urgently in her ear. "Leah! Leah! It's me!" He let go of her, then strong hands gripped her shoulders and gave her a sharp shake. "Toran?" He glanced around, then moved swiftly, taking her right arm and leading her towards the building. She stumbled beside him, trying to keep up with his long strides, as they headed towards the lifts. "Get in," he said tersely as the lift doors opened. "No." She balked. "Not until you explain what's going on. And what the hell you thought you were doing just now, manhandling me like that." He glanced back the way they had come. "I don't have time to explain now." "Well, I don't care. I want—" "GET. IN." The look on his face scared her. This was not the boy she used to know, but a man who could be dangerous. She stepped into the lift and stood well away from him as the doors swished shut, and the hum of machinery told her they were ascending. "Where are we going?" she demanded. "To the fifteenth floor." He ran a hand through his hair. "Leah, I'm sorry; this wasn't how I planned the evening—" "Oh, really? You mean you don't always attack your dates as soon as you see them? I guess I should be honoured I get that special privilege!" She was angry now - angry at how scared she had been, angry at his strange behaviour, maybe even angry at herself for feeling a thrill of excitement when she had been pressed up against his body. She remembered the way his chest felt and the rough thrust of his thigh against hers, and her face burned. Whatever it was she had expected to feel when she saw Toran again, it wasn't this raw attraction. The lift pinged and the doors slid open. "Come on," he said, putting a hand to her elbow. "No!" Leah pulled her arm away. "I'm not going anywhere until you explain. I've barely been in Singapore twenty-four hours and already I feel like I'm in some bad B-movie. What the hell is going on, Toran? Why did you ask me to meet you last night?" He said impatiently, "Because I wanted to see you, of course." "Don't lie," Leah snapped. "There's more to it than that.