Title: A BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE
Genre: Contemporary NA Romance
Word Count: 90,000
A captive girl learns to see the prince inside the beast in A BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE; a figurative and contemporary retelling of BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.
Although Angelina has just graduated high school, she has an honorary PhD in stoicism. With suppressed memories of the loss of her twin demanding to resurface, Angelina's set on finding an empty, distracting job. So when she meets a passion-exuding man right before a critical job interview, she flees from his kiss without so much as a “We’ll be in touch.”
If Angelina thought her day couldn't get any crazier, finding herself running from a stranger who knows her name certainly tops it off. Waking up on Haithem's yacht... now that takes the whole damn bakery. He claims it's a misunderstanding, but sending her home becomes trickier when Angelina's temper flares. Her threats fall on the ears of Haithem's father, a powerful tyrant - sorry tycoon, who sees Angelina as a threat. Haithem's solution to protect Angelina may just be the one thing that could destroy her; keeping her forever.
With nothing to hold her memories at bay, blissful distraction beckons in the form of Haithem's tantalising body. That's if he will get off his moral high horse long enough to let her have it. When the walls begin to cave on Angelina, Haithem offers something she had not believed existed - understanding. As Haithem's facade of indifference slips, Angelina aims her sails for his 'west wing'; his closely guarded heart. But when opportunity arises Angelina must decide what she is really prepared to sacrifice for love...
The fabric of my skirt suit felt damp against my skin. Sweaty armpits were something I would rather do without forty-five minutes before a job interview.
Just concentrate Angelina!
I slid the jacket from my shoulders and draped it over the back of the cafe chair. The laptop sat open on the table taunting me with its interview questions. I took a breath attempting to focus on what I was there for, and not the gossiping mothers in front of me, or the sweet, rich air that promised yet more coffee and maybe even a pastry... I shook my head slightly and focused.
What are my weaknesses?
The air puffed back out of my lips and I tapped my finger on the mouse pad. China clinked on glass. I looked up in time to see the waitress turn around after dumping my overfilled Cappuccino on the tabletop. Brown foam oozed over the full rim. With a sigh I picked up the messy coffee, and inhaled deeply savouring that perfect first sip smell.
My gaze drifted from the cup of steaming goodness in my hands. Huge dark brown eyes collided with mine. I blinked. They did not move on. They did not look past me. If anything they focused in. Like a hook sinking into something inside me, they tugged at me gently like a fish. His large body straightened, turning ever so slightly towards me. Breath rushed from my chest. People moved around him, but he stood fast.