Florist Christa Barnes isn’t sure what is happening when a handsome stranger shows up to her shop looking for diamonds he was told he had available for purchase. After much confusion, she sends him on his way, but immediately calls him back when a courier delivers an unexpected package containing a fortune in uncut diamonds.
Agreeing to dinner, Christa meets with Johan, but their relationship quickly turns from a potential sales partnership to something much more. Johan agrees to help Christa trace who sent her the gemstones as well as sell them at a profit to them both and Christa agrees to explore a sexual dominant/submissive relationship with Johan as they travel to Antwerp to begin unraveling the mystery of who sent Christa the diamonds and why.
I’ll be honest, I was really excited to read this book based on the blurb but struggled to finish. I found the characters to be very unbelievable. The fact that Christa receives millions in gems and just accepts they were meant for her pretty much without question while starting a BDSM romance in the same day with a man she just met was just a bit much for me. The plot was thin and the characters superficial and I couldn’t truly connect with either.
I did enjoy the reveal of who sent the diamonds and why and found that to be a sweet moment, but overall this book just did not do it for me. 3 stars.
A random act of kindness, an amazing chain of events
A random act of kindness years earlier gives rise to an astonishing chain of events. Johan Klaas holds the key to the mystery and he will help her – for a price. Can she trust him? Should she? And what has Christa ever done to deserve such a reward?
Swept from her modest flower shop in England, caught up in the opulent global diamond trade in Antwerp and introduced by her millionaire lover to a sensual world of pain and pleasure, Christa is determined to solve the riddle.
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Anniversary, probably. Or an apology.
From her vantage point in the store room, Christa eyed the customer entering her small shop. Tall, rather better attired than many of the clients who would pop in to grab a bunch of daffodils or a spray of geraniums, the blond-haired stranger paused to peruse a display of bright orange and red marigolds. The arrangement was in celebration of Halloween, not a particularly lucrative festival for a florist as a rule, but Christa took the view that every little bit helps. The man did not select a bouquet, though. Instead, he abandoned the bright array to pick his cautious way through the clutter of scented blooms and approach her counter. He was careful to avoid brushing against her stock, which Christa appreciated. Flowers are delicate creatures, fragile; they do not respond well to careless handling. Not unlike me, she thought, as she stepped out into her shop to greet him.
Christa wiped her damp fingers down the green cotton of her apron and smiled a polite welcome at the man. He was really very attractive, she acknowledged. She might even go so far as to describe him as stunning. The woman on the receiving end of his floral generosity was lucky, indeed.
The object of her attention wore an expensive dark grey overcoat, which did little to conceal the perfection of the tailored black suit and pristine white shirt beneath. His tie was a subtle mix of reds and purples, which put her in mind of moorland heathers, and the brilliant sheen of his black leather shoes had caught her eye as he came through her door. He carried a dark brown briefcase, the small attaché type, and his horn-rimmed glasses gave him an air of wisdom and experience, though he could not have been much more than thirty. Thirty-five at the most. Dark brown and just slightly wavy hair reached almost to his crisp collar, but was expertly styled to ensure it lay smooth and neat against his neck. It was, in Christa’s opinion, just the right length.
She had a thing about grooming, though rarely indulged in much of it herself. There wasn’t much call for cut and blow dries in her line of work, still less manicures or eyelash tinting. Even so, she liked her men to be neat and well turned out – not that this man was hers in any but a business sense, and only then if she could manage to part him from some cash in exchange for a bunch of pretty blooms. He reeked of money, and class, and was just the sort of client she liked to cultivate. She hoped his wife had the good sense to properly appreciate an artfully-crafted bouquet.
“How can I help you?” Christa raised her eyebrows, expectantly. She was taking mental bets on the occasion to be marked, a private game she liked to play, and her money was on an anniversary. She was already mentally appraising her stock of red roses.
“Good morning.” He bowed his head slightly. “I believe you may have items I would like to purchase.”
He had an accent. It was slight, but definitely there. His English, so far, was perfect, though. Christa wondered where he was from.
“Of course. What do you have in mind? Is it for a special occasion, perhaps?” Some customers needed advice on what was appropriate. Christa was always happy to oblige.
“Occasion?” He stressed the first syllable. It sounded divine.
“The flowers? Are they for a special occasion? A birthday, perhaps?”
“Flowers? No, I do not wish to purchase flowers.”
“I see.” Perhaps he had something else in mind. A pot plant, possibly, or maybe just a card. Beyond, that his choices here were limited. “What are you looking for, then? I do have some lovely winter-flowering cyclamen in just now…”
He shook his head and bestowed a slight smile on her. “I am sure they are all quite beautiful, but no. I do not require flowers or plants, thank you. I desire diamonds.”
Christa huffed out a wry snort. “You and me both, sir. I’m sorry, but you need a jewellers’ for that.”
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About the Author:
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.
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