After jilting her fiancé at the altar, Becca needs to escape – fast. Fleeing to her honeymoon on her own, there she meets the handsome and generous Jace, who is willing to look after her and is worlds apart from the ex she once loved. But how well does she know Jace Morgan? And is he really all that he seems? Still waters run fascinatingly deep, in this delectable romantic suspense.
View MoreTaking my hand in his, he shuffled up closer to me. “Becca, I remember everything.” Wondering whether this was some kooky dream, I sat further upright. “What do you mean, you remember everything?” “I remember everything.” He smiled. “I remember you; I remember meeting here… everything.” “When did you get your memory back?” I gasped, sitting up straight to face him. “Not long after Liverpool. I was an idiot. I didn’t stay at the wine bar… I went back to the hotel, hoping to find you there, but you’d left. Not knowing at the time what I do now, I figured that life would perhaps move on, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of missing you.” “So what triggered your memory?” “I went home and I found the jewellery that you had left on the bedside table. I wondered what they were, and as I lifted the box and opened it, flashes of the moments I had given them to you started to overtake my mind, and I couldn’t stop the memories from coming back to me.” “Do you only remember when y
Sitting on the bus, I eyed the passengers around me, and for different reasons again, I envied their happy and carefree nature, of being on holiday with loved ones while I was still running away. Brushing off those thoughts, we arrived at the Ocean View Hotel, and I wished I had booked in elsewhere. Originally, in my hasty mind, I had wanted to come right back to the beginning – where everything had started – and basically start all over again. But now, looking at the hotel, it reeked of everything Jace-related, and I wasn’t sure whether this was the best place to have come back to. “Mrs. Morgan!” the voice called out as I exited the bus and went to locate my suitcase. My attention averted to a female member of the hotel staff, bursting through the crowd of people, and heading in my direction. “John!” she called out to a porter who was nearby, while clicking her fingers and pointing in the direction of my luggage. “Why didn’t you tell us that you were arriving today? You shou
After Kelly had gotten me home at lightning speed, I raced up the stairs to pack a suitcase. I had to get out for a while – I had to go and clear my head and figure out what steps to take next in life. Bundling my clothes into a suitcase and my passport into my hand luggage, I booked a flight and then a taxi to the airport from my phone. I had to figure out whether I wanted to be around Jace at all, especially after what I had found out today. Was he ever going to tell me that he had a child? Or was I going to continue to play the oblivious wife? I wasn’t about to put up with it anymore, so with Kelly firing a million and one questions in my direction about where I was going and what she was going to tell our parents, I landed my packed suitcase in the hallway and got hold of the notepad and pen that was next to the telephone. “This is the hotel that I’m going to be staying at, if you need me, because I’ll be switching my mobile phone off,” I explained, scribbling down the na
As we arrived at the church, reams of people stood outside of the doors, as the hearse was waiting with the coffin. As much as I had other matters on my mind, I hated funerals. The sombre and thick atmosphere of sadness was never nice to be a part of, and I hoped it would be over soon. Exiting the vehicle with Kelly in tow, she met me at my side of the car and gave me a smile and nod of encouragement. Taking a deep breath, we moved toward the entrance of the church, through the crowd of people that were waiting to go in. Seeing Jace in the distance, he was talking to someone he knew, and before I had chance to approach him, the church doors were opened and we were all ushered inside. Once inside the church, I took a look around and spotted Cassandra and Fiona sat at one pew with their husbands. Taking Kelly with me, as luckily they knew each other from mine and Jace’s wedding, I sat next to them as the dulled organ music softly played out around us. “Becca,” Cassandra greeted
Saying goodbye to them both, Kelly got Jacob ready, and then proceeded to leave the house, telling me she would be back shortly. Relishing in the peace and quiet of the house, I made my way into the living room and slumped down on the sofa. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I looked at it in my hands, and noticed that there were no new text messages from Jace. Something about that hurt my heart, yet what was I expecting? He knew I didn’t want to speak to him, but a part of me wanted to hear something from him. Something to tell me that he did really care for me. There was nothing. Thinking back to leaving him the night before, I wondered where him and his ‘newfound freedom’ had ended up. Me practically dumping him in the middle of a wine bar, had probably given a lot of the ladies in there the green light to have a shot at being with him. Or perhaps he had ended up in a strip club? And the stripper had wondered whether all of her Christmases had come at once, when he had wal
In the middle of the night, sat with my parents and sister, nursing a cup of tea, I poured my heart out to them about everything that had happened. They thought it was strange that I had gone quiet on them, but not wanting to disturb me as they thought I was aiding Jace’s recovery, they had given me the space that they thought I had needed at the time. “So he’s in Liverpool?” my sister asked, sitting back in shock of everything that I had told them. “And his brother is dead? All because of a hitman that he messed with in prison?” my mum was the next to ask, trying to process all of the information I had given her. “Bloody hell,” my dad remarked – and that summed it up perfectly. “Does he not remember any of us?” Kelly asked, sipping her own cup of tea. “No,” I sadly replied, shaking my head. “I’ve given up, because he seems to want this new lease of life that I’m not a part of, and something about him has changed. Maybe not for the worst in his world, but I don’t have a pla
Leaving Jace not knowing what to do with himself, I sped out of the wine bar and along the street like my life depended on it. I couldn’t be around him any longer, and feeling the upset take over, my hand clung to the bottom of my belly as I sobbed with every step I took. Stopping on the pavement, I suddenly realised that I didn’t know where the heck I was. I wasn’t exactly a local, and realising that I had nothing back at the hotel for me to collect, I decided to head to the train station. Luckily, as the streetlights and traffic lit my path, it was signposted to get there, and Jace could have the car back. I wanted nothing more from him. I’d had more than enough. Being thankful that I had money on me and the last train hadn’t left yet, I paid for a one way ticket back to London, and debated whether to return to Liverpool ever again. I used to like the city, but now it was tainted with memories of what Jace had been put through. While a treacherous part of my heart called out
Seeing the vacant expression on his face as he lost himself in thought, even though I had been angry for good reason, I hoped I hadn’t said too much to break his spirit. I loved this man, and that is where the majority of my passion for him stemmed from. No matter what had occurred in the past, I wanted him to be okay, and not to be mentally berating himself for things that were not his fault. “As sad as this time may be for you, you need to start a new chapter in your life,” I began, getting up to go and seat myself beside him. Reaching out, I lay my hand on his. “You weren’t to know anything of what has come to pass, and instead of focusing on any of the bad things, by all means, remember what good there was, and continue forward in memory of them both.” “You’re right,” he repeated, suddenly looking my way. “I’ve spent so much time laying the blame for everything at my own door, and wondering if I could have done things differently, that I don’t think either of them did. They w
Jace slumped his shoulders, and let out a sigh. I could see how depleted he was, but until I knew the truth, then I couldn’t help him. The truth would hopefully set us both free. “The hit was because of him.” He sighed, sitting back down in exhaustion. “When Drew went to prison, he got cocky with the wrong person.” “In what way?” I lightly asked, sitting next to him once more. “I asked Antonia what had gone on, and she told me everything. At the beginning of all this, the police had no leads to go on, and knowing that this went further, I enlisted her help. Between what you and Antonia told me, I found the paperwork that the private investigators had sent to me, telling me that this led back to his time in prison. But that’s where their information ended.” “Okay…” “So, I enlisted Antonia’s help, and through her and her contacts, she was able to get to the bottom of where this threat was stemming from.” “Tell me the rest, Jace,” I urged. “When Drew was in prison, he got
To have or to hold by Amanda Vint is a suspense-filled romantic comedy that touches the heart. Becca escapes and ditches her fiancée at the altar. She goes to the honeymoon location alone and crosses paths with the gorgeous Jace Morgan. He is rich and generous too. It is a dream come true how Jace dotes on Becca, despite barely knowing each other. But what is his intention for doing so? Are these acts innocent and pure? Or is there ill intent and malice underneath it?