No Good Deed, our first novel is now available to buy, through our publisher Rooster and Pig
Raised by an over-bearing and demanding father, Scott Owen leaves London and returns to Cardiff to take over the family business after his father is taken ill. He encounters a thief in his office who is in fact, his father's executive assistant, Connor Murphy who claims he is trying to retrieve what is rightfully his. Intrigued by his father's hold over Connor, Scott sets out to discover the mysterious secret.
He learns there is more to the young man than meets the eye. Connor accompanies Scott on a business trip to Cornwall, near his family home. Desperate to preserve his ancestral home and right a childhood mistake, Connor offers himself in exchange for the land and accepts Scott's terms. They must work together to overcome the evil figure from Connor's past who threatens to destroy their lives.
Here's a sample from chapter one:The snowy conditions made the thirty-minute drive to the office a nightmare. Even the luxury and safety features afforded him by the top-of-the-range Jeep could not compete with the worsening weather. Hunched forward, Scott squinted through the screen. Snow now covered all the signs and narrowed the usable road surface to a single lane. Thankfully, this part of Cardiff was well lit at night and not too busy. He turned on to Greyfriars Road and the Capital Tower complex loomed ahead. By the time he arrived, Scott had the start of a tension headache and he wasn’t in the best of moods.
The moment he stopped, Peter Hall, his head of Security, opened the door and held an umbrella over his head.
“What can you tell me?” Scott demanded as they trudged through the snow towards the main entrance of Owen Development.
“It’s a bit awkward, sir. The man we detained is Connor Murphy, Mr. Owen Senior’s personal assistant.” Peter held the door open.
Stunned by the revelation, Scott’s footsteps faltered momentarily. Damn! The old man would have a fit. Once inside, a welcome blast of warm air beat back the cold. Scott brushed the melting snowflakes from his clothes and rubbed his hands together to warm them.
“Are you sure there’s no mistake?” Scott needed to be certain. His father was ill and didn’t need the additional stress of finding out his personal assistant had tried to steal from him. It was no secret that his father protected Connor to the point of obsession.
“No, sir, I’m afraid not. We caught him red-handed.”
Peter pushed the ‘up’ button for the lift and stepped back as the doors opened to allow Scott to enter first. A few moments later, they arrived on the fifteenth floor. Exiting the lift, Scott could see the heavily carved, double oak doors to the executive suite stood open.
“Have you contacted my father?”
“No, sir. I'm your head of security now, although I did consider it."
I bet you did, Scott thought uncharitably.
“Where is Murphy? Have you questioned him?” Scott asked as they continued towards the office suite.
“No, sir. He’s been restrained in your office.”
Scott paused, eager for a first glimpse of his father’s personal assistant. He eased the door open slightly and peered through the gap. Scott’s breath caught in his lungs. If ever an image inspired instant lust, Scott was looking right at it. For some strange reason, he’d always shied away from blonds, but not this one, it seemed. Connor Murphy pushed all his buttons. Young and fit, though most of the man's upper body was hidden beneath the bulky hoody. High cheekbones, neat nose, and full red lips. Oblivious to the appraisal, the object of Scott's lustful thoughts hunched forward in a guest chair, elbows on his knees, bound wrists dangling between his spread thighs.
“Okay, Peter. I’ll take it from here. Turn off the monitors in my office.” His father valued his own privacy, although he had no qualms about monitoring others.
“Yes, sir, right away.”