Title: A Collateral Attraction
Author: Liz Durano
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amberâs PR
Identical twins, Billie and Blythe Delphine, used to be closeâuntil a misunderstanding tore them apart.
Years later, in an attempt at reconciliation, Billie joins Blythe in New York for a vacation. But their reunion is cut short when the twins are caught in a battle between two brothers, Ethan and Heath Kheiron, fighting over control of the family fortune. To make matters worse, Blythe runs off with Ethan just as Billie learns that her sisterâs about to be accused of a crime she knows Blythe did not commit.
To find her, Billie will need to work with the one man Blythe blames for all of Ethanâs troubles, Heath Kheiron.
But even as Billie finds herself thrust into the world of money, not even the most extravagant shopping sprees and private island retreats can hide the years of unresolved differences between the twins, or the decades of lies that have left the Kheiron family divided. And as Billie and Heath fight the growing attraction between them, they know thereâs another player in the game who wants it all, and until the twins and the brothers settle their differences, theyâre all in danger.
Will Billie reach her sister in time and get them both out of harmâs way? Or will sheâand her heartâbe collateral damage in a dangerous game where anyone is expendable?
Though Liz studied journalism in college, she discovered that she preferred writing romantic fiction over news and ad copy. She lives in Southern California with her family where she spends her days writing, chasing after her 6-year old, and stepping over Legos.
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While Blythe is in the back room having her dress fitted to her measurements, Iâm enjoying my second glass of wine when the front doors burst open, and a man strides in. Heâs dressed in an immaculately tailored suit that canât hide a broad chest and slim waist, his long strides emphasizing muscled thighs and long legs. Heâs like a Greek god with dark hair and piercing steel blue-gray eyes, a strong jaw and full lips, and the way he moves reminds me of a panther, smooth and stealthy. â¨The wine has probably made me act bolder than I usually am, though when his gaze sweeps across the room and our eyes meet, my confidence falters. I look down into my glass, suddenly wishing Iâm invisible, not that it helps, for heâs seen me and now heâs striding purposefully towards me.â¨One of the employees, a young woman with a pixie hair cut that reminds me of Twiggy, meets him halfway. âMay I help you, sir?â
âIâm here to speak to her,â he says, pointing his finger at me. I look up at him, startled. Me?
Do I know him? I struggle to remember if Iâve seen him before, maybe someone Blythe introduced me to sometime between my arrival and right now, but I come up empty.
âIâm sorry, sir, but weâre in the middle of a private event, and Iâll have to ask you to leave,â the young woman says, and just like that, I swear the temperature in the room turns cold as his gaze sweeps along the length of her.
âObviously youâre new. Do you know who I am?â Before she can answer, Alicia appears next to her, smiling sweetly.
âMister Kheiron! I didnât expect to see you here today.â
âAlicia, how are you?â
âIâm well, thank you for asking. I sincerely apologize for this young ladyâs manners. Amelie is new, you see, and isnât yet familiar with our regular clients. In fact, Blythe recommended her, âAlicia says, before turning to face the young woman, whoâs just turned white as sheet. â
âShouldnât you be stocking inventory?â
As Amelie scurries to the back room, the man walks past Alicia and continues to make his way towards me. I set my wine glass on the coffee table and stand up. Based on mean he is, this must be the infamous Heath Kheiron. Then I wonder if weâve overcharged the Gold Card by mistake. â¨As he stops in front of me, I smell his cologne and my nostrils flare, the hairs at the back of my arms standing on end. Even my belly tightens. Citrusy with a hint of spice.
âWhere is he?â he asks, his voice cold and deep.â¨I glance around, as if confirming that he is talking to me.
âDonât âwhoâ me,â he says through gritted teeth as he draws closer.
âWhere is Ethan?â
âI donât know,â I stammer, confused and not understanding his anger.
âWeâre meeting him for dinner-â
âWhen you see him, tell him to call me,â he says just as the realization hits me.
He thinks Iâm Blythe!â¨âNo, wait! Youâre wrong! Iâm not Blythe! Iâm-â
âYeah, right,â he scoffs, grabbing my wrist, and this time his voice lowers as he addresses me.
âTell Ethan to give back what he stole, or Iâm making sure that everything will be taken away from him â his spending accounts, his access to company properties,â he pauses, lifting an eyebrow as he looks at me.
âEven you, Blythe.ââ¨ The way he looks at me makes me wither inside. Itâs cold and demoralizing, like heâs appraised me from behind his blue-gray eyes and I came up short.
âFor your information, mister,â I say as I yank my wrist away from him, âI am not a thing.ââ¨Heath eyes me, as if surprised that I actually can speak, and then he chuckles, as if I just said something funny.
âYouâre not a thing, is that it? Youâre not this thing for my brother to dress up and primp like some doll on display â like heâs doing now?â
He bites his lower lip, and shakes his head, as if heâs the one whoâs perplexed. But clearly, by the words that follow, heâs not. âItâs time to wake up and smell the roses, dear Blythe, because as far as Iâm concerned, thatâs exactly what you are to me â a thing. Now where is Ethan?â
This time, Iâm too shocked to say anything back, but Alicia comes to my rescue.â¨âI need you to leave, Mister Kheiron. This behavior is inexcusable.â
âDonât worry. Iâm done here, Alicia,â Heath says before turning his attention back to me.
âTell Ethan heâs got till tomorrow to explain himself, or heâs going to end up with a bigger problem in his hands â and I believe you know what Iâm talking about, Blythe. And tell him that once I notify the board of whatâs been happening, heâll have nothing to his name â nothing. Neither will you.â
âMister Kheiron!â Aliciaâs voice is shrill now and two men in dark suits seem to magically appear next to her.
âGood day, Alicia,â Heath says, nodding his head curtly, before turning to address me, the bow of his head mocking me.
âAnd you, too, Blythe. Enjoy your shopping spree.ââ¨ I canât even say anything back at him, not when the way he looks at me decimates me into someone who clearly is not worth anything in his eyes. I feel Aliciaâs hand rest on my arm as Heath turns away and walks out of the store. â¨âIâm so sorry, dear,â Alicia says.
âAre you alright?ââ¨I nod.
âI guess when tycoons have a bad day, they really do have a bad day, donât they?â