Annie West

Emotion. Excitement. Passion.

USA Today Best Selling Author
"This is what a love story should be." - RT Book Reviews

A VOW TO SECURE HIS LEGACY

One Night With Consequences

“Marry me. This week.” 

After losing her mother, Imogen Holgate believes she’s living on borrowed time with the same terminal illness. So the cautious accountant blows all her savings on a once-in-a-lifetime trip around the world, where she meets sexy Parisian Thierry Girard. But after two steamy weeks there are permanent consequences to their temporary affair…

Now with more than herself to think about, Imogen turns to Thierry to help, but the last thing she expected was for him to imprison her with a gold ring!

Read an Excerpt Behind the Book

Reviews

“A heart-warming romance full of humor, emotion, and passion, A Vow to Secure His Legacy was a thing of grace and charm. Annie West is an author who continuously pours her heart and soul into her books and her readers feel that in every single page and this is the perfect book to start 2016 with a bang. ”  ~ Lucy, GoodReads

“a sophisticated, stunning portrayal of romance in its most magical state… Set in fabulous locales with picturesque descriptions, memorable scenes and characters that grab you instantly, this book packs all the right punches and you won’t want to put it down until you turn the last page!” ~ Amanda at Amanda Writes 

“a sexy yet heartwarming romance” ~ LollyR, Amazon

“I devoured this book in two days, and I will definitely read it again” ~ Devika F, Amazon

“one not to be missed I highly recommend this story especially for readers who love to fall in love.” ~ Helen S, Amazon

Excerpt

‘Are you going to tell me the truth now?’

‘The truth?’ The words sounded like a foreign language. Imogen stared at that firm mouth, the sensuous bottom lip, the taut line it formed when he stopped speaking. ‘What do you mean?’

It was all she could do not to sway as she stood, bereft of his touch, still feeling his body imprinted on hers. She bit her lip, silencing the futile plea that he gather her close again.

She wanted Thierry. Wanted the comfort of him holding her, the taste of him — cognac and that bitter chocolate tang that was unique to Thierry. She wanted to be naked with him, losing herself to ecstasy.

But he looked distant, even standing so near. His eyes were unreadable, his face taut, prouder, harder than she remembered it. Suspicious.

‘What don’t want me to know? You’re not telling me the truth.’

Imogen jerked back an unsteady step. Her heart thumped harder. ‘I know the pregnancy is a surprise, but it’s real. You heard the doctor.’ Pride came to her aid, stiffening her backbone. ‘Or is it the idea you’re the father that you doubt?’

Had she really believed he’d take her word it was his? She pulled her arms across her chest, holding in the welling hurt.

Slowly he shook his head, his piercing gaze never leaving her face. ‘It’s not that. There’s something more. Something you’re hiding. I won’t do anything until I know what it is.’

That powerful jaw took on an obstinate cast as he crossed his arms across his chest, reinforcing that aura of tough masculine strength despite his suavely tailored jacket. His lips thinned and his nostrils flared.

He looked intimidating. Not like the easy lover she remembered, or the passionate man of seconds ago. There was passion still, but something formidable too.

‘You’re reneging on what you said? You won’t step in if something…happens to me?’ Fear clutched. She wasn’t even sure if she could carry this child to term but she had to believe she could. And she had to believe there’d be someone to care for it when she was gone.

‘Hey.’ His voice was soothing, his fleeting touch on her arm gentle. ‘Don’t get worked up. All I want is the truth. Surely I’m entitled to that.’

‘You have the truth. The baby is yours.’

He stood silent, his scrutiny like a weight pushing her down.

She spun away, turning to the windows, vaguely aware of the lights of Paris beyond. Once, a few weeks ago, she’d have revelled in being here, seeing this. Now she felt terrified, scared not so much for herself as for her baby. Despair hovered in the shadows at the corner of her vision, ready to pounce if she let her guard down.

‘I can’t help unless you tell me what’s troubling you.’

She pivoted towards him. ‘Help?’ She’d wondered if he was looking for an excuse to wriggle out of that.

‘I said I would and I’m a man of my word.’ He spoke with such authority she couldn’t help but believe him.

Imogen hadn’t wanted to tell him too soon, scared the knowledge he’d definitely be responsible for their child might frighten him off. Yet surely he deserved to know? The sooner he came to grips with what was to come the better.

‘Whatever it is, I’m sure it’ll be okay.’

A laugh ripped from Imogen’s throat. The sound scared her – so raw and guttural. It betrayed the fact she clung to calm by the skin of her teeth.

Thierry’s dark eyebrows shot up, his gaze interrogative.

‘It won’t be okay, that’s the problem.’ Her voice was harsh and raspy. She cleared her throat. ‘I’m not going to be a mother and I’m not going to know my child.’ Pain settled like a lump of cold metal in her stomach, its chill paralysing. ‘I’m dying.’

Behind The Book

For quite a few years I knew I wanted to write a book about a heroine who believed she was dying. I was fascinated by how that knowledge might change her behaviour and what she might decide to do with her remaining months. Would she withdraw into herself? Fall back on the support of family and friends or go out and tick things off her bucket list? Finally, after a year when my own family was challenged with ill health, I worked out how I could write the story and still give my heroine a happy ending.

As Imogen doesn’t have family to support her she decides to make a trip to Europe that ends up changing her life (for the better). Her bucket list includes seeing Iceland and Venice, London and Paris. I didn’t have room for all those travels in the book so I focused on Paris, a city which to so many seems the epitome of romance. Imogen is there to experience new thrills, like driving a convertible around the Arc de Triomphe and go hot air ballooning. The biggest thrill though, comes when she meets the charming, attentive Thierry and indulges in a grand affair. I’ve included below a few of my photos of Paris and of one of the grand chateaus in the Dordogne Region that inspired me as I wrote about Thierry’s home.

I hope you have a ball reading about Imogen and Thierry’s last chance romance!

PHOTOGRAPHIC INSPIRATION
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    Traffic around the Arc de Triomphe
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    View from Chateau de Fenelon
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    Chateau de Fenelon
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    The Seine in Paris