The King’s Quinn
Stand Alone
Quinn Sharpe has everything figured out—except love.
As a single guardian to her young niece and nephew, Quinn channels all her energy into building her catering business and keeping her late brother's restaurant afloat. She's made peace with sacrifice. She's accepted that romance isn't in the cards for her.
Then a mysterious man literally crashes into her life.
Jasper King should be untouchable. The reclusive billionaire heir disappeared from public life three years ago, and for good reason. Paralyzed by a mysterious illness and trapped by those who claim to protect him, he's desperate to reclaim his autonomy. When Quinn discovers him in her van, every instinct tells her to call the police and collect the reward.
She should walk away. She should forget he exists.
But Jasper isn't the broken man she expects to find. And Quinn isn't the temporary refuge he bargained for.
As their connection ignites into something neither of them can deny, Quinn faces an impossible choice: surrender to the magnetic pull between them, or protect herself from a man whose world is built on secrets and lies.
In a game where love is the ultimate risk, can Quinn afford to play?
The gala had been the perfect time to get out of the manor and away from my overbearing staff. I’d spent weeks planning this escape, and I knew this would be the best option. Everyone’s attention was focused elsewhere, giving Nigel and me the perfect opportunity to get out undetected.
Even in the midst of my excitement, my eyes slid shut, fatigue creeping over me like an undetected wave in the ocean. Another symptom of my condition. Bone-deep exhaustion that was present even if I did nothing. Some days, it was almost impossible to get out of bed.
I don’t know how long I was sleeping, but the back doors finally opened and then a feminine scream followed. Once again, I was bathed in darkness as the door slammed shut.
“What the hell?” I murmured groggily. “Nigel?”
I tried to blink the sleep out of my eyes as I struggled to sit up from the containers.
The doors opened once again and instead of seeing the familiar man, a woman that I didn’t recognize was standing there, looking as if she’d just caught sight of a serial killer. She let out another shriek and I squinted my eyes, trying to get my bearings and somehow make sense of it all. What in the world was happening?
“Hey! Did you hear me?” she questioned wearily. She kept her distance, and I imagine if she’d had a stick, she would’ve used it to poke me. “What are you doing in my truck?!”
I looked her over quickly, wondering whether I was hallucinating or maybe having some sort of odd dream. The soft light from behind her gave her dark brown skin an ethereal glow. Long, thick plaits fell around her shoulders. She was beautiful. But she wasn’t Nigel by any means, which was a major problem. Panic clawed at my insides as I glanced behind her, hoping to see my caregiver standing there. But he wasn’t.
“Who are you? Where’s Nigel?” I finally asked.
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