Final Cost
A Billionaire Age Gap Romance
The Winter Trilogy, Book 3
March 11, 2025
Tamsyn is my life. But my tortured past threatens our future…
I own a vast fortune. Yet my life felt worthless until my chance meeting with Tamsyn Scott. She awakened something irresistible inside me that had lain dormant for far too long. So I followed her to Europe, where we indulged in scorching hot pleasure. Then I brought her home to my family estate, Ackerley, because she’s mine and I can’t bear to let her go. Everything seemed perfect.
Until my nightmare past reared its ugly head and ruined it all.
So I pushed Tamsyn away. To keep her safe. Even though it killed me.
Now I’m suspected of a heinous crime. The walls are closing in. My options are limited. But I’m determined to get myself out of this mess, seek redemption and beg her for a second chance. Will it be easy? No. But here’s the thing: she loves me more than she hates me and she’s still mine. We both know nothing will ever change that…
FINAL COST is a billionaire, age-gap romance with a possessive hero and a strong young heroine. It’s the epic conclusion in the brand-new Winter Trilogy. For fans of REBECCA.
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ISBN-13: 9781953157294 • ISBN-10: 1953157297
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“You need to come back to Ackerley,” Lucien says.
I hike up my chin and turn away from the phone, as desperate to put some distance between us as I am to sound like a powerful adult woman rather than some heartbroken waif with no control over her own life and emotions. I’ve got to put some distance between myself and him if I hope to get my life back. “No thanks. I’m safe here.”
Long pause.
Lucien clears his throat. “I don’t think you understand. The paparazzi aren’t going away now that they’ve found you. More of them will come. You’re under siege. Do you really think Mrs. Hooper and her fancy neighbors want you destroying the peace of their quiet Upper East Side street?”
My heart sinks because I hadn’t thought of that. Mrs. Hooper is moving soon. She needs to stage the house and get it listed. She doesn’t need commotion right now. “It’ll die down.”
A disapproving rumble from Lucien. “You’re deluded. You’re not used to this kind of thing, but the press will be all over the story for the duration. That’s why you need to come back to Ackerley where I can keep you safe and we can figure out what our press strategy is going to be. And our legal strategy.”
Oh, God. I’m just a nurse. Just a newly minted and lowly RN. I barely have a big girl credit card. How have I landed myself in this kind of mess? Even so, I can’t go back there. I love him too much. He affects me too profoundly. Right now, my racing heart is headed toward cardiac arrest territory, and he’s not even in the same room as me. Going back there will ruin the little bit of me that’s left. “No, thanks. Last time I was at Ackerley, someone tried to kill me. I feel safer on the mean streets of Manhattan.”
The funniest thing happens then. Lucien laughs. The sound is hard and bitter. Unexpected. But it plucks on some strings inside me that only he can reach. “You’re nothing if not predictable, Ms. Scott,” he says, his laughter fading away. “I knew you would say that. And you probably know that I’m going to say this.”
I hold my breath and wait while dread tiptoes its prickly feet up my nape and across my scalp.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Ms. Scott.” Lucien’s voice is full of silky menace. “If you’re not here by the end of the day, our next interaction will be me landing my helicopter on the roof of Mrs. Hooper’s brownstone and extracting you like a Seal Team Six operative….”