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If you have ever felt lost, lonely or unloved, you are not alone. Author Kelly Saward knows how hard it is to break free from the mental patterns we have lived with all our lives. Addicted to anxiety, for years Kelly sought love and fulfilment in all the wrong places. She never thought she’d have a life free of stress and self-doubt. She never thought she’d feel truly loved. Then she started a journey of mindfulness that transformed her life.

Edward Cavendish is the embodiment of British elite—composed, controlled, and permanently unimpressed. Born into old money and even older expectations, he carries the weight of generations of stiff-upper-lip tradition and emotional repression. A world-renowned surgeon. A ruthless perfectionist. A man who does not tolerate chaos. Which is unfortunate. Because I am chaos. He grew up in a sprawling 120-room manor with chandeliers in every hallway and bidets in every bathroom. I grew up in the staff quarters, peeking through the hedges at his world.

Danny Walker, my big brother’s arrogant, powerful, handsome, and completely unobtainable best friend. He’s a ruthless tech tycoon, and I take calls from angry clients who can’t reset their passwords. He lives in a Grade II listed mansion with holiday homes worldwide, and I rent a room in a flat-share with my best friend and mice.

Billionaire property tycoon Jack Knight is propping up the UK rich list and keeping the national tabloids ablaze with his scandalous love life. And making my life hell. To him, I’m just another architect in a small design firm bidding for his latest prestigious project. To me, he’s a ruthless businessman who plays people like pawns. I should know. I’d rather work for Satan on designing Hell than have to answer to him.

After my actions wreck my family, they send me to England, hoping the space will enable me to forgive myself and embrace life again. But the man I start working for is far from a savior. Dax Silver, head of the UK’s largest gin distillery, is as captivating as he is intense, his skin covered in ink, his eyes stained with secrets. I can tell by the condescending way he calls me "Sunbeam" that he wants me to keep my distance. A warning.