Here is a excerpt . . . this chapter features Ian Somerhalder and Park Yoochun.
And thus, in the middle of her eves-dropping, the devil came knocking, when seemingly from out of nowhere a tall, dark and handsome American stepped up beside them, drink in hand . . . eyes locked on an unsuspecting Saffron.
Saffire saw him first, rising up for a well-needed potty break. Gulping uncontrollably, she followed him as his eyes darted from Saffron to hers, one eye-brow raised teasingly.
Elbowing her sister she forced out a gurgled, “Who’s that? Do we know him?” watching as shifting his weight, he cradled his coffee cup nonchalantly, with the ease of someone who knew he needed no introduction.
Beside her, Saffron stiffened . . . her face going blank with shock, mouth open slightly, remembering with clarity the smell of his cologne, arrogant swagger and taste of cigars on his breath when his lips pressed over hers.
“It’s Ian,” she growled, “my ticket to Hell, sister.”
The Chairman's Daughters . . .