In the desert, an instant turns life into death and hate into love. In the desert, everything is different. Boundaries break down, and you find yourself doing things that you would never, ever have imagined. Lilly Linton finds this out the hard way: in the shadow of the pyramids, she and her boss, cold, calculating Mr Ambrose, must face death and danger together. Is the desert's heat enough to melt the cold heart of Britain's richest financier? WINNER of the PEOPLE'S CHOICE AWARD in the Wattys 2016 Sequel to Robert Thier's #1 Hit 'Storm and Silence'

In which a very hurt girl and a heartbroken boy manage to fall in love. WARNING : this was my first fic so it might suck hah, contains triggering material. "I love you, To Infinity." <><><><><><><><><><><><> All Rights Reserved 2014 @cuddly_ashton

"I love you, Angel. I've never loved someone so much before." He whispers and strokes my cheek with his thumb. Another tear escapes from my eyes but he wipes it away. "Stop." I croak. The look on his face breaks my heart but I can't give in to him. It's a trap, I know it is. "You don't love me, you just... Just..." I can't finish, I can't bare to utter the rest, and thankfully I don't have to. Something flashes in his eyes and I have to look away. "If I could, I would go back and erase what happened to you. I would save you from that pain. But I know I can't do that, oh god I know! When you told me I couldn't sleep, I just kept thinking about it. But you need to know something. I'm not him. I would never do that to you, make you believe those things and then tear you apart. I wish I could give you the ability to read my mind, know what I'm saying is true. If you could so that you would realise how special you are to me." His words, they make me feel something, something so unfamiliar and scary. How is it that I can grow up having the same view my whole life but one boy can turn everything upside down and make me question my own beliefs. Placing a soft kiss to the top of my head, he pulls my towards his chest and wraps his arms around me. "One half of me..." He whispers against my hair. "One half of me is a hopeless romantic. It makes me believe in fairy tales, happy endings... destiny. But the other half is so damn realistic, sometimes it hurts. But despite the differences, they both tell me one thing. I love you and crave for you to love me back the same way."