Lenor was the ‘other woman’ in NO REVERSE. When we meet her again in YOU TURN, her ego and heart are badly bruised. The last thing she needs is to cross path with her first love: Zachary Murdoch III…

“No, the Lenor I’ve met in Paris is hurt, bitter, with no sense of herself anymore.”
I ran my fingers through my wet hair as anger flared up inside my chest. “What can I say? The Lenor you’ve met here was dumped by her fiancé last month after he decided to share a teeny tiny detail about his own life: that he was already married and had a kid. So, yes, this Lenor,” I waved my hands along my body, “is bitter, hurt and has absolutely no idea what the hell she’s doing anymore.”
“Plus this Lenor’s pill-popping mother decided to swallow a jar of Xanax because her daughter didn’t answer the phone in the middle of the night.” My voice broke and I sniffed pathetically. “And you know what? This Lenor didn’t take those calls because she was having sex with a guy she hardly knew and certainly didn’t care about.”
Zach clenched his jaw. I had to shut up. I had to leave. In one swift movement, I placed the plate on the balcony floor and jumped to my feet.
“I’ll call a cab and get back to my place.”
I launched myself towards the balcony door when his fingers circled around my wrist and stopped me mid-flight. “Don’t.”
I attempted to yank my arm free, but he refused to let me go. “I’m fine now. Don’t worry about my mom seeing me—”
“You’re going to stay here and we’re going to spend tomorrow together.”
The order startled me. “Don’t you have a life, Zachary? Parties to plan? Women to schmooze?”
“Don’t do this, Duchess.” He stood up opposite me. His fingers relaxed their grip on my wrist, only to brush along it and turn my palm up. His thumb caressed the center of it, his touch as light as a feather. He stared down at our joined hands while I tried to tidy my emotions. “Let me be there for you the way you were there for me. Let me be your friend like you were mine.”
“I.Was.Never.Your.Friend.” His face rose and the hurt I saw etched in every fiber of it felt like a slap. I continued nonetheless, “I was the little girl who loved you from afar. I was the woman who gave herself away for you and ended up losing a lot of who she was.”
He studied me without a word, then took hold of my other hand to intertwine his fingers with mine. I heard a short intake of air before he spoke, “Then allow me to give you back some of what I stole.”