She was hired to manage his crisis.

She never agreed to become part of it.

Capri Renaud doesn't do personal. The elite crisis consultant has built her career on control — managing what gets said, what gets seen, and who gets close enough to matter. When the most powerful infrastructure billionaire in London needs someone to dismantle a devastating money-laundering allegation, she's the only name that makes sense.

She takes the case.

She takes it for professional reasons. And for one she tells no one — a shell company name buried on page forty-seven of the dossier that she has seen before. In her murdered father's handwriting.

Dorian Ashford is trying to save his company and find out who is really behind the attack. What he isn't prepared for is the woman who takes his seat at the head of his own boardroom table and makes it look like hers. Or the way she reads him — with that careful, measuring intelligence — like a document she intends to understand completely.

A car bomb changes everything.

A converted farmhouse on the Kent coast becomes their world: twelve rooms, a mounting threat, and a forced proximity neither of them asked for and neither of them knows how to survive intact.

He has not trusted anyone in three years.

She has not let anyone see her in longer.

But the deeper they dig into the buried architecture of a thirty-year conspiracy — one that connects his father's empire to her father's death — the more impossible it becomes to maintain the distance that is supposed to keep them both safe.

Some secrets don't stay buried.

And some distances are just too dangerous to keep.

If you love slow-burn romance, morally complex billionaires, and heroines who refuse to be rescued, this is the story you've been waiting for.

Dangerous Proximity: A BWWM Billionaire Forbidden Interracial Romance

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