Venture capitalist Vlad Snezhinsky excels at two things: making money and being a dad. Still struggling through a bitter divorce, he has zero interest in starting a new relationship. That is, until he meets Klara Lazarev.
Klara doesn’t have time for romance. She’s too busy forging her own path in life: scrambling to finish her senior thesis, applying to grad school, writing innovative software in her spare time. Besides, she’s been burned before. She refuses to let it happen again—especially with a man who seems to have trouble remembering their first disastrous encounter.
But when a shocking murder throws their world—and their hearts—into chaos, discovering the truth becomes more than a matter of trust…
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A Matter of Trust is the third book in the Silicon Beach Trilogy.
Each book in the series can be read as a stand-alone, but they do share the following:
“Okay, let’s try this again,” Vlad said, stretching out his hand. “My name is Vlad. And you are…?”
“Klara. Anna’s sister.” She withdrew her fingers as quickly as possible, but not before he felt the slight tremor.
Nerves? Attraction? She averted her eyes. The pulse at the base of her neck fluttered.
He swallowed a smile. “So, Klara. Why haven’t we met before?”
That got her attention. And not in a good way. Her brows drew together and she narrowed her eyes. “We have. A couple years ago, at your brother’s wedding.”
“Oh.” He blinked away the unpleasant memories that threatened to swamp him. It was unfortunate that he’d forever associate Leo’s wedding with the beginning of the end. That’s when Vlad and Oksana started on a long downward spiral, culminating in an acrimonious divorce that was still dragging on today.
He studied Klara more closely. Something stirred at the back of his mind.
A brief impression of thick black curls swept up in an elegant twist, the body poured into some barely-there excuse for a dress, the lips smiling at him. And then—
Oh, God.
The red lipstick smeared, the eyes dripping mascara-tinged tears, his cheek stinging from the impression of her hand.
And then—nothing…until he woke up the next morning, head pounding like an entire battalion of jackhammers doing demolition work.
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Valentina Impellizzeri
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