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Elizabeth promised a dying man she’d protect his
charitable legacy. But how, when the greedy, manipulative sharks on the board
want her out? And now the biggest shark of all, the Lovless heir, is coming
Rebel Lovless joined the Navy to escape his
robber-baron grandfather molding him into a ruthless copy. So when the old man
dies, the SEAL returns to give away his billions, only to find surprise
charities—and a hostile board tearing at the throat of charity organizer,
classy lady Elizabeth Rothschild.
Just let me escape. I vow never to take a shortcut
Feet pursued Elizabeth. A hand clamped onto her
coat. Her pulse kicked into overdrive.
“Where d’you think you’re going?” Skullcap dragged
her to a stop.
She swung around, messenger bag first, the kitten
carrier clamped to her body.
The mugger grabbed her by the lapels—and tore open
her coat beneath the carrier strap.
She sucked in a shocked breath. Inhaled a wash of
male stink. She recoiled automatically, heart hammering. The kitten released a
“Well, well.” The mugger dragged her back, his foul
excitement pouring off him. “What’s this?”
She struggled against Skullcap’s hold, impotently,
horrified that the situation had careened so out of control. Her blood
thundered in her ears as she tried desperately to think of a way out…or was
that the sound of a motor?
Suddenly, the hard roar of a powerful machine
filled the mouth of the alley.
Beyond the muggers, a motorcycle skidded into the
narrow way, its harsh engine reverberating against the buildings.
The goon spun toward the intruder. Freed, Elizabeth
clutched the carrier and stumbled back, her pulse racing frantically.
The bike tore down the pavement and squealed to a
stop a few feet from the mugger.
A big, helmeted, leather-clad man sat easily on the
low-slung seat. Scuffed, shitkicker boots rested flat on the pavement.
Her panted breaths rasped in her ears. The mugger’s
more dangerous biker pal? God, and she’d thought things couldn’t get worse.
One boot rose to toe the stand down. With a fluid
lift of his muscular leg, the man dismounted easily, unfolding to almost a
giant’s height. Face completely covered by a mirrored visor, he stood before
them without a word.
More dangerous? Try deadly.
Elizabeth’s breath came in frosted little pants.
Was she rescued, or in even more trouble than before?
As the Christmas holiday approaches, Roxy’s
determined to lay low and get through the holiday unscathed, but when she meets
Harry, her plans suddenly change. Could their chance meeting lead them in a
better direction or will their broken hearts and spirits prevent them from
finding their happily-ever-after?
Her face was hot. Chris had been supposed to come
for Thanksgiving, but when they were about to make the trip up, he broke up
with her and slept with another woman, all on the same day. Which was sadly
fitting as he’d cheated on his fiancée, Calliope, when he met Roxy. Her mother
would probably say publicly that she got what she deserved, if she was given
another opportunity. She had already told her privately, on more than occasion.
Roxy thought it herself. She hugged her stomach, then looked at her mother’s
blue eyes and squared her shoulders. “If I go offer to get him a drink or
something, you’ll leave me alone and not talk about either my looks or my love
“Oh, very well. I’m sure you’ll like him.” Her
mother pushed her slightly again, to tell her to move faster. She hated having
to introduce herself to anyone. Someone else had introduced her to Chris, so
the social awkwardness had been lessened when she met him. But she had no time
to think about any of that now. She took a step forward, lightly tapped the
man’s rather strong muscular arm, and did exactly what her mother had told her.
“Hello, would you like a drink or something?” At that moment, the front door
opened and everyone in the room grew silent. The attractive, so far unnamed man
placed his hand on her shoulder. “Stand behind me.” Without another word, he
blocked her view. She peeked around him and saw Gabe and her uncle Tom greet a
dark-haired man. “Who is that?”
A sexy, busy corporate CEO and billionaire hires an
attractive woman as his live-in pet sitter when a basket of puppies is dumped
at his corporate office by his zany aunt who wants him to settle down and find
This was a date, not a business meeting, and she’d
taken the job as his pet sitter in hopes of being his PA. Well, they could
spend time together, and she would keep things very professional. Friendly, but
They stopped to admire the silvery light of the
moon shining on the nearly flat ocean. Emma sighed and plopped onto the sand.
Max sat next to her. “I was going to be a gentleman
and remove my jacket so you wouldn’t get your dress sandy. And then I
remembered I didn’t wear a jacket.”
She gave him a shy smile. “I like you in these
clothes better than a suit.”
He leaned close. “Look at that moon,” he murmured,
sliding an arm around her waist.
And then he was stroking a hand down her back, his
touch assured and confident, but amid the hunger on his face was absolute
The tender look evaporated all her resolve. Emma
fell backwards onto the sand on her side. Max did the same, facing her.
She didn’t care if her dress was stained or that
sand covered her bare legs. All that mattered was this moment…and Max.
“You’re so cute,” he murmured, cupping her cheek.
Emma wrinkled her nose. “Puppies are cute. I’m not
“When you do that little thing with your eyes…”
He didn’t need or want a body guard, but the last
thing Jack expected was to be turned-on by a woman who was ready to aim her
Glock at anyone who threatened him.