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Total pages in book: 52
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A Forbidden Age-gap, Pretend Relationship, Office Romance

Will he embrace revenge…or his most forbidden temptation?

I’m Bella.
After my father’s mysterious disappearance, I’m all alone.
Broke and homeless, I’m forced to quit school and find a job.
In desperation, I turn to my dad’s gorgeous business partner and best friend, Nathan Price.
I had a forbidden crush on him as a girl. Now, my potently sexy boss looks at me like a woman.
And when he touches me…I can’t resist giving him my body—or my heart.
But once I learn Daddy’s dark secrets, can I trust that Nathan wants me for more than revenge?

What’s Included:

Age-gap
Enemies to Lovers
Office/Boss-Assistant
Pretend Relationship
Temporary Fling

**Tempted by the Bosshole is a sexy bedtime story, designed for you to start in the evening and complete before you turn out the lights. All Forbidden Confessions: Filthy Rich Bosses are connected, but can be read as a standalone. Each is a HOT, romantic story with strong language, sexy times, no cliffhangers, and a guaranteed happily ever after!**

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CHAPTER ONE

December 1

Boston

Nathan

“Okay, spill,” my older brother demands, lounging on my living room sofa and tossing back a swallow of beer. “You’re up to no good.”

I stare into my whiskey glass, repressing a grin. “What makes you say that?”

“You’re way too quiet not to be plotting something.”

He’s not wrong. “Guess.”

“Well, you tolerated Douglas Shay stealing the money from your joint venture years ago only because he paid you back⁠—”

“After I threatened the living shit out of him.”

Steve nods. “So the asshole knows you won’t take the fact he stole your wife lying down.”

I snort. There’s no way I’d let that son of a bitch steal from me twice.

“He didn’t.” Julia and I were already on the verge of divorce. “After I ended things, he moved in with her.”

“Semantics. They were already fucking.”

“By then, I didn’t care who she spread her legs for. We were done.” In fact, my heart purged Julia as soon as I realized she lied to me for a decade.

“Then what’s your beef with Shay?”

“Besides the fact he’s a backstabbing asshole? Julia got half of everything in the divorce. Now she plans to marry that bastard, so he’ll get back all the money he once stole from me—with interest.”

Steve winces. “That would piss me off, too.”

“You’ll never have to worry about that, bro. You’ve got the best wife in Laurel.”

“I do,” Steve says smugly.

He deserves happiness—and his amazing wife. My sister-in-law is kind, generous, funny, smart… They have a great marriage and a passel of kids, the last of whom just left for college. Besides love, he’s also been blessed with money, success, and security. Steve is living the dream.

“I want the same for you, Nate. It’s been months since Julia and Doug announced their engagement, and you’ve let this go way longer than I expected.”

“Eleven months, seven days, and two hours. Who says I’ve let it go?”

“So you are up to no good.” Steve grins. “Tell me your plan.”

“Did I mention that Doug has a daughter?”

He raises a brow. “How old is she?”

“Fresh out of college. And looking for a job. Or she was until I hired her.”

His jaw drops. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, I did. She starts Monday.”

“Holy shit. Seriously? She must know there’s bad blood between you and Doug.”

“I don’t think so. During her phone interview, she said she hadn’t spoken to her father in a while.”

“What did you hire her to do?”

I grin. “She’ll be my personal assistant, at my beck and call, working directly under me.”

He nearly chokes on his beer. “Dude, you’re forty. And she’s…what, twenty-two?”

“Twenty-three.” I shrug. “Why does it matter? She’s an adult, and I’m not dead.”

“How will you get her into bed, unless… You already have dirt on her, don’t you?”

I merely smile. My brother knows me too well to think I have qualms about blackmailing Isabella Shay.

“You son of a bitch.” He laughs. “I almost feel sorry for her. But if she’s anything like her father...”

“Probably everything like her father.” Though I’ve barely talked to Isabella since she was a gangly thirteen.

“So…what’s your end game? What do you want from this girl besides raunchy sex?”

“Fucking her will merely be a fringe benefit. Let’s just say that by the time Julia and Doug return from their honeymoon after New Year’s, everything he left behind will belong to me.” Including his daughter.

And she will give me the one thing my ex-wife refused to…

December 16

Isabella

“You look hot.” Jen eyes me suggestively. “If you weren’t my best friend⁠—”

“But I am, and you’re strictly dickly.” I smooth my hands down the figure-hugging red velvet dress, wishing I wasn’t too broke to buy my own. Thank god we wear the same size. “It’s not too much?”

“Only half your tits are hanging out, and I can’t see vag, so it’s super classy.”

“Jen…” I huff.

“I’m kidding!”

“No, it’s too much.” I pull another dress from her closet. “The black one would be better.”

She yanks it free and shoves it back on the rack. “God, no. I wear this to funerals. And my exes’ weddings. You’re going to a Christmas party! Wear the red. It looks amazing on you, especially because you have the man-magnet trifecta: great tits, a tiny waist, and fantastic legs. You’re smart and nice, too. I’d hate you if I didn’t love you so much.”

“If I’m such a man magnet, how come you’re the one always having orgasmic sex with super-hot guys?” I’m definitely not.

“Because I’m looking for a human vibrator, not a husband.” She scowls. “Eric doesn’t deserve you. He never puts you first, even in the orgasm department.”

Jen hates my boyfriend…but she’s not wrong. Eric and I have been together since our junior year in high school. I fell hard and fast, convinced he was “the one.” But lately, he’s seemed distant. When he looks at me, I’d swear he’s looking through me. We’d planned to get engaged after my graduation. But weeks have passed since I received my degree, and Eric hasn’t popped the question. I’m wondering if he even wants us anymore. I don’t know what to do.

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How far will they go to prove she’s theirs forever?

I’m Kate.
I’m recently divorced and so done with men.
Or I was until my boss pairs me with two gorgeous executives who make my blood race.
Rumor is, they prefer to do their women one way: together.
When a critical project takes us to paradise, I can’t resist fantasy anymore.
Marcus and Josh prove themselves considerate, attentive, and protective.
Did I mention possessive, too?
But when the fantasy becomes all too real, will our passion be enough to last?

**Tempted by the Executives is a sexy bedtime story, designed for you to start in the evening and complete before you turn out the lights. All Forbidden Confessions: Filthy Rich Bosses are connected, but can be read as a standalone. Each is a HOT, romantic story with strong language, sexy times, no cliffhangers, and a guaranteed happily ever after!**

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CHAPTER ONE

Boston, MA

October

Josh

The city’s nightlife is beginning to rouse when I stroll into the bar, heading to join my coworker and best friend, Marcus Hunt, who’s nursing a beer. It’s Friday night. The upscale watering hole close to the university isn’t packed yet. But it will be.

We know from vast experience.

While I’d rather not kick off the weekend the usual way—with a nameless face, empty laughs, and a meaningless orgasm—it beats the hell out of sitting home alone and pining for what I’ll never have again.

“Hey.” Marcus waves. “Finally escape the office?”

As I slip onto the stool beside his, where he’s got a whiskey neat waiting for me, I nod. “Work was a beast. Chad rode me hard to ensure we’re prepped for the new exec’s arrival on Monday.”

“Did you finally get the scoop on the best-kept secret in the office?”

“Get this. Her name is Katherine Evans, and she has no financial or corporate experience whatsoever.”

He curses under his breath. “So the rumors are true?”

“Unfortunately.” And I sound every bit as annoyed as I feel.

Marcus scrubs his big palm over his ruthlessly short buzz cut. “You know hiring this woman wasn’t Chad’s idea.”

Since this isn’t how our boss and the CEO of Force Financial rolls? “Oh, it’s his wife’s, one hundred percent. Savannah is great, but…I don’t know about this decision.”

“She’s an out-of-the-box thinker. She’s been right way more than she’s been wrong. I’ll give her that.” He sighs. “But I don’t like it.”

“Neither do I, but not our department, not our problem.”

My pal snorts. “When has that head-in-the-sand shit ever worked with Chad?”

Does Marcus always have to be such a realist? “Shut up.”

“Any idea why she was hired? There were other good candidates. What are this woman’s qualifications?”

“She’s got a decent résumé of work via family business on both residential and commercial property development as an agent, contractor, and decorator. She also had a radio show in Phoenix that advised people about getting the max out of their property values. I just don’t know how that’s going to translate to corporate acquisitions.”

“Same. But can she be worse than a bean counter guessing which investment properties will become money-making resorts?”

He has a point, but after pushing back against my boss while flatly getting nowhere for the better part of the afternoon, I’m done. “Forget work until Monday, huh? TGIF. I see you started without me.” I nod toward the empty glass near his elbow and the half-finished beer in his hand. “How’s it going?”

“Not bad. Getting my flirt on with a blonde in the corner.”

I scan the place until I spot the woman in question. She’s attractive, and she’s eye-fucking him hard. She also looks barely legal to drink.

Since we’re both in our late thirties, I roll my eyes. “She’s a little young.”

He shrugs. “I doubt it’s her first rodeo.”

The way she’s flirting? Probably not, but Marcus is missing the point. He’s a hunter. He never appreciates anything that comes too easily, especially a piece of ass. It’s one reason I suspect he’s not enjoying his hollow hookups. And I’m convinced he taps the younger ones so he doesn’t have to take them seriously.

Three stools down, I spot a cute brunette pushing thirty. She’s got a nice smile and a nice rack. She wouldn’t be a horrible way to spend the night. But I can only muster enough enthusiasm for a vague smile in return.

“What else is bothering you? It’s something,” Marcus observes. “Those hedge-fund fuckers? They need to get their noses out of our shit.”

“You made yourself crystal clear. They called you a motherfucking cutthroat on their way out the door.”

He grunts. “If they want to keep their balls intact, they better not come back with another ludicrous proposal. Waste of our goddamn time…”

“Yeah.” I sigh. “But that isn’t what’s bothering me.”

He frowns. “What’s up?”

I’ve debated whether I should say something all afternoon. Marcus will probably get angry. The reminders will drag me into a black hole of regret. But I need to get this off my chest. He’s the only other person on the planet capable of understanding the reason I’m unsettled.

I knock back my whiskey and set down the glass. “I ran into Taylor today.”

Marcus tenses. “She’s back in town?”

“Temporarily, yeah.”

He doesn’t look pleased. “And? How did she look?”

Still beautiful. Still confident. Still like the woman who once held my heart.

She held Marcus’s, too.

“Happy.” I swallow, bracing to spit out the worst. “She’s getting married.”

“Fuck.” He abandons all pretense of interest in the blonde and sits back, looking like someone punched him.

I understand. It’s how I feel, too. “We knew it would happen someday.”

Marcus snorts. “I expected it to take her longer than twenty-two months.”

“Given how in love we were with her? Same.”

“But that was the problem. She didn’t love us. She never saw the three of us as more than a fling.”

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What price will he extract for the career of her dreams? I’m Savannah. I’m a recent college grad in desperate need of a job. When Billionaire CEO Chad Force interviews me, I’m blindingly attracted to him. But he’s older. Wiser. And notorious about going after what he wants. That will never be me. Except the way he’s looking at me says it might. Just how far am I willing to go for the opportunity of a lifetime? Enjoy this Forbidden Confession. HEA guaranteed!
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Boston, Massachusetts

February 1

1 p.m.

Savannah

“Excuse me? Would you mind repeating that?”

The older woman, though seated behind the tall counter, manages to look through her bifocals and down her nose at me. “Your interview has been moved to Mr. Force’s secondary location. Did you not receive the message?”

I dig through my secondhand purse, held together by shoe polish and grit, and find the pay-as-you-go phone. The screen says I have one message…and I’m out of credits. That’s why I didn’t listen to the voicemail. It would have cost me money I don’t have.

I gulp as I look back to Mrs. Turner, according to the placard on her desk. “I didn’t. I’m sorry.”

She purses her mouth in displeasure, then jots something on the back of a business card and hands it to me. “You’re supposed to be at this location in five minutes.”

With a shaking hand, I raise the card and read the address. I’ve been in Boston exactly two days. The street name doesn’t ring a bell.

Mrs. Turner’s glare tells me I can’t admit that to her. I’m already in grave danger of losing this interview. “Thank you. I’m sorry for the mix-up. I’ll be on my way immediately.”

“I suggest you hurry. Mr. Force doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

I know that well. His reputation is exacting. He’s difficult, cold—and utterly brilliant. He doesn’t suffer fools and he’s even more harsh with those he considers lazy.

Why has our interview been moved and how can I possibly reach this alternate location on time?

With a bob of my head, I back away from Mrs. Turner, nearly bumping into a pair of suits carrying their lattes. After a profuse apology, I see the older receptionist shaking her head as I dash through the lobby and push my way out the revolving door, into the freezing Boston afternoon.

I should have listened when my best friend, Renee, told me not to move to Boston without a good coat.

Fighting a shiver, I extract Grandma Lienna’s gray sweater from my oversized purse and wrap it around me tightly, but the freezing air is humid and the wind gusts. I feel the chill down to my bones.

“Do you need a taxi?” a doorman besides me asks.

I wish. “No, thank you. I just need to know how to get here, preferably using public transportation.”

He peers down at the address proffered on the back of the card, then looks up at me with something painfully like pity in his eyes. “There’s no public transportation to the high-rent district. Sorry.”

“Something that will get me closer, then? I need to be there in”—I glance at my phone—“three minutes.”

“Sorry, miss. There’s nothing, and if you walk, you’ll be about an hour late.”

I don’t have time for panic, but logic isn’t helping. I need this job. I was so shocked to get a call from Force Financial the week after I blindly sent a résumé. I’m not even sure what their job opening entails, but if it gets my foot in the door at one of the most venerable financial institutions on the East Coast, I want it.

More importantly, I can’t survive without it.

“Can you give me directions?” I don’t need to compound my tardiness by wasting time being lost.

The guy, who’s probably my age, eyes me. “New to Boston?”

Is it that obvious? “Yes.”

He mutters something under his breath, then calls out to one of the nearby cabs. “I’ve been there, too, miss. This one’s on me.” As the cab stops, he opens the back door and pokes his head in. “Hey, Gus. Would you take this one to Mr. Force’s place?” He hands the driver twenty bucks. “She needs to get there fast.”

“You got it.” Gus smiles.

As I slide into the seat, I look back at the kind doorman. “I don’t even know how to thank you… What’s your name?”

“Dan.”

“I’ll repay you. As soon as I get my first paycheck—”

“Don’t worry. Consider this paying it forward. Just promise you’ll do the same for someone in need when you can.”

“Done.”

He smiles my way and shuts the door, then taps the roof of the car before Gus lurches forward.

Traffic is a snarl, and the driver doesn’t ask for the address. I’m biting my nails and lamenting every moment we sit at a light or in a jam, but finally the office and government buildings of downtown give way to a very swanky residential district that doesn’t just smell like success but old money.

That’s no shock since Mr. Force isn’t too many generations removed from American royalty, and he’s managed his cash flow even better than his ancestors.

Joy Street gives way to Mount Vernon. The row houses are old, stately, and unbelievably elegant. But then we turn the corner, and Gus stops in front of what I presume is Chad Force’s residence.

“Holy shit.” I gape.

The turn-of-the-century brick building is enormous and stately, five stories topped by a rooftop deck that clearly isn’t seeing any action in the dead of winter. The huge, glossy black door faces a private park that’s dormant this time of year. Rows of big, traditional windows are flanked by shutters that match the door. An old-fashioned, wrought iron gas light stands in the brick sidewalk, along with a discreet sign proclaiming this private property and that all trespassers will be prosecuted.

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Mimi: I love to paint, but one day the most embarrassing thing happens. Somehow, my personal lube got into my bucket of paints, and I accidentally squirt a huge dollop on the handsome man next to me! He turns to me with fury in those blue eyes … until he sees my generous curves. Mason: I take figure painting classes for the wrong reasons – because I like the lush models, and not because I actually want to improve my artistic abilities. But when the sassy woman next to me squirts me in the face with a tube full of lubricant, suddenly I know that Mimi’s days as an artist are done. Instead, she’ll be showing me the how that jelly got into her tool box … and we’re not stopping until she’s got my baby in her belly! Was art class ever this fun? Mimi’s always been a risk-taker, but an innocent mistake gets her into hot water! Good thing Mason’s willing to forgive, so long as she shows him exactly how she’s going to make up for her boo-boos. Follow the sassy girl in this scandalous tale of the art world gone awry and be sure to bring a tall glass of iced tea because the thermometer’s on HOT! This is a follow-up to Partner in Crime, but all my books are standalones and do not need to be read in any order. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.
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March 6

Las Vegas

10 p.m.

Ridge

This Saturday night in Vegas is shaping up to be anything but the usual. Sure, the casino is hopping. People happily toss their money on the tables, hoping Lady Luck will smile on them. I scoff. As if mobster Marco Donzelli would ever let the house lose its ass.

But the big boss is up to something. Shit is going down. I feel it. So it’s a fucking bad time for this call.

“What do you mean ‘she’s gone’?” I hiss into the phone, locking myself in the john so no one can hear my business.

Ryan, my old pal doing me a big favor back in Big D, sighs. “That redhead you’ve had me watching? She ran a few errands this morning, came back to her apartment, then headed out a while later, rolling a suitcase.”

“What?” Kristi Knolls had nothing important on her calendar today. I should know. I hacked into her phone and started tracking it—and her—months ago.

She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m coming for her. I have plans. Soon.

No way she’s escaping me.

“Yeah. She was rolling a suitcase, then she climbed into an Uber. I followed her to the airport, but I lost her at security.”

Because Ryan wasn’t getting on a plane, and she was.

Shit.

“Any idea where she was heading?”

“Dude, it’s DFW. She could be flying anywhere. The only thing I know is, the terminal where the driver dropped her isn’t usually one used for international flights.”

That’s not super helpful. But Kristi’s sudden itch to travel is only one of my problems tonight. “Thanks. Keep your eyes open.”

“Sure. Anything else you want me to do from here?”

“Hang by the phone.” If I can’t get a bead on Kristi in the next few hours, I’ll have Ryan break into her place and search it.

“You got it. Talk to you soon.”

I hang up, swear, then flush the toilet and wash my hands for the sound effects. Donzelli, along with a couple of his capos, Sal and Rudy, are hanging out in his suite overlooking the casino floor, eyes peeled like they’re waiting for something to happen.

I’ve got a bad feeling…

Dragging in a steadying breath, I let myself out of the can.

“Everything come out okay, Rafael?” Sal snickers.

I hate answering to that name almost as much as I hate Sal Barone. I shoot him a withering glare, wishing I could dust the son of a bitch. But Donzelli would see that as a personal affront since the old-timer has worked for him—and the organization—for a few decades.

Instead, I sneer. “You asking because you need help these days, old man?”

Sal loathes me, and it shows on his face. Not that I have a fuck to spare him.

“Marco, your new consigliere needs to learn a little respect.” Sal punches his fist into his palm, demonstrating how he’d like to teach me.

His usually silent sidekick, Rudy Pomelli, nods like the hulking, brainless yes-man he is.

It takes effort not to laugh. “You’ve never shown me any respect, asshole.”

“Because you didn’t earn your position. You had it handed to you by your late uncle, who was a good man, God rest him. You’re just a shit stain trying to live up to his reputation.”

Before I can tell Sal that he doesn’t have a bite hard enough or a dick big enough to pull off the shit I can, Donzelli steps in. “Are you questioning my judgement, Sal?”

The old-timer finally has the brains to look nervous. “No. I wouldn’t do that, boss. I’m just saying I think his uncle Luca oversold him.”

And Sal thinks Donzelli elevated me from capo to consigliere out of guilt. He’s probably right, but whatever. It works to my advantage.

“Shut the fuck up. Too bad the feds didn’t use you for target practice instead of him.” I take a swipe at Sal, more because it’s expected than because I think it will shut him up.

“Gentlemen…” Donzelli warns, rising from his leather throne, wearing another one of his custom suits. Since he dropped five grand on it, I’m not shocked he looks way more distinguished than the average CEO. Probably why he gets a lot of ass. Well, his suit and intimidation. He’s damn good at that, along with his old-fashioned mobster shtick. His slicked-back hair with equally greasy manners annoy me. I’m half expecting he’ll call the next cocktail waitress who offers him a refill dame.

“I’m zipping it,” I tell him.

“Ass kisser,” Sal sneers.

He’s a fine one to talk, but I don’t say a word, just raise a brow. The asshole’s day is coming. He deserves a bullet in his brain, and I hope I’m the guy pulling the trigger.

“That’s enough,” Donzelli growls loudly enough to convince Sal that he’s been as lenient as he intends to be.

“Sorry, boss.”

Marco gives him an absent nod, then makes his way across the darkened room to the decked-out wet bar below the mirrored wall. He plucks up a glass and turns to me. “Scotch?”

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What lengths will he go to in order to claim his babygirl? I’m Ransom. I’m thirty four…and I’m in love with a girl who’s eighteen. Did I mention that Havana is my son’s ex-girlfriend? Yeah, this isn’t complicated at all. When I’m grazed by a Glock in a parking lot, she keeps me from bleeding out. We hole up in a luxurious hideaway that’s like a fantasy. Clear of danger and interference, I stop resisting her. And I get the surprise of my life. But if I don’t eliminate my enemies, we won’t see the sun rise… Enjoy this Forbidden Confession. HEA guaranteed!
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Las Vegas

March 6

9 p.m.

Ransom

The woman I can’t forget is through that door, less than ten feet from me, working. There’s a lock separating us, but that’s not enough to keep me from her.

Nothing is.

I swallow, gripping the gift box in my hand. Will she be surprised? She’s smart; she should be expecting me. After all, I made her a vow. I splayed her thighs indecently wide on my kitchen counter, stared into her golden eyes, and promised I would come for her the day she turned legal. Then—somehow—I managed to tear myself from her kiss-swollen lips before I did something irredeemable, and I left.

Now I’m here, and I’m done waiting. After seven agonizing weeks of putting space between Havana Smith and me, the unstoppable force of our attraction has me sniffing her out like a damn rutting dog.

If she falls into my arms again, I won’t stop.

So why am I standing out in the rain, hesitating?

Because I’ve lost my fucking mind.

I used to be a sane man. Well, as sane as anyone in my line of work can be. But now I’m certifiable. I’m probably on the verge of making the biggest mistake of my life and I don’t give a fuck.

I’m thirty-four…and I’m in love with a girl who’s turning eighteen today. I’m in the middle of some really dangerous shit. Oh, and did I mention she’s my son’s ex-girlfriend? Yeah, this won’t be complicated at all.

Suddenly, my phone rings. Cursing, I look at the screen and sigh. My brother Rush. He married his longtime crush a month ago, and they’ve been on a perpetual honeymoon since. I’m happy for them. Despite the fact their wedding was last-minute, it was perfect and moving.

My brothers are happy now—all except Ridge, who’s too crazy for any woman to marry. But Rand and Rush? Good for them, even if I’m jealous as hell.

You could be happy, too. Pick that lock, walk through that door, and lay your heart at her feet.

Havana will probably laugh—and she should. I’m almost twice her age. The profession I’ve chosen means I’m destined for an early grave. Besides, she needs someone good. That’s not me. Unfortunately for her, that won’t change her fate.

She’s mine.

On the third ring, I finally decline my brother’s call and tuck the device away. I’ll ring him back later. I’m not in a hurry for him to rub my face in the happiness of his marital bliss, which I know he means to inspire me to find some nice woman who will spoil me and my son and make us the family we’ve never quite been. I should want that, I know. But Ethan is grown now. I’m too late. And Rush’s nudges in that direction only make me feel guiltier.

Suddenly, the back of my neck prickles. It’s a warning. Danger.

Someone has eyes on me.

Pocketing the gift box and melting into the shadows, I scan the run-down strip mall in this crime-ridden part of northwest Vegas. Here, gang activity is high and police presence is low. I hate that Havana works and lives in this neighborhood. I want to take her from the crime and the danger and keep her safe.

But gangs and thieves aren’t on my radar now. I’m the thing they fear, and they don’t fuck with me. Someone is, though. I’m definitely being watched.

Jesus, I should worry whether I’m deluding myself into thinking I can give Havana the stability she needs—but I don’t dare now. In my line of work, even a few seconds of inattention can be fatal.

Another sweep of this corner of shopping hell doesn’t put me at ease. Most everything is closed now in this seedy section of the city. Across the lot, a woman locks the door of an off-label clothing store and runs for her car like a deer sensing a hunter. As she drives off, I see a couple of blue-collar guys at the far end of the strip, eagerly heading into a dive bar on a Saturday night to stare at scantily clad waitresses whose tits they’ll never get to feel.

They disappear inside. The light at the corner turns green. People go about their lives.

But someone is trailing me. I need to lose him.

How the fuck does anyone know where I am? Since I didn’t want to risk Havana, I didn’t tell a soul where I was going. No one should be on to me. Was I so fixated on her that I got sloppy and allowed myself to be followed?

Fuck.

Suddenly, a car screams across the lot, high beams blazing in my face. It swerves, spewing up oily rainwater in its wake. The sedan’s window lowers. Something dark and metallic emerges.

I duck and roll as I hear the report of the first shot. The second is an instant behind. The bullet whizzes past my ear.

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St. Augustine, Florida

February 5

6 p.m.

Vanessa

The sun is about to set. The streets are slick from the shower that doused me as I rushed to my car. My clothes stick to my skin, from the low dip of my soft pink shirt all the way to my beige wraparound skirt. What was a more demure than daring slit this morning now clings uncomfortably to my damp thighs.

Rush Garrison probably got caught in the rain, too. I would have loved to see his crisp black dress shirt plastered to his broad shoulders, hugging all the rippling muscles of his torso…

Dream on. He doesn’t remember you. It’s been years. And he’s head of the hotel’s security now, so he’ll never notice you except as a fellow employee. Go out with Paul in Accounting. He’s asked three times.

I just can’t bring myself to say yes.

With a sigh, I pull my little Fiat into the carport in front of my historic cottage, grab my purse, and dash through the deluge up my brick walkway. Finally under the cover of my porch, I stop to catch my breath and turn. I have to laugh at the crazy sheets of rain still pelting the street.

It’s been a hell of a day. Bryan Russell, my boss, was holed up in a mysterious meeting for hours, the hotel is filling up fast with out-of-state guests for another unseasonably warm weekend, and some creepy guy hung out in the lobby most of the afternoon to stare at me. I handled everything, of course. But now? TGIF, and I’m scheduled for some days off. I have all blessed weekend to curl up on my sofa with a glass of wine and the pile of super sexy romances on my e-reader. Okay, I have to do laundry, too. But the rest of the time, it’ll be nothing but fictional hot sex. I can’t wait!

Oh, don’t lie. You’ll be fantasizing about Rush, too. A lot.

I can’t deny that…

As I scramble for my house key, the rain suddenly stops in typical Florida fashion. I laugh again.

“Hi, honey!” elderly Mrs. Crafton calls across the street as she emerges through her front door, waving at me as her poodle, Muffet, sniffs around in the thick grass for a place to do its business.

“Hey! You doing okay?”

“Fine. Just fine.” She stands under her porch lights and eyes my Fiat. “You going to get a more reliable car someday?”

This isn’t the first time she’s asked.

“Nope.”

I should. It’s a menace. It only works sometimes. It doesn’t go very fast and it costs an arm and a leg to fix, but my father bought it for me as a present when I graduated from high school a few years back because that’s what I wanted. He even had it painted Tiffany Blue—my favorite.

Shortly after that, he told me to wait here for him. He had an overseas mission, and he’d be home…eventually. He’s been a spy half my life, so I’m used to him being gone. In his absence, I’ve done everything he asked. I started night school. I got a good job. Sure, he calls periodically, but it’s been a few weeks now. And he’s been gone two years next month. Every time I think about that, I have to force down panic. Daddy has never not come back, but this is the longest I’ve gone without a visit from him.

I’m scared he won’t make it home this time.

He gave me no direct way to communicate with him. He left me a number to call in case of emergency. And by emergency he meant that my life was in imminent danger. So unless something terrifying happens, I’m forbidden to call that lifeline. I don’t even know who would answer.

Mrs. Crafton shakes her head at me. “That heap isn’t safe. You should get a man to help you fix that blasted car next time it breaks down.”

Some months I spend more on fixing it than I do rent, but I love the car. Every time I get behind the wheel, I see Daddy squeezing in beside me, giving me a smile of encouragement, and telling me I’m doing great.

I cling to that image.

“Maybe that hunk at work you’re gaga for?” She wags her gray brows at me.

“That’s old-fashioned, Edna.” Besides, Rush doesn’t have any interest in dating me, much less fixing my car.

“That’s practical, honey. And speaking of practical, I saw a guy wander into your backyard about an hour ago. I think he came to read your meter, so you should budget for another gas bill soon.”

Already? I just received one a week ago. Ugh.

“Thanks for the heads-up. Don’t let Muffet wander into the mud.” I point to her dog, now trotting happily toward a puddle after visiting the groomer yesterday.

“Damn it.” She charges after the bit of white fluff.

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Arlington, Texas

July 4

10 a.m.

Sophie

Today is already hotter than the underside of Hades, but it’s also Independence Day. My agent, David, insists that hometown-girl-made-good appearing in one of the biggest parades in Texas is a great grassroots way to spread the word about my new single and my upcoming album, so I said yes. Besides, I’ve traveled the globe for the better part of a dozen years. It’s awesome to spend a day near home, surrounded by the smell of smoking brisket and the sight of people waving Old Glory again.

“Ten minutes,” David proclaims as he sticks his head into the little bathroom at the back of one of the shops at the top of the parade route.

Of course he’s wearing a suit, despite the fact it’s a hundred degrees today. And he looks impeccable doing it. The man is a stickler.

“Thanks.” I check my red lipstick in the dingy mirror.

This is as good as it’s going to get. My sparkling red minidress is an attention-getting showstopper, but the Stars-and-Stripes stilettos really spur a double take. I feel a bit like USO Barbie…who suddenly decided to walk a street corner.

Then again, it matches my new image. Gone is my squeaky-clean child-star persona. Now I’m an adult—and David never misses an opportunity to remind people that puberty hit me hard and fast by dressing me in things that cling to my ass and show off the fact I very definitely have boobs. It’s annoying…but I can’t argue with results. It’s working.

I’m just not sure I care anymore.

Another problem for another day.

“I’m ready,” I tell him as I hide my liquid lipstick in my cleavage.

When I look up from tucking the tube between my breasts, there’s a stranger standing beside David, watching my every move. I would feel ridiculous…if he hadn’t knocked the breath from me with a glance.

Holy sex drive! He’s a man, for sure, but he’s also as gorgeous as a god. He’s unbelievably tall with shoulders almost as wide, and he has eyes as dark as midnight. He’s wearing a black T-shirt that hugs the bulges of his biceps and exposes tattooed sleeves down both arms. Black denim and black boots complete the look. He’s going to swelter in today’s heat…but he’s going to look damn fine doing it.

“Hi,” I say stupidly.

He nods. “Ms. Larsen.”

David intervenes. “This is Rand Garrison, your security detail for the parade.”

The name fits him—hard, blunt, almost brutal. “Nice to meet you.”

“Same,” he murmurs.

The word doesn’t seem like a mere pleasantry. In fact, I’m hard-pressed to believe this man would bother with silly things like decorum or etiquette. I’ve met his type before—very serious and convinced he’s one of the people who stand between order and chaos in this dangerous world.

“Where’s Rob?” I ask about the guy who’s my usual security detail.

“Tossing his cookies like he’s doing a reenactment of The Exorcist. So you’ll spend the day with Rand. Former Marine and most recently a Dallas SWAT captain. Any questions?”

For a two-hour gig full of lip-synching? “No.”

“Great.” David claps his hands together impatiently. “You look fetchingly patriotic. Shake what God gave you for Uncle Sam, and you’ll do great. I’ll be waiting for you at the end of the route with Graham.”

Graham Normoth, the new British pop sensation with a velvety voice and sensitive face. Women all over the globe swoon and scream for him. Probably because they don’t know the minute he’s alone with a woman he suddenly grows six hands and a tongue like a Hoover.

“He’s here?”

“He flew in last night and wanted to surprise you, but jet lag and traffic and whatnot. He told me he can’t wait to see you after the parade.”

“Oh, great.” I do my best to sound chipper, but I’m pretty sure David knows I’m not happy.

Rand steps back and into the glow of overhead lights. He’s got a wide diagonal scar through his left eyebrow. The damage skipped over his eye, then sliced its way down his cheek, stopping just short of his mouth. I’m blinking and staring stupidly when he gestures me out of the doorway and into a deserted hall.

David hangs back, watching as Rand settles a big hand as hot as a furnace at the naked small of my back, above the backless dress’s scooped edge, before he smiles.

What are you up to?

I don’t have time to ask before Rand hustles me out of the little shop and guides me down the back of the parade route, flanking me as he escorts me to my waiting float, all while maintaining that hand on my bare skin. It’s all I can do not to shiver at his touch.

“Do you know where I’m supposed to go?” I ask to cut the tension.

“Yes.”

“Do you know the parade route?”

“Yes.”

“Did David arrange for you to ride the float with me?” It’s a genuine concern since I’ve had a few incidents over the years that rattled me.

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Just how far will she go to keep her secret crush from leaving? I’m Kayla. I’m twenty one. I’m afraid because ever since a sudden, terrible tragedy, I’m alone in the world—except for my brother’s best friend. But now Oliver intends to move back to London. I’m in love with him. And I have to persuade him to stay…somehow. Maybe if I tell him I’m a virgin and show him just how far I’m willing to go to keep him, he’ll give in. Of course, I never expected that he'd be keeping a shocking secret of his own… (Note: Originally published as His Undeniable Secret in the Alphas Heat The Sheets anthology with Jenna Jacob and Isabella LaPearl)
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Chapter One

Connecticut

Friday, March 13

Kayla

“I’m leaving,” Oliver Ryan says as I plod out of my bedroom and start a zombie-walk toward the coffeemaker for a much-needed caffeine boost.

“Where to?” It’s too early in the morning for him to head to work. I know he’s not jogging or hitting the gym in that tight gray T-shirt and the faded jeans that cling in all the right places and make me sigh. Is he going to the coffeehouse? The grocery store?

“Back to London. I’m moving. I leave tonight.”

I whirl around to face him, suddenly wide-awake. Did I hear that right? Oliver is leaving me for good?

His solemn gray eyes, like a London morning, stare back at me, unblinking.

My heart falls. “What? Why?”

“Shane’s gone.” He pulls at the back of his neck and looks away. “And it would be best if I didn’t stay.”

Best for whom?

Tomorrow, I’ll resume my last semester of college after a much-needed spring break, and I look forward to graduating in May. But if Oliver goes, I’ll be utterly alone. Yes, I’m a grown woman. I’m capable of making my own decisions. I’ve been doing that since I turned eighteen and my mother decided to follow her heart—and her latest fling—to Italy. Of course I can live alone.

But I don’t want to.

“You’ll do great,” Oliver murmurs before he turns away.

I’m somewhere between shocked and numb as I brew my coffee. Is there anything I can say or do to change his mind? A hundred ideas run through my brain. They all sound ridiculous.

Without his best friend here, why would Oliver stay?

As the brew finishes dripping into my cup, he whisks by, carrying a pair of suitcases, shoulders and arms bulging, and heads toward the front door. I chew my lip, fighting panic. He’s already packed? Yes, and he has one foot out the door.

God, my life is falling apart.

For the past three years, I’ve had two anchors: my brother, Shane, and his best friend, Oliver. They took me under their wing after my mother skipped the continent. They were both protective and supportive, in some ways more nurturing than Mom. Most special, they were always there for me. Vice versa, too.

Then, nearly four weeks ago, Shane fell asleep at the wheel after pulling double shifts at the hospital and hit an embankment. He died instantly, just shy of his twenty-ninth birthday. Since then, Oliver and I have been dealing with his funeral, his estate…and the never-ending nightmare of grief. I still can’t believe it. The three of us enjoyed such a wonderful Valentine’s Day together. None of us had anyone special in our romantic lives, so we watched goofy movies and gorged on candy. Of course, I had to pretend I wasn’t ogling Oliver…

Two days later, my brother died.

I’ve thanked God every day that Shane didn’t suffer and that Oliver has been my shoulder to cry on, my hand to hold, my rock. I haven’t completely fallen apart because I’ve had the stiff-upper-lip Brit beside me.

And now he’s leaving. Shock still pings through my system.

I want to beg him to stay. But if returning home will make him happy, how can I be selfish? He’s more than done his duty after Shane’s death. Staying in the house where we all lived as a mismatched family of sorts must hurt Oliver the same way it pains me. Shane’s absence often feels like a black hole sucking me under when I least expect it.

I have to let Oliver move on and be happy…even if that’s without me.

Shane bequeathed me his house, which was paid off in the event of his death. I also inherited my brother’s life insurance money, which will help me finish school debt free. I have a roof over my head and I never have to worry where my next meal is coming from. I’m smart and I’ve maintained most of the household responsibilities for years. I’ll certainly survive.

But somehow, I know my life will never be right again without Oliver Ryan.

“You’re really going tonight?” My voice trembles as I leave my coffee untouched and follow him to the door. “And you’re not coming back?”

He thrusts long fingers through his short brown waves, then flicks his gray eyes in my direction. After a quick glance at my face and a discreet peek lower, he looks away. “I am.”

I glance down at myself. Crap, I’m still wearing exactly what I slept in: tiny pink boy shorts and the matching pale tank top, almost transparent from years of washing. I wince. Oliver can probably see my nipples. And with the morning chill, the hard peaks poke the cotton. I’ve had these pajamas since I was a kid. They’re too tight, and I should trash them, but I love their softness.

I cross my arms over my chest for modesty. After all, inadvertently flashing Oliver is obviously making him uncomfortable. No surprise since he probably sees me as a sister. He’s behaved like my second big brother for years.

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Chapter One

Dallas

4 p.m.

Jett

She’s late.

Maybe she’s not coming, asshole.

That’s a distinct possibility.

What did you expect? You’re the enemy.

I am, and she’s too smart not to realize I’m springing a trap. She also knows I’m powerful enough to destroy her and all she holds dear.

But I’d rather not. Does she know that, too?

I shove the thought away. What’s in Whitney Chancellor’s mind—and heart—now shouldn’t matter. She made a choice, and I’m going to make her regret it.

You made a choice, too. And she probably hates your fucking guts for it.

But that doesn’t change anything. If she doesn’t show today, I’ll keep coming at her. I have ways to bend her to my will.

She will give me what I want.

I tap an impatient thumb on the charred wood of the handscraped bar. The faux-rustic room is designed to be a “laid-back” watering hole, but since it sits in the middle of a horribly pretentious hotel in an exclusive, five-star part of town, I’m calling bullshit.

I’ve been here ten minutes, and I already despise this place.

You’re just nervous.

No shit. But this site is less than two miles from her house, so I’m here.

It’s been eight years, and I traveled halfway around the world for this. For her.

That doesn’t mean she’ll come, especially since you ordered her to.

In hindsight, that may not have been my best strategy, but cushioning my approach would have been counterproductive. It’s best if she understands I’m a world-class bastard, and nothing—not even her—will soften me.

Whitney has probably discerned that. After all, I’ve put her in a terrible position. One of two things will happen next: she’ll sweetly capitulate like she seemingly did all those years ago…or she’ll tell me to go fuck myself. With her, I’ve got a fifty-fifty shot.

I’m almost hoping she chooses the latter.

At the sound of heels clicking across the tile floors in the otherwise empty bar, I snap around.

And I nearly drop my jaw.

Holy motherfucking son of a bitch.

Why is Whitney still so beautiful that, when I see her, I struggle to string two thoughts together?

She approaches me, dark hair curling past her elbows, mouth rosy, jewelry understated, ankle-strap heels classic—and black dress instantly sweat-inducing.

A band of fabric hugs her neck like a collar. Intermittent, gradually widening strips—strung together only by a loose lacing of satin playing a daring peekaboo with her exposed skin in between—tapers down, ending with a black leather belt that cinches her small waist. Her shoulders are covered. So are her tits—barely. But I can’t not see their tempting swells or the soft valley in between. The skirt ends halfway down her sleek thighs where another subtle row of crisscrossed ribbons mirrors the bodice detail just above her flirty hem.

Two things are immediately obvious: I still can’t look at Whitney without desperately craving her, and she isn’t wearing a goddamn bra.

This dress would make any other woman look like a whore. Somehow, she elevates it to elegant.

Clearly, she came to make me suffer.

She stops at the bar less than three feet from me, and I’d be a lying SOB if I said my heart wasn’t pounding.

“Whitney.”

She turns to glance at me over her shoulder, hazel eyes full of anger. “Jett. What do you want?”

A dangerous question.

“To talk.” For starters.

“I don’t have anything to say to you.”

She’s lying.

“So you don’t want to save your brother?”

Her expression spits hostility. “You know I do. Or I wouldn’t be here.”

Yes, just like I know she’s incredibly loyal to him. She’d do anything for him. I’m banking on that.

Whitney sets her small, chic purse on the bar, laying her left hand on top of it. She’s wearing an engagement ring.

Fuck. It’s not even subtle. It’s a statement rock, designed to flash a warning to every other man to back the hell off.

Too bad for her fiancé nothing will make me comply.

“Congratulations.” I cast a pointed glare at her ring. “Who’s the lucky dick?”

“None of your business. I presume you summoned me here to negotiate?”

I nod and try to keep my cool. I’d much rather seduce her—and she probably knows that. It kills me to remember I was the first man to lay his lips on hers. The first man to possess her mouth. She was a very sweet sixteen to my horny twenty-one. I was old enough to know better but too desperate to touch her to care.

Almost.

By sheer willpower, I stopped myself short of doing something her very affluent family would have insisted I go to prison for.

In the end, my restraint didn’t matter. Nearly slipping that one moment cost me everything.

That seems like a lifetime ago.

Her hypnotic eyes aren’t filled with innocence anymore. Nope, when she looks at me now, I see venom.

“What’s your offer?” she demands.

“In a hurry? Why don’t we have a drink? I haven’t seen you in a long time.”

She scoffs. “Let’s not pretend I matter to you.”

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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21607 (not accurate)
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Seducing the Stranger - Forbidden Confessions
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Shayla Black
Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	9781936596683
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Will a hot night with a stranger spark more than she ever imagined? I’m Calla. I’m responsible. I plan. I’m cautious—always. Until I see him, the gorgeous stranger with the rugged hands and the dark mood. Instantly, I’m drawn. I can’t stop staring. I can’t stop wanting. When he makes me an indecent proposal, I do something shocking. I say yes. I follow a man whose name I don’t know to his hotel room so I can surrender my body. But what have I gotten myself into? And what will happen when I accidentally discover the identity of my sexy stranger? Enjoy this Forbidden Confession. HEA guaranteed!
Books in Series:	Forbidden Confessions Series by Shayla Black
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Chapter One

Las Vegas

4 p.m.

Calla

The tall man with the dark beard and even darker eyes striding into the swanky hotel bar might be the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Oh, dear god.

I sit up a little straighter in my barstool and cast a sidelong stare as the stranger stops six feet from me. He motions the bartender for a beer, then slams his hands on the bar and hangs his head. I can’t help but notice his hands—big and bronzed with pronounced veins running from hair-roughened forearms to blunt knuckles. Long fingers taper to clean, brutally short nails.

I shiver. I’m in lust. I have a thing for hands, and his are the stuff out of my fantasies.

Though his head is down, nothing about him seems despondent. Or heartbroken. But he’s feeling something… Frustrated? Exasperated?

Finally, he raises his head and stares straight ahead. I glimpse his expression in the massive mirror over the bar. He’s angry. Incredibly, blazingly pissed off. The fury in his eyes should scare me. It could launch rockets and scorch earth.

Perversely, I’m even more aroused. Or maybe that’s just his overall effect on me.

As if he suddenly realizes he’s not alone, he shifts his regard. Our gazes meet in the mirror. My heart pounds. I should look away, let him have a moment of privacy to deal with whatever’s troubling him. But I can’t seem to pry my stare free.

He turns his head, eyes narrowed, and all his considerable attention falls on me. My breath catches.

Has any man ever affected me this way?

The simple answer? No. Never. Not once.

And I’m loving every moment I spend pinned under his stare.

“What?” His confrontational bark startles me. His voice is as rough and merciless as his expression.

“Are you okay?”

He says nothing for a long moment, and I’m convinced he’s going to blow me off. I doubt he’s feeling conversational. And I’m sure the zing of attraction is completely one-sided.

Finally, he growls, “What’s your name?”

I swallow. “Calla.”

His gaze dips to my nearly empty tumbler. “What are you drinking, Calla?”

“Amaretto.”

Just then, the bartender sets a frosty mug of some dark, imported beer in front of the gorgeous stranger. I realize then he never told me his name.

“Get her another,” he tells the bartender.

I should refuse. I came off the plane from LA three hours ago, and I still haven’t eaten lunch. I know without looking that dinnertime is fast approaching and I should find something to fill my stomach before I drink more. But if this shiver-worthy stranger is buying me a drink, I’m going to smile at him, partake, and continue to stare my fill.

“Thank you,” I murmur.

When the bartender steps away to mix my cocktail, the gorgeous man cocks his head. “Has anyone ever made you furious beyond words?”

I consider his question. While I had a college roommate who came close once… “No.”

But disappointed me? Oh, yeah. All the time.

“So you don’t have any advice?” He gulps half his beer, giving no hint that he’s actually enjoying it on the way down.

“Other than to say it’s not smart to try drowning it in booze, no.”

He grunts before he downs more of his brew. “I should have guessed you’ve never been that angry. You’ve got a halo.”

“What does that mean?”

“The overhead lights reflect off all your shiny blond hair. When I walked in the door, it was the first thing I noticed. Makes you look like you have a halo.” His eyes narrow again. “You’ve got an angelic face to match.”

Is that a compliment or a sneer?

The bartender sets my fresh drink beside the empty one, then sweeps the first tumbler away. I see a smile lurking at his mouth before he disappears into a back room, leaving me alone with the surly stranger.

“I’m no angel,” I argue.

He raises an inky black brow and studies me so intently I have to struggle not to squirm under his gaze. “You’re under twenty-five. You have a steady job. Your apartment is somewhere between clean and spotless. You’ve probably never had more than a parking ticket. And”—he leans in, dark eyes drilling down through mine as if he can read my mind or see into my soul—“I’ll bet you’ve had fewer than five lovers. You’ve definitely never had a one-night stand. Where I come from, that basically makes you an angel.”

My mouth hangs open. Yes, I’m gaping, but…how did he guess so much about me? “What makes you think all that?”

“More than fifteen years in law enforcement. You get good at reading people. You going to try convincing me I’m wrong?”

“This isn’t about me.” I clear my throat. “I’m sorry if I butted in. I saw you were angry, and I asked if you were okay. If you don’t want anyone to care, then I won’t.”

Finally, he slides onto the stool next to mine and polishes off his beer. The heat of his thigh close to mine makes it hard to focus on anything except him.

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