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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)

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I spent a weekend with a mystery man I found skinny-dipping in my pool.

I had no idea I was swimming with the corporate shark trying to steal my company.

A weekend at a luxury beach house is exactly what the doctor ordered after my year from hell.

I’m looking forward to long days lounging by the pool with a good book and a glass of wine at my side. Moonlit walks along the beach are on the agenda, as is the chance to finally test out whether the cooking classes I invested in were worth the money.

All those glorious plans get tossed aside when I spot a stranger in the pool within minutes after I arrive for my peaceful escape from the big city.

I do what any New Yorker would I curse at him.

He laughs at me.

When I order him to get out of the pool, he does just that…completely naked.

It turns out the mystery man owns the beach house next to the one I’m staying in.

What was supposed to be a long weekend of solitude turns into three days of solid fun, as in he’s solid from head to toe.

We part ways with nothing but sweet memories.

Six weeks later, I walk into the most important meeting of my life and find him sitting across from me.

Holden Sheppard may be my corporate enemy, but it takes all my strength not to be charmed back into his arms and his bed

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CHAPTER ONE

Greer

“Greer Laurel Irwin, are you seriously not going to tell me where you are?” Krista Bellard, one of my oldest and sometimes dearest friends, whines over the phone.

I smile at the sound of my full name. She only uses it when she really wants something from me. In this case, it’s information about my current whereabouts, but that’s top secret. Krista can’t stand being out of the loop, and right now, her curiosity is getting the better of her.

“You know you always have more fun when I’m with you,” she says.

I’d amend that statement with an almost right before the always because things haven’t been as rosy as they could be when we’ve been together over the past few months.

Krista’s upcoming wedding has taken its toll on her and our friendship. I can’t blame her for any of it, though. She’s trying to balance the requests of her mom and her future mother-in-law with her fiancé’s vision for the wedding. Add the demands of our shared business to that, and Krista’s plate is full.

I feel a slight pang of guilt for keeping my destination a secret, but it vanishes as I step inside the house that will be my home for the next three days.

East Hampton is a dream this time of year. When I realized I had the opportunity to stay here for an entire weekend, I jumped at the chance. I was tempted to cartwheel at the chance, but I left those days behind when I gave up cheerleading after high school.

That was fourteen years ago. I shake my head at the thought of the girl I was on the day I graduated as a senior with an eye on the future.

My life hasn’t conformed to the script I thought it would, but I’m not complaining.

“I’m in a safe place,” I say to Krista as I drop my overnight bag and purse on the white tile floor in the entryway. “It’s very safe here.”

“That’s a shitty clue, Greer.” She laughs. The sound is so warm and comforting that I can’t help but smile. Krista’s laughs have always been the best.

“I prefer to remain clueless.” I sit with that for a second before I chuckle. “You know what I mean.”

“I know that you needed a break from Manhattan.” She sighs. “My big break is coming up, so how can I fault you for wanting one, too?”

She can’t.

She’s set to jet off to Hawaii in just a few months for her honeymoon. Since it’s her favorite place on earth, I’m over the moon happy for her.

East Hampton may not be Honolulu, but it’s the perfect place for me to relax. I have three days to do that, and I plan on taking advantage of every second.

“If you run into any issues with…”

“Stop,” Krista jumps in to interrupt me. “You’re off the clock in every way. I vow not to disturb you for any reason. In fact, I’ll forget your phone number until Monday at nine a.m. sharp.”

I don’t bother reminding her that I’ll be back in Manhattan by six p.m. sharp on Sunday night. “What is my phone number, Krista?”

Silence greets me before she laughs again. “Very funny. I admit I don’t know it off the top of my head, but I’ll ignore your name in my contact list until Monday morning. How’s that?”

I’m all in since it’s just past seven p.m. on Thursday. I have all day Friday, Saturday, and most of Sunday to lose myself in the fresh air and the breeze coming off the water since this gorgeous gem of a house is beachfront with a perfect ocean view.

“Deal,” I whisper, knowing I’ll be the first person she calls if there’s an emergency. I always am.

“I love you, Greer,” she says. “In case I don’t say it often enough.”

We promised years ago that we’d never end a conversation without those three words, so I repeat them, “I love you.”

“I hope this weekend gives you everything you need.” Her voice softens. “Get a little sun if possible, and some sex wouldn’t hurt you, although some of the best sex I’ve ever had hurt a little.”

I’m not about to open a discussion about my non-existent sex life, so I avoid it altogether. “Don’t stress about the wedding plans. You’ve got this.”

“I sure do,” she says, but doubt taints each word. “I’ll see you on Monday, Greer.”

Before I can tell her goodbye, she ends the call. I toss my phone on a table next to where I’m standing. The vase filled with wildflowers that is sitting on it is an added bonus. I make a mental note to thank the owner of the house for her hospitality with a card and a fresh fruit bouquet.

Like a moth to a flame, I’m drawn to the wall of windows that beckon from across the expansive space. I dart around the large, comfy-looking furniture and a tall lamp set up next to a chair. I’ll put that to good use later when I sit down to open a thriller novel for the first time in years.

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Rook (The Buck Boys Heroes #6) Read Online Deborah Bladon http://www.ilovenovels.com/rook-the-buck-boys-heroes-6-read-online-deborah-bladon Sat, 30 Mar 2024 18:33:55 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/rook-the-buck-boys-heroes-6-read-online-deborah-bladon Genre: Alpha Male Authors: Deborah Bladon Series: The Buck Boys Heroes Series by Deborah Bladon
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)

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I’m a fragrance chemist with a genius IQ. He’s a hotshot, dirty-talking lawyer.So long, virginity. I almost have it all including a loving family, a not-too-annoying best friend, and a thriving career I’m proud of.What I don’t have and have never had is a lover.I’m a… (wait for it because I have)… twenty-nine-year-old virgin.I’m determined to change that on my thirtieth birthday.I devise a plan to make it happen. The plan consists of a hookup app and some liquid courage in the form of a few glasses of champagne.My perfect plan falls apart when I blurt out to the hottest man on the planet that I’m still carrying my V-card.Being the gentleman he is, he offers to help me out.I should say no because he’s my sister’s boss, but he’s too good to pass up. I mean, the offer is too good to pass up. (Either way, I’m not about to turn him down.)Rook Thorsen will be my first, and then we’ll part ways because he has a law firm to run and a daughter to raise.I have a heart that I protect at all costs, so our first time arrangement suits me just fine.Until I realize that one night with Rook isn’t nearly enough.

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CHAPTER ONE

Carrie

As soon as I turn around, my gaze drops to the man on one knee in front of me.

“Not now, Telford,” I scold him. “We’re on a tight deadline.”

He ignores everything I just said. “Love Bug, you own the key to my heart, so go ahead and use it to open our wedlock.”

I flash him two thumbs down. “Epic fail, Tel.”

His nose scrunches, causing his eyeglasses to wiggle. “What? An epic fail? Why?”

I motion for him to stand. “Get up.”

He darts to both feet, straightening the employee ID badge hanging from the lanyard around his neck. “Will I ever get it right?”

I can’t promise he will, so I do the next best thing and offer the reassurance I know he needs. “Stop searching online for proposal scripts. You’ve got this. All you need to do is speak from the heart.”

“From the heart?” A look of horror flashes over his expression. “How? What? Why?”

I hold in a grin. “Yes, from the heart.”

He taps his chest before his hand jumps to his forehead, pushing a few strands of his blond hair aside. “This heart and this mind don’t communicate.”

“They communicate non-stop.” I glance at the clock hanging on the wall in our lab. “You’re a scientist. You know this.”

“I’m not talking about my subconscious mind.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m talking about my conscious mind and its inability to come up with even one original romantic thought. Do I need to remind you about what happened last Valentine’s Day?”

Shaking my head, I shudder. “Please, no. Don’t do that.”

Ignoring my wishes yet again, Telford Harpin sighs. “I ordered what I thought was a singing telegram. It was actually a strip-o-gram, Carrie. A strip-o-gram.”

Even though I’m well aware of what went down on February fourteenth, since it happened right in front of me, I stay silent.

Telford has brought up that mistake at least a dozen times since.

I admit, I’ve replayed the moment in my mind more than that because the stripper was all kinds of hot. Telford stood in shock in the corner of the lab with his mouth hanging open until the stripper was down to his tighty whities. That’s when Tel decided to step in and pull the plug on his elaborate Valentine’s gift. It was in the nick of time because one of the executives of the company we work for showed up just as the stripper finished putting his clothes back on.

Crew Benton, the COO of Matiz Cosmetics, greeted the stripper with a hearty “hello” before he strolled over to Telford and me to discuss the project we were working on at the time.

It was a close call that could have ended horribly.

Telford glances toward the door of our lab. “I need guidance here. Your sister got engaged recently. What was her proposal like?”

“Her fiancé was naked.” I smile. “My sister was, too.”

“Naked?” The look of horror reappears on Tel’s face. “I’m not proposing naked. No damn way.”

I glance at his perfectly pressed white button-down shirt before my gaze drops to his brown pants and beyond to his sensible shoes. “Just because it worked for them doesn’t mean it will for everyone.”

“Their proposal wasn’t in public, was it?”

I bark out a laugh. “No. Abby told me that Declan dropped to one knee after they… you know. It all sounded very romantic. He gave her the ring that her late mom wore.”

My stepsister’s face lit up when she told me her engagement story. I’ve never seen her happier, but I suspect I will a week and a half from now when she gets married.

Telford clicks the pen in his hand. “It’s not my style, but I guess it’s a proposal Abby will never forget.”

“She won’t.” I smile. “We need to work. We have to turn in our samples by the end of the day.”

Telford glances at the long counter that holds all of the vials that contain small amounts of the concoctions we’ve spent the past two months working on. Matiz is one of the world’s most successful cosmetic brands. When I landed a position as a fragrance chemist with the company, it was like winning the lottery. The job is everything I’ve ever wanted, but if we don’t get these samples submitted now, we’ll have a lot of explaining to do.

“Let’s get to work.” He looks into my green eyes. “My next proposal will be the one. I can feel it.”

I’m not convinced, but I give him an A for effort.

“That dress could not be more perfect.” My sister stands back and stares at me. “Look at your waist, Carrie.”

I adjust my black-rimmed eyeglasses and peer into the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the middle of this bridal boutique. Katie Rose Bridal is the go-to destination in Manhattan if you need a wedding gown in record time and a gorgeous deep green maid-of-honor dress.

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Greed (The Buck Boys Heroes #5) Read Online Deborah Bladon http://www.ilovenovels.com/greed-the-buck-boys-heroes-5-read-online-deborah-bladon Mon, 04 Sep 2023 20:22:44 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/greed-the-buck-boys-heroes-5-read-online-deborah-bladon Genre: Contemporary Authors: Deborah Bladon Series: The Buck Boys Heroes Series by Deborah Bladon
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)

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A red-hot billionaire offered me a ride home. I’m about to find out if he’s as greedy in the bedroom as he is in business. The night I met Declan Wells, I was dressed as a fairytale princess. He looked like the devil in disguise. When my rideshare driver was a no-show, Declan offered me a lift home. Since we worked in the same building in Lower Manhattan, I didn’t see the harm in it. I had no idea that night would end with my gown and tiara on Declan’s bedroom floor. I had more fun than I’ve ever had before, so when Declan suggested a friends-with-extra-fun-benefits arrangement, I was completely on board. As an attorney, I don’t have time for a serious relationship, and after my messy divorce, I’m determined to honor my commitment to put my career before everything else. But then, Declan walks into my law firm with an offer too good to pass up. Agreeing to represent him is the best decision I’ve ever made.
Or is it the worst?

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CHAPTER ONE

Abby

“What do we have here?”

I turn at the sound of the deeply seductive voice behind me. I’m not alarmed, but maybe I should be, given that it’s Saturday night and I’m alone on a sidewalk in Manhattan.

My gaze trails over expensive black leather shoes before landing on a well-tailored tuxedo. When I finally glance at the man’s face, I already know what I’ll find.

Eyes that are a shade of blue that the bright summer sky would envy stare at me. His bone structure is something out of the studio of a sculptor, and his dark brown hair is styled back from his forehead, giving him a look that speaks of sophistication.

He’s not a stranger to me, although we’ve never met.

“Hey,” I toss that out nonchalantly as if I’m unaware that I look like I stepped out of a child’s fairytale book, complete with the fake diamond tiara on my head and the glass slippers on my feet.

They’re not actually slippers or crafted of glass. They’re three-inch clear heels made from some type of plastic resin that is pinching the life out of my toes.

He looks at the light blue satin gown I’m wearing. “Your chariot has turned into a pumpkin. That’s why I heard you curse just now.”

“Curse?” A soft smile edges over my lips. “I swore.”

“You did,” he agrees with a nod of his chin. “I believe fuck was the word you chose to express your disappointment at being stood up by your rideshare.”

I shake my head. “I said all that out loud?”

“Loudly,” he makes the subtle correction. “Were you at a costume party?”

“Were you?” I bounce the question back at him.

“This is a tux.” He tugs on one of the lapels of the black jacket. “I’d only wear this to a costume party if I were pretending to be a billionaire.”

“Which suggests that you are a billionaire.”

He grins. “I didn’t say that.”

He didn’t need to.

I know exactly who he is.

He’s Declan Wells. He co-owns one of the most successful men’s underwear brands in the world. The company bears his surname. The headquarters for Wells happens to be in the same building where I work.

I’ve seen Mr. Wells in the lobby on more than one occasion. I’ve stood in front of him after boarding the elevator on the way up to my office at Thorsen & Associates. The legal firm is one floor below the three floors that Wells inhabits.

“I was at a fundraiser,” he says. “You weren’t. I know that because I would remember seeing you there.”

Tucking a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear, I sigh. “My fundraiser gown is green. This is my surprise-my-friend’s-daughter-on-her-fourth-birthday gown.”

“Do four-year-olds party until midnight?”

“The party broke up at seven-thirty,” I clarify. “The birthday girl was in bed by nine, but then her mom ordered take-out and wine, and well…”

“Well, how can a beautiful hazel-eyed princess turn that down?”

I smile at the compliment. “She couldn’t.”

He glances at the approaching traffic. “My driver is close.”

“Mine isn’t. I need to order another ride.”

“We’ll drop you off,” he offers. “There’s more than enough room in my car for you and your tiara.”

I smooth my fingers over the clear stones on the headpiece. “Thank you, but I’ll grab another ride.”

“You can trust me.”

My eyes lock on his. “Can I?”

That sends his head back in laughter, and it’s a sight to behold. Some men are handsome. Others border on gorgeous, but Declan Wells is in his own category. I know I’m not the only one who thinks that. Half of the women I work with have mentioned how hot he is.

His hand dives into the inner pocket of his jacket. He produces a leather wallet. He has it open in no time, and his driver’s license is in his palm.

“See for yourself.” He turns the license toward me so I can read the details, including his birthdate, thirty-three years ago.

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Trust (The Buck Boys Heroes #4) Read Online Deborah Bladon http://www.ilovenovels.com/trust-the-buck-boys-heroes-4-read-online-deborah-bladon Fri, 18 Nov 2022 16:24:49 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/trust-the-buck-boys-heroes-4-read-online-deborah-bladon Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Authors: Deborah Bladon Series: The Buck Boys Heroes Series by Deborah Bladon
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Total pages in book: 80
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My older brother’s best friend crashed my twenty-first birthday party.
Then he took me home with him.
Harrison Keene is the type of man women chase.
So they can yell at him.
He’s as arrogant as they come.
Sinfully handsome and annoying blunt, he was born with a diamond-encrusted silver spoon in his mouth.
Harrison is the heir to the Keene family fortune.
He also happens to be my older brother’s best friend.
Add the biggest jerk in Manhattan to that list because Harrison crashed my twenty-first birthday party.
He overheard me making plans to meet my friends at a bar on the Lower East Side, so he decided to show up without an invitation.
Unsurprisingly, within twenty minutes of his arrival, Harrison did something that got us tossed out of the bar.
I tried to walk away, but Harrison wouldn’t let me.
He insisted I go home with him.
I knew I shouldn’t, but I did it anyways.
When I woke up the next morning in his bed, everything between us had changed.

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CHAPTER ONE

Ava

I can’t deny that there’s something fascinating about the way Harrison Keene gazes at the women in this elevator. He studies each for a moment as if he’s cataloging their features in his mind.

Currently, he’s looking at a woman standing a foot away from me. Her nose piercing sports a small silver ring. It only adds to the beauty of her face.

The woman beside her has a sleeve of tattoos as brightly colored as her fire engine red hair. It looks like every shade of purple is included in her eye makeup. It’s a striking masterpiece that I know I couldn’t pull off.

When she catches my eye, she offers me a grin.

I smile back because a smile is free to give, and what you get in return may be priceless.

Those wise words come courtesy of my older brother, Sean. He’s the one who doles out the uplifting advice. My oldest brother, Declan, doesn’t see the world through the same lens as Sean. He’s more cynical and pragmatic.

Lucky for them, I love them equally.

I look at Harrison as his gaze shifts from one woman to the other.

It’s only a matter of time until he glances in my direction.

There it is.

His ocean blue eyes narrow as he looks at me. His brow furrows briefly before it relaxes again, chasing away my wonder about whether or not he recognizes me.

He doesn’t.

But I’d know him anywhere.

His dark brown hair is shorter than I remember. A precise cut controls the curls that punctuated his youth.

He’s thirty now.

The last time I saw him, he was twenty-three, and I had just turned fourteen.

I had a pixie cut at the time, inspired by some supermodel that could pull it off because she had sky-high cheekbones and a perfectly petite nose.

I have neither, so short hair didn’t do me any favors. I discovered that when I moved to London after high school graduation and let my hair grow. The wheat-colored mane is past my shoulders now. The color has always complemented my blue eyes.

Harrison’s gaze drops to the dress I’m wearing. Pale pink, tight at the waist, and the bottom hem hits mid-thigh. My mom would scold me for wearing something like this, but my luggage is caught somewhere between Heathrow and LaGuardia, and this dress was the first thing I tugged out of a box of old clothes I had stored at Declan’s apartment.

It made me seriously question my fashion choices when I was seventeen.

The elevator slows to a stop on the twelfth floor. The woman with the nose ring and her tattooed friend bolt toward the doors, talking so softly that I can only make out something about a juicy steak for dinner and a vodka martini.

I could use one of each, but dinner is hours away, and I’m not legally allowed to partake in vodka in this city until the clock strikes midnight. Besides, my plans for the rest of the day don’t include a drop of alcohol.

As the doors slide shut, my handsome elevator companion takes another look at me.

I tilt my chin up, wondering if he’ll notice the faint scar that runs over my chin. He knows that story. I was there when Sean told him.

“I’m Harrison Keene,” he says, and my insides instantly bunch together in a tight knot of need.

I felt that briefly when I first heard the deep rasp of his voice when I was a teenager, but now that I’m on the cusp of my twenty-first birthday, it hits harder and in just the right spot.

I want to press my thighs together so I can feel that bite of friction that comes when you move in a brand new pair of lace underwear that is, unfortunately (fortunately?), a size too small.

The lace has been digging into my flesh since I slid them on earlier.

I ignore his announcement about his name because what am I supposed to say in response?

I’m your best friend’s younger sister, and you don’t recognize me? I had my first orgasm years ago when I touched myself while I imagined you unbuttoning your jeans?

All of that stays inside me as I turn to watch the numbers on display above the doors as we descend toward the lobby.

One of the two people still on this ride with us clears his throat. “Hey, Mr. Keene. I thought that was you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch the movement of Harrison’s arms as he buttons the jacket of his tailored suit. I’d say dark gray is his color, but who the hell would I be kidding? I saw him in a black T-shirt one day a long time ago, and that memory has never left my mind.

He turns his attention to the man, who now has a broad smile. “You’re Joe Bunchen’s son, aren’t you?”

Apparently, Harrison didn’t name-drop himself as a courtesy to me. He was starting a conversation with the man standing next to him.

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Saint (The Buck Boys Heroes #3) Read Online Deborah Bladon http://www.ilovenovels.com/saint-the-buck-boys-heroes-3-read-online-deborah-bladon Mon, 27 Jun 2022 15:18:05 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/saint-the-buck-boys-heroes-3-read-online-deborah-bladon Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Romance Authors: Deborah Bladon Series: The Buck Boys Heroes Series by Deborah Bladon
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I called the police on my cocky, condescending neighbor last night. Today I found out he’s my new billionaire boss. My neighbor could win an award for being the rudest man in New York City. It wouldn’t kill him to hold the elevator for me when I’m running late. He also plays music way too loud, entertains a lot, and is constantly knocking on my door for no good reason. Whenever I do answer, I tell him to get lost. His response is always the same – his signature smirk and a wink. He tosses me a goddamn wink because he knows he’s that good-looking. Last night, he had a party. I’m all for having fun, but when it dragged on past midnight, I went next door and asked the arrogant jerk to tone it down. He offered me a drink and told me to lighten up. Lighten up? I did what any woman who needed to sleep would do. I called the police, hoping they could get him to shut up. It worked… until this morning. I just arrived for my first day at my new job. It might also be my last because I just caught sight of my ridiculously handsome boss, and this time, he’s not wearing handcuffs.
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Chapter One

Callie

“Wait!” I yell as I race out of my apartment with one of my red-soled heels in my hand. “Hold the elevator!”

I slam the door shut before turning to face the open elevator at the end of the corridor.

Just as I suspect, my gorgeous neighbor is standing front and center in the elevator with a smirk on his face as he tugs his phone out of the inner pocket of his suit jacket.

Dammit.

He’s all perfectly styled dark brown hair, big brown eyes, and a body that I can’t stare at too long or all kinds of dirty fantasies trample every other thought I’ve ever had.

The man is the epitome of hot, but he’s rude.

He’s not just rude. He’s next level extra rude.

“Hold it,” I call out. “I’m going to be late for a job interview unless I get on it now.”

The smug-faced jerk raises his big hand in the air and waves at me like he’s on a float in a parade as the elevator doors slide shut.

“Asshole!” I scream just before they close, hoping this time he gets the message that he’s not a good neighbor.

He’s the worst neighbor I’ve ever had, and that’s saying a lot.

Until a few weeks ago, I lived in a cramped two-bedroom walk-up with three friends from college.

Our next-door neighbor was our landlord.

He never had one complaint about any of us, but he must have wished he were a chef in another life because every night, he’d cook up something that smelled like a sewer.

He always brought the leftovers over to our place.

Not wanting to insult him, one of us would accept the food with a grin.

Even if we sprinted down to the basement to toss it in the incinerator as soon as the coast was clear, the lingering scent of his home-cooked meal permeated our apartment until the next night when the same thing happened again.

That’s one of the reasons why I jumped at the opportunity to stay at my oldest brother’s apartment while he’s working in Phoenix for three months.

When Grady asked if I’d apartment sit to help him out, I knew that he was doing it as a favor to me.

Living rent-free in a luxury apartment in a building on Madison Avenue is a step up in every conceivable way.

Or it was until I realized that I live next door to one of Manhattan’s biggest jerks.

I glance to the left when I hear a door creak open.

“Calliope?” The woman who lives down the hall from me peeks out from around her partially open apartment door. “Is everything all right, dear?”

When we first met in the lobby, I introduced myself as Callie Morrow. She took it upon herself to ask if that was short for Calliope. Not wanting to start off on the wrong foot, I decided not to lie, so I admitted that was my name.

She hasn’t stopped calling me that since.

“Everything is fine, Mrs. Sweeney,” I call out to her. “I have a job interview, and I missed the elevator.”

“You can take the stairs,” she suggests.

I’m all for that, but we’re on the twenty-second floor, and I’m wearing a snug skirt. “I’ll wait for the elevator.”

I trudge past her, still holding tightly to my left shoe. I finally shimmy my foot into it once I’m at the elevator. I push the call button twice. Once to send it sailing back up here as soon as Mr. Big Jerk gets off in the lobby, and a second time while pretending I’m poking him in the eye.

If Mrs. Sweeney didn’t have her eagle eyes on me, I’d be partaking in a round of boxing with the air at the moment to ease all of the pent-up frustration I feel.

She ventures out of her apartment far enough to give me a view of her lilac tracksuit and matching sneakers. It pairs perfectly with the gray curls on her head.

Mrs. Sweeney’s fashion sense is on point.

When I’m eighty-nine, I hope I look as fabulous as she does.

She gives me a look from head to toe, pushing her wire-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose. “That outfit you’re wearing screams professional woman looking for a full-time, high-paying job with benefits and room for advancement, Calliope.”

That’s saying a lot.

I chose a black pencil skirt and plain white blouse because it’s what every female executive at Mirnan Mortgage wears. I did a deep dive on their social media pages last night to get a feel for the company.

It’s not my dream job, but bartending won’t fulfill all of my financial goals.

That’s my current gig since I lost my junior marketing position with a party supplies company when a competitor bought them out.

I’ve worked at the bar on and off for the past three years since I turned twenty-one. When I found myself without a job last month, the bar’s owner offered me two extra shifts per week. I’m grateful, but I have a degree in marketing that I want to put to use.

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He’s dangerous, addictive, and my newest assignment. The future I desperately crave rests in the palm of his hand. Breathtakingly handsome and painfully private, he’s the sinner who killed a saint. That’s what the world sees when they catch a glimpse of Kavan Bane. He’s the mysterious billionaire tucked away in his penthouse high above Manhattan. My job is to understand him. His goal is to break me. Only one of our hearts will survive. Let the cruel games begin.
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Chapter One

Juliet

“Do you have protection?”

That question doesn’t surprise me in the least. My older sister is always looking out for me. It’s one of the reasons she bought this luxurious two-bedroom apartment in the heart of Tribeca.

Before she moved to New York City, I lived in a cramped room at an airport hotel. It was cheap and close to public transportation, so the commute to my workplace in midtown Manhattan was long but not horrible.

Living in Tribeca has made the trek to the office much more enjoyable.

It’s even better for Margot. Since she relocated the offices of her lifestyle brand to the east coast from Los Angeles, it takes her less than five minutes to get to work.

Slipping on a faded denim jacket over my white eyelet blouse, I glance in her direction.

Margot is old-school-movie-star beautiful.

Her blonde hair is usually styled in a flawless French twist. Her blue eyes are always rimmed with just the right amount of eyeliner and mascara.

Her best friend, who works as a chemist at one of the country’s premier cosmetic companies, formulated a lipstick shade for Margot for her birthday. It’s called Crimson Plum, and when I tried a sample, I admit I looked like a clown.

I can’t pull off bright red lipstick, but on Margot, it only adds to her allure.

I stick with pale shades for my lips, black mascara to accentuate my hazel eyes, and loose waves for my long brown hair.

“I don’t need protection,” I assure her as I wrap my black and white polka dot scarf around my neck. “I’ll be fine, Margie.”

She sticks out the tip of her tongue the way she always does when I use her childhood nickname. “You have that whistle I gave you, don’t you? And you remember all those moves we learned in the self-defense class we took together?”

I strike a pose with my arms stretched in front of me and one knee bent in the air. I tilt my head and plaster on the scariest expression I can muster. “This was one of them, right?”

Margot shakes her head. “I’d run for the hills if I saw you on the street doing that.”

I straighten my knee and drop both hands to my hips. “I’m good then.”

“I’m coming with you,” she announces, dragging herself off the couch. “I can watch this episode later.”

“No,” I say loudly enough that it stops my sister in her tracks.

She’s wearing sweatpants and a concert tour T-shirt. Her hair is tangled in a mess around her shoulders.

Margot is the epitome of style. She only digs out her comfortable clothes and turns off her phone when she needs a break from the high pressure of her job.

“What?” she questions with widening eyes. “I can come with you if I want, Juliet.”

I refuse to allow her to interrupt her mini staycation to trudge to midtown Manhattan with me. By tomorrow morning, she’ll be back in the trenches, running her multi-million dollar company. Tonight, I want her to be Margie Bardin, lover of period romances. Sitting in front of the television, binge-watching her latest obsession that is chock-full of dukes and duchesses, is where she needs to be.

She approaches me with hurried steps until she’s standing right in front of me.

“Remember what dad taught us.” She holds out her hand. “Give me your keys so I can give you a refresher before you leave.”

I dig my keys out of the front pocket of my black jeans and deposit them in her palm even though I’ve never forgotten the trick our father taught us when I was fifteen and Margot was eighteen. It may have been ten years ago, but it feels like yesterday.

She gathers the keys in her fist before the blade of one of my keys peeks out from between two of her fingers like a mini jagged knife. “Do this if anyone tries to mug you, Juliet.”

I nod.

She lunges toward me with three stabbing motions. “Jab, jab, cut.”

I hold in a laugh because Margot can’t pull off the tough-as-nails, badass-fighter look.

“Show me,” she says, pushing the keys back at me.

Not wanting to keep the man I’m meeting waiting, I play along to appease her concern by mimicking her motions. “Jab, jab, slash.”

“Ohhh,” her voice trails. “I like that better.”

I pocket my keys and steal a glance around the living room in search of my purse. “I have to run, Margie.”

“I’ll turn on my phone because I need you to call me as soon as he gives you what you want.”

“Why don’t you ever say that after I go on a date?” I wink.

She scrunches her nose. “Let me believe you’re a virgin for at least the next ten years.”

“I’m not,” I say with a grin. “But, I’ll play along if it makes you feel better.”

“A quick knee to the groin is almost as good as the key trick.”

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My jerk of a boss is getting married today. Imagine my surprise when I found out that the bride-to-be is me. Graham Locke is cocky, condescending, and looks sinfully sexy wrapped in a thousand dollar suit. He’s also a nightmare to work for. When he sends me a text message asking me to meet him because he’s getting married, I laugh out loud. Who would marry him? It turns out I do. I literally marry my boss. It’s not for love. I can’t say it’s entirely for money, but that does factor into my decision to become Mrs. Locke for ninety days. Three months will fly by, right? Wrong. Within twenty four hours, I’m counting the seconds until I can go back to being Trina Shaw. I persevere because I’m not one to give up even though I seriously consider it. It doesn’t take long before I discover that my husband isn’t the man I thought he was. The secrets he keeps hidden close to his heart may end up breaking mine.
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Chapter One

Trina

“We’ve met, haven’t we?”

I turn at the sound of the unfamiliar voice to my left. It’s a dark-haired woman, at least twice my age, with frown lines near the corners of her mouth and a sparkle in her green eyes.

I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”

“Are you sure?” She leans closer. The smell of peppermint mixed with a citrus-scented perfume emanates from her. “I swear that I know you.”

Her gaze slides over me from head to toe, taking in the white blouse and black skirt I’m wearing.

“I have one of those faces.” I smile.

It’s the same line I always use when a stranger approaches me to ask if we know each other. I’ve been mistaken countless times for a salesperson at Macy’s or a first-grade elementary teacher. Once, a man was convinced that I was his server at a diner in the Theater District.

“You work at the library, don’t you?” She tilts her head. “The main branch. I was in there last week. You were behind the counter.”

A blonde with blue eyes and hair styled in a tight bun might have been, but I haven’t been to the New York Public Library in years. The last time was with my mom when I was ten or eleven years old.

My guess is that she’s been to my family’s bakery in Brooklyn. The walls are covered with framed photographs of my twelve siblings and me.

A man sprinting to catch the light to cross the street knocks my elbow in his rush to get past me. I stumble forward on the sidewalk, but I manage to stay upright with quick work of my feet.

“Watch it, asshole!” The woman I’ve been talking to yells after him. “It’s illegal to hurt a librarian.”

It’s wrong to run into anyone and not apologize.

I don’t have time to debate that. I need to get to work before my boss does, and since I’ve only made it a block from my apartment, I have to sprint to the subway so I won’t be late.

I turn to the woman who defends librarians. “I should go.”

“I’ll be at the library again soon.” She glances at her watch. “I’ll be sure to stop by and say hello.”

I’ll be behind my desk in an office far from there.

Correcting this woman would be the right thing to do, but I don’t want to embarrass her, and I don’t have an extra minute to spare.

“I’m Beth, by the way.” She offers her hand.

I take it in mine. “My name is Trina.”

That sets her back a step. “Trina. That suits you.”

I like that she thinks so, so I smile. “Thank you.”

Beth glances over my shoulder. “There’s the friend I’m meeting. I’ll see you again, Trina.”

I watch as she subtly slips the gold band from the ring finger on her left hand before she deposits it in the pocket of her jacket. Her smile widens as she lifts her now bare hand to wave at the man approaching us.

I doubt I’ll ever see Beth again, but I have to wonder if the man who put that ring on her finger knows what she’s doing this Tuesday morning. It’s just one of the many secrets the millions of people in New York City hold close.

My thoughts are interrupted when my phone starts ringing. I hunt through my purse before I pull it out.

Cringing, I see my boss’s name flash across the screen.

I answer immediately. “Good morning, Mr. Locke. How are you today, sir?”

“Busy,” he says brusquely in that toe-curling deep voice of his. “I’m stopping by the office to pick up my notes for my meeting with Mr. Tillery this morning. I expect those to be on my desk when I arrive in thirty minutes, Miss Shaw.”

Well, shit.

Hurrying to the corner, I wave my hand in the air, frantically searching for an available taxi.

“I’ll have that ready for you,” I say, hoping that I’m predicting the future.

“Fine.” He ends the call just like that because that’s how Graham Locke rolls. He’s all business, no politeness.

I silently fist pump the air when a taxi slows. I’ll beat Mr. Locke to the office with time to spare.

Opening the back passenger door of the taxi, I catch one last glimpse of Beth in the arms of the man she’s hiding her wedding ring from. I glance at my left hand. It’s void of any jewelry. One day I hope a man will slide a ring on my finger, and if our love is true and strong, it will stay there until I take my very last breath on this earth.

“What is this?”

Those three little words hold so much punch in my world.

Mr. Locke likes to fire them at me whenever I do something that isn’t up to his standards.

Case in point:

I ordered lunch for him one day last week. The mustard on the rye bread was of the regular yellow variety because the restaurant ran out of the gourmet whole grain type. Most people would be fine with that, but not my boss. Mr. Locke took one bite of the stacked ham and cheese overpriced monstrosity and spat it out into a napkin.

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