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outfit. Lovely. As cavalier as he was to begin with, she didn t want to reveal that, at the moment, her
attraction to him was fueling her quest for sexual experience. Much as she hated to admit that, it was
entirely, irrevocably true.
Her mind begged her to move away from him. Your terms, remember? But her body refused to listen.
One more moment of his dizzying nearness, one more second of his warm breath grazing her skin just the
way it had when he d been inside her, and she would lose this battle. She d be taking lessons from him
instead of showing him what she could do.
So why did it feel so good?
An inkling of smugness in his smile, he moved the device down to her knee and began sliding it up
the inside of her thigh. I ll take that as a yes.
No, no, no!
Evan
Happy birthday! The door flew open and the entire staff burst in, cake in tow. Snapping to attention,
Bree watched in horror as the vibrator dropped from Evan s fingers and rolled underneath her desk. For
once, he looked stunned as well.
The heart takes no prisoners.
Secrets and Seduction
© 2011 Jane Beckenham
The only emotion Leah Grainger can muster when thinking of her dead husband is relief. Until she
learns his gambling debt threatens her beloved farm and the child she wanted to protect from the rootless
existence she grew up with.
The last straw? Her husband s brother demands a meeting. When she charges into his office to tell
him she won t let another Grainger screw up her life, the startlingly handsome, former oil rig wildcatter
goes for the jugular. He s claimed legal guardianship of her daughter, bought her mortgage& and he s
moving in.
The final email Mac received from his suicidal brother blamed Leah for everything. If it s the last
thing he does, he plans to protect his niece. Even if it means using his millions to gain the upper hand. And
hardening his heart against the beautiful Leah s protests of innocence.
Yet something seems off. Leah is nothing like the uncaring woman his brother described. She s warm,
loving& and when a new threat to her child surfaces and she reaches out to him in need, his body won t let
him say no. Even when her last secret forces him to make a decision that exposes his most closely guarded
possession. His heart.
Warning: Contains tug-your-heart love, raise-the-roof lust, a marriage of convenience and hot sex
that will give a whole new meaning to the word wildcatter.
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Mac Grainger leant against the porch railing, arms folded across his broad chest. He stared at her, full
mouth curling at the corners.
Leah swallowed back the sudden lump in her throat.
He d changed from the suit he d worn at his office into a pair of jeans and Polo shirt, making him
appear deceptively approachable. Almost because Leah knew Mac Grainger wasn t a man to toy with.
A few yards behind him, parked beneath the copse of cabbage trees, was a red Ferrari. Expensive,
classic, with a hint of the devil. She shouldn t have expected anything different.
Leah backed up a step, hoping the shadow cast from the overhanging trees would hide the shock she
felt heating her cheeks. What are you doing here?
Exactly what I said I would. I take my role as uncle seriously.
The bush she d been holding slid from her grip and landed at her feet. You can t just walk in here
any time you like. This is my property. I ll&
He stepped away from the porch and took a few steps toward her. I m not going away, Leah. We
need to talk.
She glanced to the house. Charlee, please stay asleep. Not now. Not here, she countered.
He came another step closer. You can t run away.
Could he read her mind?
You don t get a choice, Leah, he reminded her.
Choice. That word highlighted their differences. Rich versus stone broke.
We can talk here, she prevaricated.
We could, but we won t.
Pardon?
Look, why make this harder than it has to be?
It s already hard. I don t want you here.
And I told you I m not going away. So I guess we re at an impasse.
For the count of several heartbeats, his dark eyes held her captive. He wasn t about to budge.
Somehow she had to get him on her side and appeal to his better nature.
Did he have one?
Of that, Leah wasn t certain. He was, after all, Curtis s brother.
Steadying her nerves, she exhaled a choppy breath and wiped her hands down her jeans. She hooked
her gaze with his, tilting her chin up a tad higher. Five minutes. That s all. Then you go.
She jumped off the back of the pickup and walked right past him, refusing to offer a whiff of
weakness, even though resignation soured in her stomach and desperation constricted every breath. She
took the front steps two at a time up to the wooden porch, where she peeled off her gumboots, entered her
house and switched the light on in the entry hall.
A crackle of electricity exploded above her, a current shooting from her fingertips and up her arm.
Ouch. She yanked her hand back. The bulb above flickered momentarily, then a loud popping sound
bounced off the walls, and the bulb died, sending the hall into darkness. Damn.
Problem?
Nothing I can t handle, she snapped. Darn it. How many more bulbs would blow? I might as well
take out shares in the company that makes those blasted bulbs, she grumbled. It s an old house and dates
back to the eighteen hundreds. There s bound to be& problems, she said, unsure why she was trying to
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