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Renegade's Magic (Soldier Son #3) Holding The Cards (Nature of Desire #1)

His brows dropped down low and he stayed silent.

Im guessing but I think it was when my aunt and Mr. Hamlin broke up that he dropped out of art school.Could be, the older receptionist agreed. What I can tell you is that as soon as his son switched to studying law the elder Mr. Hamlin was as happy and carefree as a kid on the last day of school. Before long the senior Mr. Hamlin was bringing the younger by and arranging for him to meet Mr. Bowers daughter.

The Last Bastion of the Living

You mean the two law partners acted as matchmakers.It was more than that. Both men made it clear that they expected the two to marry one day.Oh yes. Marriage with the daughter of one of the other senior partners would cement Peter the youngers position as a junior partner. His daddy was all for that.

Deeper Than Midnight (Midnight Breed #9)

Beth didnt know the politics of a law office. But what did Mr. Bower get out of this arranged marriage?More than he deserved, Sondra Reacher said with a huff. Carolyn Bower was and still is a heartless soul.

Beth could only guess what that implied. From the sound of it, Peter had gotten the short end of the deal. Right away her romantic heart kicked in, making it all the more important for her aunt to set matters straight with the man she loved. Like the plot of a book, she suspected that because he was broken-hearted hed fallen victim to his fathers schemes, given up studying art, and married the woman he didnt love. Fanciful for sure but plausible.

Forgive me for asking this, but is Mr. Hamlin easily … swayed by outside forces? Beth asked, afraid if he betrayed her aunt he might well do it to someone else.I would laugh, but Im too damn tired.

She sips her drink as she steps toward me, deliberately. We needed those shots, Henry.Youll get them tomorrow.

Hidden (House of Night #10)

Her lips pucker like her drinks gone sour. Youll be in the dining room, dressed and ready to have breakfast with Princess Alpacca, at six a.m. sharp, is that clear? Ive whipped more difficult talent than you into shape, Your Highness. If you know whats good for you, youll remember that.My shoulders straighten, and my voice drops low, and without even trying . . . I sound just like my father. Im not talent, Vanessa—and I dont respond well to orders. For the sake of your show, you really ought to try remembering that.

IM A COWARD. This shouldnt come as a surprise, but it does.Im a fool. Thats new. And bothersome.

By the evening —or morning, I guess would be more accurate—I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, and come to grips with these cold, hard truths. Henry broke my book and thats upsetting, but thats not why Ive kicked him out and refused to see him. Its not why Ive rejected his apology.Its because of the kiss. I keep thinking about it, no matter how desperately I try to forget—my lips still tingle with the remembered caress of his mouth. It was more lovely than Id imagined or hoped it could be. My stomach spun and my head went light, and my heart thudded fast and thrilled like I was going to die—while feeling the most alive Id ever felt.

Because I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to kiss him back. And I didnt want to stop at just a kiss. I wanted to push myself against him and feel the bulging strength of him everywhere. His stunning arms surrounding me, his large hands touching me. I wanted to know the hard press of his chest against my breasts, the taut, flat plane of his stomach, the bite of his hips against mine as he covered me on the bed.I want to know the flavor of his skin, the scratch of his stubble, the taste of his mouth.

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