on December 5, 2017
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The sexy and emotional companion novella to the New York Times bestselling romance Hero.
Nadia Ray is not just a broadcast meteorologist. She’s Boston’s morning television It Girl. Successful and independent, she’s put a past she’s ashamed of behind her and is forging a future she can be proud of. However, when her new boss discovers her secret he blackmails her, intent on using Nadia’s popularity to make them the number one morning show in Massachusetts. He wants her to be part of uncovering the city’s biggest scandal - a secret billionaire Caine Carraway is hiding.
Soon Nadia is thrown into the path of Caine’s best friend: sexy, wealthy bachelor Henry Lexington. But she doesn’t encounter the dashing high society gentleman Henry is purported to be. Instead she’s faced with an insulting and defensive villain who misjudges her at every turn.
When Henry finally realizes the truth, and decides to make amends, Nadia wants nothing to do with him. But she underestimates his determination and charm and soon they find themselves embroiled in an intense, passionate affair.
An affair Nadia knows must come to an end before their feelings grow any deeper and he discovers her secrets.
After all, Henry Lexington isn’t the only one who played the part of a villain once…
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“You feel like a fish out of water here?”
I cocked my head, studying him. Why did he care? “Why does it bother you if I do?”
“Because I have to attend these events. I hate to think of dragging you along to things you’re not enjoying.”
“There you go being all presumptuous again.”
“I introduced you to my father, Nadia. I don’t normally do that.” I scoffed. “So I should feel honored?”
“Don’t do that.” He leaned into me, pressing his body along mine. He stroked my chin and gripped it gently to tilt my head back. “Don’t be cynical and distant. I don’t like it. It’s not you.”
“You don’t know who I am,” I whispered, aroused by his proximity despite the mess of my emotions.
“No?” He bent down, his lips brushing mine. “Then tell me who you are.”
I licked my lips deliberately so my tongue flicked against his mouth, and his eyes smoldered. “I’m the girl,” I kissed him on the corner of his mouth, “wondering why a guy would introduce me to his father, but run like a bat out of hell from introducing me to his mother.”
“His mother is wondering that also,” a cool, feminine voice said behind him.
Henry froze. “Fuck,” he muttered.
“I heard that.”