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Unauthorized Passion. Amanda Stevens
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isbn 9781474022880
Автор произведения Amanda Stevens
Жанр Ужасы и Мистика
Серия Mills & Boon Intrigue
Издательство HarperCollins
UNAUTHORIZED PASSION
Jack Fury has been watching Celeste Fortune, waiting for the right moment to coincidentally meet her…and save her. But he doesn’t know the sexy Celeste is an impostor! Cassie Boudreaux has been impersonating her cousin and doesn’t bargain on a protector like Jack or a killer in pursuit. Now she’ll need Celeste’s entire feminine arsenal to outsmart one man and seduce another.
INTIMATE KNOWLEDGE
Penelope Moon can’t believe her eyes when she sees her coma-stricken fiancé, Simon Decker, on board a passing yacht. But this Simon isn’t the accountant she fell in love with. This man is tougher, stronger—sexier. Soon she’s drawn into a deadly conspiracy. But will her heart end up as collateral damage…?
Unauthorized Passion & Intimate Knowledge
Amanda Stevens
MILLS & BOON
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Contents
UNAUTHORIZED PASSION
CHAPTER ONE
JACK FURY CONSIDERED Dumpster-diving a metaphor for life—it could be unpredictable, messy and sometimes you just couldn’t get the stink off no matter how hard you tried.
But he figured it was a necessary evil, kind of like sushi and cheap beer. You held your nose, dug in, and prayed to the real God that you wouldn’t spend the rest of the night praying to the porcelain god.
He’d worshipped at that altar more times than he cared to remember, but considering the day he’d had—no, make that year—puking his guts out would be a fitting way to end it.
He stomped his feet in the rubber boots he’d pulled on, then surveyed the area once more before taking the plunge. It was a quiet Thursday night. He could hear traffic a few blocks over on Main Street, but in the alley behind the exclusive Mirabelle Hotel in Houston’s Museum District, not a creature stirred.
Unless, of course, you counted the mosquitoes