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      MASTER

      OF FORTUNE

      KATHERINE GARBERA

      MARRYING THE

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      MAVERICK

      SARA ORWIG

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       Astrid seemed to sparkle with life as she moved on the dance floor, and Henry wanted to be the only one who basked in that glow.

      He kept one hand on her hip as they danced. Her body brushed against his, teasing him with each rhythmic move she made. He wanted more than those fleeting touches. He wanted her breasts pressed solidly against his chest, his hands holding her hips and that tempting mouth of hers under his.

      The music stopped, but he scarcely noticed. The crowd applauded, and in the back of his mind Henry realized that he’d found the first group he’d sign to the Everest Records label. But he’d also found something else, he thought.

      Astrid watched him with those big brown eyes of hers, and he leaned in and kissed her. He didn’t think about consequences or warnings. Didn’t think about winning or business. Just thought that this woman was temptation incarnate and he was tired of denying himself.

      MASTER

      OF FORTUNE

      KATHERINE GARBERA

      About the Author

      KATHERINE GARBERA is a strong believer in happily-ever-after. She’s written more than thirty-five books and has been nominated for Romantic Times Book Club’s career achievement awards in Series Fantasy and Series Adventure. Her books have appeared on bestseller list for series romance and on the USA Today extended bestsellers list. Visit Katherine on the web at www. katherinegarbera.com.

      Dear Reader,

      Astrid Taylor is a girl who’s made some bad choices when it comes to love. She lost her last job after a disastrous office romance, and the last thing she wants is to find her new boss attractive. But Henry Devonshire is the kind of man who can shake even the strongest resolve, and he does for Astrid.

      Henry Devonshire was born into scandal. One of three illegitimate heirs born to Malcolm Devonshire in the same year, he’s always been hounded by the media. His mother is Seventies pop sensation Tiffany Malone. So Henry’s not a man who has a conventional set of morals. So the fact that Astrid is technically off limits makes her all that more appealing to the former rugby star.

      Their romance is really, at the heart, about two people who have been searching for acceptance in who they are. They fall in love not because of their differences but in spite of them.

      I hope you enjoy the first book in the DEVONSHIRE HEIRS mini-series. I had a lot of fun researching and writing these stories.

      Happy reading!

       Katherine

      This book is dedicated to Rob, Courtney, Lucas, Josh and Tabby for making our summer in England so much fun and for putting up with me saying, “Just one more photo!!”

      Acknowledgements:

      I’d like to thank my good friend Kenny Howes for answering my questions about the music industry; Kenny has been rocking out for as long as I’ve known him. Any mistakes in this book are my own.

      I’d also like to thank Krista Stroever for all of her hard work on editing this manuscript.

      Also a quick shout out to my friends who always have my back: Nancy and Mary Louise—you guys rock!

       Prologue

      “Why are we here?” Henry Devonshire asked. He sat in the boardroom of the Everest Group in downtown London. A nice view of the Thames was visible though the plate-glass windows.

      “Malcolm has prepared a message for you.”

      “Why should we listen to this?” Henry faced the lawyer across the polished boardroom table.

      “I think you’ll find your father’s—”

      “Malcolm. Don’t call him my father.”

      The Everest Group had always been Malcolm Devonshire’s life. Of course, now that he’d turned seventy, it was no surprise that the old man had gotten in touch with him and his half brothers. He probably wanted to make sure that his life’s work didn’t end with his own death.

      Geoff was the eldest of the three of them. Henry couldn’t really say much about the other men. He didn’t know either of his half brothers any better than he did their biological father. Geoff’s very aristocratic English-looking nose betrayed his place in the current royal family.

      “Mr. Devonshire is dying,” Edmond Strom said. “He wants the legacy he worked so hard to create to live on in each of you.”

      Edmond was Malcolm’s … butler, Henry thought. Or maybe man of affairs would be more apt.

      “He didn’t create the legacy for us,” Steven said. He was the youngest.

      “Well, he has an offer for the three of you now,” Edmond said.

      Henry had actually met his father’s lawyer and personal assistant more times than he had his father. Edmond had been the one to deliver Christmas and birthday presents when he’d been younger.

      “If you would all please sit down and allow me explain,” Edmond said.

      Henry took a seat at the end of the conference table. He had been a rugby player and a pretty good one to boot, but that had never gotten him the one thing he’d really craved—Malcolm’s acknowledgment of him. He couldn’t explain it any better than that. His own father had never recognized any of Henry’s accomplishments. So he had stopped looking for it and gone his own way.

      Which didn’t explain why he was here now. Maybe it was simple curiosity about the old man.

      Edmond passed three file folders across the table, one to each of them. Henry flipped his open and saw the letter his father had written to the three of them.

      Geoff, Henry and Steven;

      I have been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. I’ve exhausted every avenue to try to prolong my life and have now come to believe I only have six months left.

      None of you owe me allegiance, but I hope that the company that brought me into contact with your mothers will continue to prosper and grow under your leadership.

      Each of you will control one of the divisions. You will be judged on the profit you make in your segment. Whoever shows the

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