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The Debt / Cross My Hart. Clare Connelly
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isbn 9780008901080
Автор произведения Clare Connelly
Серия Mills & Boon Dare
Издательство HarperCollins
Jackie Ashenden
Ruthless billionaire Ash Evans finds the sexiest way to collect on a debt in the first installment in The Billionaire’s Club quartet!
Notoriously ruthless property developer Ash Evans never forgives a debt. And I have two days to convince the former street fighter not to pull his investment in my father’s company. Taking a job as his chauffeur in Paris is the only way to get close enough to ask the bad-tempered billionaire for a favor.
With his sexy tattoo, scars and magnificently cut body, he’s as powerful, sleek and difficult to manage as the sports cars my family designs. And after meeting his electric-blue eyes in the rearview mirror all night, I’m more than happy to rev his engine and take the boss for a ride!
But now Ash thinks I’m just using him to get what I want. And he’ll give me what I need, but there is a price—posing as his girlfriend to help him exact vengeance on his half brother. Pretending to love Ash is the easiest job I’ve ever had…and soon my heart is racing into danger. Will a man so full of anger ever be capable of loving me back?
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To Fra.
I wrote this book sitting in your bedroom.
Just thought you should know.
Ellie
I WIPED MY palms surreptitiously down my black trousers and adjusted my black suit jacket, briefly touching my head to make sure the chauffeur’s cap was in place. Mentally, I went over the address the chauffeur company had given me: The Gustave Eiffel Suite of the Shangri-La, Paris.
Yep. I was in the right place.
I took a deep breath.
Okay, here went nothing.
It had taken me a month of careful planning to get to this point—including relocating from Australia to England—but now I was here I wasn’t going to let