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Working Overtime. Raye Morgan
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isbn 9781408945162
Автор произведения Raye Morgan
Жанр Контркультура
Серия Mills & Boon Cherish
Издательство HarperCollins
Suddenly Chareen was lying on the bed—fully dressed—and Michael was on top of her.
She gasped. His hard, warm body was pressed to hers in so many places. To have a man so close, so strong, was unbelievably intoxicating. It had been so long….
There was a moan starting deep in her throat. Was it a moan of surrender? Of triumph? Of overwhelming desire?
She would never know, because at that moment there was a new sound from the hallway: “Mama? Mama?”
Her eyes snapped open and she used the hands that had been kneading the muscles of his chest to throw him off her. She ran to the door and scooped into her arms the two little redheaded boys standing there.
“Where did they come from?” Michael asked.
Chareen looked at him, and her chin rose. “They’re mine,” she said proudly. “Say hello to Mr. Greco, boys. He’s my boss.”
Dear Reader,
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Other stories for this month include Stella Bagwell’s conclusion to our MAITLAND MATERNITY spin-off. Go find The Missing Maitland. Raye Morgan’s popular office novels continue with Working Overtime. And popular Intimate Moments author Beverly Bird delights us with an amusing tale about Ten Ways To Win Her Man.
Two more emotional titles round out the month. With her writing partner, Debrah Morris wrote nearly fifteen titles for Silhouette Books as Pepper Adams. Now she’s on her own with A Girl, a Guy and a Lullaby. And Martha Shields’s dramatic stories always move me. Her Born To Be a Dad opens with an unusual, powerful twist and continues to a highly satisfying ending!
Enjoy these stories, and keep in touch.
Mary-Theresa Hussey,
Senior Editor
Working Overtime
Raye Morgan
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To Kim Nadelson, for all those great editor things you do.
RAYE MORGAN
has spent almost two decades, while writing over fifty novels, searching for the answer to that elusive question: Just what is that special magic that happens when a man and a woman fall in love? Every time she thinks she has the answer, a new wrinkle pops up, necessitating another book! Meanwhile, after living in Holland, Guam, Japan and Washington, D.C., she currently makes her home in Southern California with her husband and two of her four boys.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter One
The first thing Michael Greco heard was her low, velvety voice, and when he heard it, the hair stood up on the back of his neck.
He froze, his hand on a volume of contract dispute records, his heart beating just a little faster. He’d never heard a voice like that before. It seemed to curl around his senses like a slinky cat might wrap itself around your ankles, all sleek and seductive, and at the same time, a provocative mystery that promised to stay just out of reach.
He’d come into the law section of TriTerraCorp’s empty corporate library to do a little research over the lunch hour. For the last thirty minutes he’d been lost in his search, hidden by the tall bookcases, hardly noticing the group of women who’d come into the library after he’d arrived. The newcomers were gathered around the copy machine, laughing about something they seemed to be working on, obviously oblivious to the fact that he was in the room. The thick carpeting and the constant hum from the computers and other appliances helped to mask his presence. He’d ignored the women. But then that voice had arrived and greeted the others.
“Well, what do we have here?” she said, her voice husky in a way that stopped him in his tracks. “Is this a secret meeting of the Third Floor Conspiracy, or can anyone join in?”
“Hi, Char” came the slightly nervous answer, along with a rustling of paper. “We’re just…uh…we’re just…”
“Oh, let her see it,” a higher voice said impatiently. “Char’s okay. She won’t turn us in. Look, Char, it’s a calendar that we’ve been working on. Just something for laughs, to pass around the office.”
“A calendar?” Her rich tone seemed to vibrate his senses. “How controversial can that be? Let’s see it.”
There was more rustling of paper.
“Oh, you naughty girls. What have you done?”
Her laugh was just as provocative as he’d thought it would be, and he narrowed his eyes, enjoying it.
“The Most Eligible Bachelors of TriTerraCorp. What a good idea. These pictures are priceless.”
“Aren’t they great? The office hunks. Sherry did the graphics on her computer. She’s an artist at this stuff.”
Michael softly slid the book back into place on the shelf, cursing himself for his involuntary reaction. He still had goose bumps, and it was just a voice, after all. The woman probably looked like a tree gnome.
And, anyway, it didn’t matter if she did or she didn’t. He’d promised himself a woman-free trip this time. He’d spent too much time dating interchangeable lovelies ever since his marriage had crumbled into the dust and left him grasping for a new focus to his life. Wine, women and song were never the answer to that problem—though