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Moses Hawke has loved Sin from the moment he laid eyes on her, but being with her cost him a good friend and valuable partnership.
Sin knows what Moses sacrificed to be with her and she’s willing to keep a few secrets of her own to maintain their peaceful existence.

Some things are not meant to be hidden and when all Sin’s transgressions become known, she’s left to wonder if Moses will still be there to protect her.

Excerpt

“Ten thousand dollars?” Moses Hawke dragged his fingers through his shoulder length hair. He resisted the urge to hurl his cellphone. This was not the news he wanted to hear from his accountant. “Explain to me how someone walks into the bank and leaves with ten grand. Of my money?”

 

“Well, I’m working on it.”

 

“I don’t want you working on it. I want it handled. There’s paperwork involved when you take out or deposit that amount of cash. I want to know who took my money. Those funds were earmarked for Saturday’s Back to the Bricks’ Slamfest. I want it back.”

 

“All right, Moses. I’ll wake the bank manager if I have to.”

 

“You’ll wake the bank president, Julius. I do a lot of business with that bank and they manage a great deal of my funds. If they can’t find who did this then tell them there are other financial institutions just begging for my business. Got that?”

 

Heavy breathing and faint scratching sounded through the line.

 

“And Julius?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“You can be replaced.” Moses pressed “End” and tossed his phone on his desk. Just what he needed, more drama. First Virgil decides to attack his tag team’s woman and now this. Speaking of which, he needed to make sure the check was ready when that heel decided to drag his sorry ass in to get his money.

 

He raked his fingers through his already disheveled hair and huffed. What else could go wrong? Light taps rattled the frosted glass on the office door. About time. He bent over the desk to retrieve the folder containing the check and contract for Virgil.

 

“C’min,” Moses called.

 

The knob jangled and the hinges creaked. Perfume, a subtle blend of rose and citrus caressed his senses, tightened his groan and knotted his stomach. Definitely not Virgil. High heels clicked across the threshold, followed by the soft rustle of clothing.

 

No. This could not be happening to him tonight. She wasn’t supposed to be here. He closed his eyes and willed his body under control, but the sweet scent of her fragrance left him a little dizzy.

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The Designers Bride by Lynn Chantale

Secrets #MFRWhooks

For cosmetics heiress Elisabeth Bach, finding the right man hasn’t been easy, especially when her father is bent on arranging her love life for his own twisted purposes. When she falls for fashion designer Jordan Carlisle, she knows she’s met The One, and she’ll do anything to keep their relationship secret from her father’s schemes.

Jordan Carlisle has been waiting a long time for a chance to date Elisabeth and he’s determined to make her his wife. Will a Valentine’s Day proposal be enough to keep her or will his checkered past destroy his future?

 


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“Are you playing matchmaker again, Dylan?”

He chuckled. “No ma’am. He saw you sitting alone.”

“I think I can take it from here,” a smooth, velvety voice interrupted.

Dylan nodded and backed away. Elisabeth straightened a little in her chair. Her breath stuck in her throat at the intensity of the newcomer’s stare. His long slow perusal left her body simmering.

His jet black hair was cut close, the smooth hairline tapering to neatly trimmed sideburns. Otherwise, his rugged face was clean-shaven. He smiled and her eyes were drawn to his full, sexy mouth. For a moment, she wondered how his lips would feel pressed against hers. Desire flooded her veins.

“Jordan Carlisle.” He offered his hand. The oversized watch on his wrist winked in the dim light, vying for attention with his gold cufflinks.

She accepted his hand. “Elisabeth.” She snapped her gaze to his at the crackle of electricity between them. He held her hand a second too long and flirtation gleamed in the depths of his coffee-colored eyes.

“Mind if I join you?” He waved to the vacant chair across from hers.

She shook her head and bit back a sigh when his biceps flexed against the dark silk of his suit jacket. He unbuttoned his coat and sat down.

“I hate dining alone,” he said, smiling apologetically.

“I do too. I was just about to leave.” She studied him from beneath her lashes before meeting his eyes a second time. He seemed familiar to her, yet she couldn’t quite place where she’d seen him. “Have we met before?”

He smiled, wide and easy, and her heart fluttered in anticipation.

“Not formally. I’m a friend of your brother’s. We went to college together.”

His dark good looks and devil-may-care eyes slid into place in her memory. The photo in her brother’s room, of the lacrosse team. Jordan had been the captain.

“You and Drew played lacrosse.”

He nodded. “How is Andrew? It’s been a few months since we’ve seen each other.”

“Out of town at the moment. At a conference.” She reached for her water glass and Dylan reappeared with a second menu. “I’ll have to tell Andrew we spoke.”

“I’m sure he won’t mind.” Jordan smiled again and she melted.

She shook her head. “He thinks I should get out more, but my father has a way of sabotaging my love life.” She sipped her water.

He regarded her a moment, avid interest shining in his eyes. “You are definitely worth protecting.”

Heat crept into her cheeks from his scrutiny as well as the compliment. “You’re pretty suave, aren’t you?”

He chuckled, a smooth laugh that reminded her of warm fudge. “When it suits me.”

“Like now?”

He inclined his head.

“And my father knows nothing about you?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

She picked up a menu. “Let’s keep it that way.”

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The Designers Bride by Lynn Chantale

“Cancel them.” #MFRWhooks

For cosmetics heiress Elisabeth Bach, finding the right man hasn’t been easy, especially when her father is bent on arranging her love life for his own twisted purposes. When she falls for fashion designer Jordan Carlisle, she knows she’s met The One, and she’ll do anything to keep their relationship secret from her father’s schemes.

Jordan Carlisle has been waiting a long time for a chance to date Elisabeth and he’s determined to make her his wife. Will a Valentine’s Day proposal be enough to keep her or will his checkered past destroy his future?

 


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Jonathan Bach edged a hip onto the corner of her desk and unbuttoned his jacket. He touched the vase with an index finger and she tensed. Hopefully her father wouldn’t send the arrangement toppling to the floor. “I’ve been calling you for hours,” he said. “Where the hell have you been?”

 

“I wasn’t aware I needed to check my whereabouts with you. Did you want to discuss something in particular?” She matched her father’s strident tone.

 

He sniffed, and then snapped his fingers. Gregory handed him a thick folder. Elisabeth shook her head. Some things never changed. Gregory still did her father’s bidding.

 

“I have a business proposition for you.”

 

She folded her arms and looked from one man to the other. The vibe in the room had turned from controlled hostility to a predatory tension. This was not good. Foreboding slinked down her spine.

 

“I decline whatever offer you’re presenting, Father.”

 

“Oh, I think you’ll want to hear this one.”

 

Warning bells clanged and they had nothing to do with the lecherous sneer on Gregory’s face.

 

Elisabeth feigned impatience by glancing at her watch. “I have a meeting in fifteen minutes. I don’t want to be late.”

 

Jonathan thinned his lips and fixed her with a scathing stare. “Impertinence.”

 

“So I’ve been told. Now please leave.” She held the door open. No matter what she had to make her father think, she wanted him out of her office.

 

“You’re twenty-fifth birthday is in a few weeks.”

 

She resisted rolling her eyes. Not this old conversation again. How many times did she have to tell him she would never agree with any of his party arrangements? “We’ve discussed this before. I’ve already made plans.”

 

“Cancel them.”

 

Like that was going to happen. This time she did roll her eyes. When would her father realize he no longer controlled every aspect of her life? Especially when it came to her birthday. The last thing she would do was cancel on her best friend. She hadn’t seen Leslie since her wedding last May. And when she moved to Europe with her husband, Elisabeth saw even less of her.

 

She walked to her desk and removed her purse from the bottom drawer. The activity allowed her to rein in her emotions while she breathed deep. If she lost control her father would win and she couldn’t have that.

 

After tucking a curl behind her ear, Elisabeth fished her keys from her purse. “Is that why you barged into my office and disrupted my workday?” She moved toward the door. “Really father, I’ve told you. Whatever scheme you have in mind, I want no part in it. I don’t think I can be any clearer. Now if you don’t mind, I’m due in a meeting, which doesn’t involve you.”

 

“I canceled your meeting.”

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