***
A drawer opened, and several seconds passed before
she heard his masculine purr. Curious, she turned and he held up her pink
nightie, looking it over. Her stomach dropped to her feet.
“Nice,” he said. “I imagine you’ll look incredible
in this. And equally incredible coming out of it.”
When he looked her way, his gaze pinned her to the
spot even though instinct told her to flee from her mortification. He let the
nightie drop into the drawer. He walked over to her, stopping too close,
invading her craved personal space. His cologne enveloped her, stealing her
breath. No, not his cologne, it was his bearing that held all the power in the
moment—tall, strong, virile male, the epitome of confidence and testosterone.
She stared at his mouth, his lips slightly full, softer looking than she
expected, inviting wandering ideas of how his kiss would feel. If he’d be
gentle, or if he would just take her with that mouth. Take her over and over
and over…
She swallowed and realized she’d been holding her
breath. He’ll be efficient. She
repeated the mantra in her mind as if it’d help ground her. Imagining him as a
wild and wanton lover was entirely too much to handle.
He lifted his hand to her cheek, but his fingertips
didn’t quite meet her skin. Needle pricks of desire tingled beneath his
near-touch. Enough to make her nipples bud and her pussy tighten. The room
started a slow spin and she pressed against the cold glass behind her, needing
its support. Liam’s tongue darted out, stroking over his top lip. She imagined
it doing the same thing over her clit.
“Tell me, Abigail,” he began. He braced his hands
against the window on each side of her. Beneath the deep rumble of his voice hid
an erotic promise she couldn’t even begin to fathom. “What kind of woman are
you?”
Abby searched her scrambled brain for an answer and
came up empty. She squeezed her eyes shut, but blocking him out was impossible.
“Mr. Whitmore,” she managed. She cleared her throat and opened her eyes,
focusing on his tiepin. “I don’t understand.”
He made a low, growling sound in his throat. “Mr.
Whitmore? Not that the formality couldn’t be kinky during the right times, but
I’d prefer if you’d call me Liam.”
COMING - JULY 21, 2014
Having a baby is Abby's dream. Will
Liam's enemies stop her happily ever after?
Liam Whitmore III is floored by the surprise
stipulation in his father's will—provide an heir within one year or he'll lose
the controlling portion of Whitmore Incorporated to his cousin Spencer. The
corporation is Liam's life. He'll do anything to keep his cousin's hands off of
it, including finding a woman who'll bear his child. Though finding the right
woman seems an impossible task since he doesn't have room in his life for
anything except running the company. He doesn't want a wife, just an heir.
Abby Haden's family is about to lose their ranch,
the only life her ailing father and brother have ever known. She feels helpless
and is desperate to help. When the most coveted bachelor in Austin, Liam
Whitmore III, also known as the Takeover Tyrant, offers to pay her to have his
child it seems too incredible to be true.
She's all but given up hope of ever
having a baby. Not only will her dream of being a mother come true, but she can
also save the family ranch.
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