Miss White And The Seventh Heir
A billionaire with a secret – Can the truth lead to happily ever after?Hardworking magazine editor Sage White’s just getting used to being in charge when sparks fly with her new assistant – the distractingly handsome Trey. But as they grow closer, their relationship is tested as Sage discovers Trey isn’t who he claims to be.
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A billionaire with a secret...
Can the truth lead to happily-ever-after?
In this Once Upon a Fairytale story, hardworking magazine editor Sage Whiteâs just getting used to being in charge, so sheâs alarmed to find sparks flying with her new assistantâthe distractingly handsome Trey! Working together, they grow closer, but can their blossoming relationship survive when Sage learns that Trey is really Quentin Rousseau, seventh heir to the publishing empireâand her boss?
Award-winning author JENNIFER FAYE pens fun, heartwarming, contemporary romances with rugged cowboys, sexy billionaires and enchanting royalty. Internationally published, with books translated into nine languages, she is a two-time winner of the RT Book Reviews Reviewersâ Choice Award. She has also won the CataRomance Reviewersâ Choice Award, been named a TOP PICK author, and has been nominated for numerous other awards.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07772-9
MISS WHITE AND THE SEVENTH HEIR
© 2018 Jennifer F. Stroka
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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Contents
ELSA WHITE STOOD before the window of her stylish Manhattan office adorned with black furnishings and gold trim. It wasnât just any office building. It was a skyscraper owned by White Publishing. And Elsaâs office was on the top floor. She enjoyed looking down upon the rest of the world.
From her office window, the people below looked like peonsâsmall and inconsequential. She smiled, knowing she was so much better than them. She had money, lots of money, and a powerful reach. She was forever finding ways to make her presence in publishing even greaterâlegal or illegal, it made no difference to her.
Elsa moved in front of an oversized gold leaf mirror that hung on the wall next to her desk. She pivoted on her black stilettos this way and that way, never taking her gaze off her image. A smile bloomed on her face. Perfect. Her manicured red fingernail slid down over her ivory cheek. There wasnât a wrinkle to be had anywhere on her flawless complexion. Nor should there be with the massive amount she paid her plastic surgeon.
She tucked a few loose strands of platinum-blond hair behind one ear, leaving the other side of her smooth bobbed hair to hang loose. Perfect.
Knock. Knock.
âCome in.â Sheâd told her personal assistant to send in Mr. Hunter, the private detective, as soon as he arrived.
Elsa continued to stare into the mirror. She never tired of her reflection. How could anyone tire of such beauty? Deciding to reapply her âWicked Redâ lipstick, she retrieved the tube of lipstick from the glass table beneath the mirror.
