The Rebel Returns: The Return of the Rebel / Her Irresistible Protector / Why Resist a Rebel?
These bad boys are ready to steal your hearts!The Return of the Rebel by Jennifer FayeA rebel in disguise? Jax Monroe is the man Cleo has always wanted, the bad boy turned good, but now she has to work with him. Keeping their distance is proving impossible and when Jax reveals the truth behind his past, will Cleo convince him to give in to love?Her Irresistible Protector by Michelle DouglasWhen Officer Mitchell King – the only guy Tash Buckley has ever loved – arrives on her doorstep, claiming she needs his protection, Tash must ignore her fluttering heart. Confined to his beachside cabin, Tash finds it increasingly difficult to resist her delicious protector…Why Resist a Rebel? by Leah AshtonScandal and relationships are purely in Ruby Bell’s past until the talk of Hollywood – Devlin Cooper – appears on her outback set. The gorgeous, yet devilish, actor is making her question the ‘no romance at work’ rule, he is simply so gorgeous!
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The Rebel Returns
The Return of the Rebel
Jennifer Faye
Her Irresistible Protector
Michelle Douglas
Why Resist a Rebel?
Leah Ashton
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Jennifer Faye
In another life JENNIFER FAYE was a statistician. She still has a love for numbers, formulas and spreadsheets, but when she was presented with the opportunity to follow her lifelong passion and spend her days writing and pursuing her dream of becoming a Mills & Boon author, she couldn’t pass it up. These days, when she’s not writing, Jennifer enjoys reading, fine needlework, quilting, Tweeting and cheering on the Pittsburgh Penguins. She lives in Pennsylvania with her amazingly patient husband, two remarkably talented daughters and their two very spoiled fur babies, otherwise known as cats—but shh… don’t tell them they’re not human!
Jennifer loves to hear from readers—you can contact her via her website: www.jenniferfaye.com
In honor of my grandmother…
An amazing woman who had the patience to teach a very eager and curious little kid how to work a needle and thread. In the process she taught me that with perseverance you can achieve your dreams, whether they be big or small
“YOU WON’T REGRET giving me this opportunity.”
And hopefully neither will I.
Cleo Sinclair kept the worrisome thought to herself as she held her cheery smile in place. With the meeting at last over, she sailed out of the office of the vice president of player development, barely remembering to pull the door closed behind her. Away from Mr. Burns’s cool demeanor and skeptical stare, she rotated her shoulders, easing the tension.
At the end of the hall, the elevator chimed and the door opened, allowing an employee to exit. Cleo stepped up her pace and slipped into the open car. Her pink manicured nail pressed the button for the main floor. Once the doors swished shut, the air whooshed out of her lungs and she leaned against the wall for support.
Step one was done. She had the job, albeit on a trial basis.
Now on to step number two.
She had to prove to the ever-doubting Mr. Burns that she was up to his challenge. She could and would bring in wealthy clientele eager to gamble at one of Las Vegas’s most luxurious establishments, the Glamour Hotel and Casino.
A glance at her image in the polished doors had her adjusting her cheery yellow dress, which dipped a little lower than she’d like. When she’d worked in the accounting department, her attire hadn’t been so important. But now working the front-end of the casino, everything about her appearance mattered. She smoothed her hands over the skirt. It wasn’t the fanciest outfit she’d ever stitched. In fact, she’d worried that she’d made a mistake by choosing to wear it, but with each compliment from her fellow employees, her nervousness had eased... That was, until her meeting.
She halted her rambling thoughts and inhaled a deep breath.
It was too late to second-guess herself. The train had left the station. The ship had sailed. Oh heck, it didn’t matter what phrase she used. Her plan was in motion. And she would succeed.
After all, she’d just put her entire future on the line. There was no going back. No changing her mind. If this arrangement didn’t work, she couldn’t stay in Vegas nor would she be able to return home to Wyoming.
The elevator doors silently slid open, revealing lush carpeting leading to the casino area. The soft lighting added to the ambiance while the blinking lights on the slot machines lured guests to try their luck at winning a fortune. Without windows or clocks, minutes stretched into hours. In fact, she had found herself losing track of time on the numerous occasions she’d spent on the floor training for this promotion.
A cheer echoed through the room and she glanced around to see an excited crowd at the craps table. The palpable energy charged the room. Someone must be on a roll of luck. She hoped this would be her lucky day, too.
As of yet, her whale, the big client, hadn’t checked in. The VP himself would be greeting the guest and then he’d phone her when her presence was required. Her boss had gone over the guest’s preferences, including his favorite game—blackjack. Her job was to keep the whale happy by comping his meals and getting him tickets to whatever shows he preferred. But the utmost important thing was to maintain this guest’s privacy, above and beyond their normal discretion. Even she didn’t know his name yet.
