Entangled With The Heiress
While gaining the heiress’s trust …will he lose all self-control? Hired to go undercover and discredit the widow of a millionaire philanthropist, investigator Rhett Bannon is torn. Trinity Hyatt doesn’t fit his preconceptions of a gold-digger. But Trinity’s definitely hiding something—something that only seduction will reveal!
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He has ulterior motives…
but so does she.
While gaining the heiress’s trust,
will he lose all self-control?
Hired to go undercover and discredit the widow of a millionaire philanthropist, investigator Rhett Brannon is torn. With her vulnerability and dedication to her late husband’s legacy, Trinity Hyatt doesn’t fit his preconceptions of a gold digger. Even so, Rhett is determined to get to the truth behind her intentions. But will his growing attraction to Trinity destroy everything they’re both fighting for?
DANI WADE astonished her local librarians as a teenager when she carried home ten books every week—and actually read them all. Now she writes her own characters, who clamour for attention in the midst of the chaos that is her life. Residing in the southern United States with her husband, two kids, two dogs and one grumpy cat, she stays busy until she can closet herself away with her characters once more.
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ISBN: 978-0-008-90411-1
ENTANGLED WITH THE HEIRESS
© 2020 Katherine Worsham
Published in Great Britain 2019
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This book is dedicated to my daughter, Nicole,
who is finding her purpose and passions in life
just like Trinity. I’m proud of the woman you have
become, but you’ll always be my little curly-headed
“baby girl.” Go forth and conquer!
Contents
Note to Readers
Trinity Hyatt walked down the museum hallway, keeping her steps light on the tile floor as if she were a child trying to sneak past her parents. As if the sound of the gala from the west wing wouldn’t cover her brief getaway.
She just needed a moment, a moment away from the speculative gazes and prying questions. A moment to breathe…
But then she thought back to the headline she’d seen when she turned on her computer this morning.
Suspicious Marriage Threatens
Local Jobs
That damn blogger… Her mother had drilled into her growing up that using profanity was only for the uneducated, but Trinity had found its occasional use more than satisfying as an adult. Since the mental slip was the only form of anger Trinity allowed herself, she hoped her mother forgave her this time.
Didn’t the anonymous columnist understand how much words hurt? Not to mention how the photograph that accompanied the story made Trinity relive the moment standing beside Michael’s grave as half the country watched and ultimately judged her. Why couldn’t her online tormentor see the grief on her face? Why couldn’t this person tell her tears were genuine?
Trinity locked away the memories of the painful whispering and curious stares during tonight’s charity gala, brought on by today’s post. Instead she tried to focus on her momentary solitude in one of her favorite places in New Orleans.
