DEVIL IN A DARK BLUE SUIT
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CONFESSIONS OF A MILLIONAIREâS MISTRESS
âThis emotional journey features a feisty heroine determined to have it all. It proves an interesting journey as [the heroine] tries to convince the hero he deserves the same thing.â
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HIRED FOR THE BOSSâS BED
âGrady wonderfully captures feelings of love, envy, insecurity and ego in this terrific tale.â
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Every Girlâs Secret Fantasy
BY
One Christmas long ago, ROBYN GRADY received a book from her big sister and immediately fell in love with Cinderella. Sprinklings of magic, deepest wishes come trueâshe was hooked! Picture books with glass slippers later gave way to romance novels, and, more recently, the real-life dream of writing for Mills & Boon.
After a fifteen-year career in television, Robyn met her own modern-day hero. They live on Australiaâs Sunshine Coast with their three little princesses, two poodles, and a cat called Tinkie. She loves new shoes, worn jeans, lunches at Moffat Beach and hanging out with her friends on eHarlequin. Learn about her latest releases at www.robyngrady.com, and donât forget to say hi. Sheâd love to hear from you!
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NAUGHTY NIGHTS IN THE MILLIONAIREâS MANSION
DEVIL IN A DARK BLUE SUIT FIRED WAITRESS, HIRED MISTRESS
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THE MAGNATEâS MARRIAGE DEMAND
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For Senior Editor extraordinaire, Kimberley Young
Thank you for your guidance and unfailing belief in my work, for the amazing opportunities and, most of all, your friendship.
âTell me you didnât enjoy our kiss.â
She crossed her arms and looked away.
Outside the reception doors now, Pace pulled up. When he didnât speak or let her down, she warily met his gaze.
âIâm sorry,â he said. âDid you say something?â
She wanted to tell him to show a little mercy and let her go.
But, more, she wanted the achingly delicious sensation he whipped up inside her to go on. Seriously, if he could kiss like that, how would the rest of his repertoire pan out? How would it be to know Pace fully unleashed and acting purely on animal instinct? If he couldnât set her fireworks off, no one could.
Phoebe held her breath, curled her toes, then surrendered to a defeated sigh.
Her arms looped around his neck and she raised herself to meet his mouth. For better or worse, she was ready to start talking.
KNEES gone weak, Phoebe Moore drank in the sight of two bronzed arms angling down over a well-packed T-shirt and large masculine hands raising its black interlock hem. Unaware of his company, the man dragged the shirt up over his head. At the same time Phoebeâs throat thickened and her mouth went bone-dry. After a criminally toned abdomen and broad chest were revealed, he bunched the shirt into a ball and set about towelling all that premium meat and muscle.
Phoebe released a quivering sigh.
No wonder Brodricks Prestige Carsâ slogan was âThe Thrill of Your Lifeâ.
Dynamic, charming, all gloriously packaged in the body of a sex god, the man in questionâthe delectable Pace Davisâwas Brodricksâ lead technical adviser and resident chief mechanic. That chest, those jeansâ¦The vision standing before her was enough to reduce Phoebe to a creamy puddle. But the best partâas well as the worstâwas his sultry air of mystery. The three times she and Pace had met heâd seemed interested in details of her life, but had been curiously elusive about his own.
She could guess why.
At the far end of the otherwise deserted Sydney workshop, Pace swiped the shirt down one trunk of an arm and up the other. As he gave his delectably dewy chest another chamois, sensing a presence, he glanced over and gifted her a smileâa particularly sensual lopsided grin. Air eased from Phoebeâs lungs as, moving to join her, Pace ruffled his inky-black hair into a tousled style.
That was how heâd look in the mornings, she decided, hugging her clip-folder close. Slightly dishevelled and completely desirable.
When the heat racing through her veins pooled and contracted low in her belly, Phoebe hauled herself back and drew up tall. Time to remember how late sheâd stayed up the previous night making that listâher dare-to-be-bold, nothing-left-out wish list. The first point was underlined in red:
Reclaim my sexualityâ¦Find Mr Right Now!
In one sense, dreamy Pace Davis was the perfect candidate. The friction that zapped between them would explode like two sticks of lit dynamite if they ever transferred their physical attraction to the bedroom. But taking that plunge with Pace would never happen, and for three very good reasons.
Phoebe tried to remember those reasons now, as Paceâs electric blue gaze combed her shoulders, her hips, while that mouthwatering bare chest rolled to a stop a mere foot away. His eyes locked on hers, and his square jaw shifted before that rich, deep voice rumbled out.