Her Dirty Little Secret
The #1 rule for secret flings:All kissing, no telling!Nothing satisfies billionaire Jack Demont more than keeping socialite Harley Jacob from what she wants. After all, their families hate each other and there's unfinished history between them… along with some serious sexual chemistry! Now they're consumed by a wicked game of lust – they’ll give each other mindless pleasure, but nothing else. No one can know, but keeping something this sexy a secret makes everything a whole lot hotter…
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The #1 rule for secret flings:
All kissing, no telling!
Nothing satisfies billionaire Jack Demont more than keeping socialite Harley Jacob from what she wants. After all, their families hate each other, and thereâs unresolved history between them...along with some serious sexual chemistry! Now theyâre consumed by a wicked game of lustâtheyâll give each other mindless pleasure, but nothing else. No one can know, and keeping something this sexy a secret makes everything a whole lot hotter...
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Lifelong romance addict JC HARROWAY lives in New Zealand. Writing feeds her very real obsession with happy endings and the endorphin rush they create. You can follow her at www.jcharroway.com, www.facebook.com/jcharroway, www.instagram.com/jcharroway and www.twitter.com/jcharroway.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07116-1
HER DIRTY LITTLE SECRET
© 2018 JC Harroway
Published in Great Britain 2018
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For G.
For pushing me, supporting me and cheering me on. x
Contents
THE FOUR-INCH HEEL of her hand-dyed shoe caught on a cable, one of a hundred that snaked over the bare concrete floor. She stumbled with a curse and a roll of her ankle that made her eyes water. Harley Jacob sucked in a breath, waiting for the pain to subside, and then frowned at the scuff in the leatherâpetrol-blue to perfectly match her cashmere dress, the signature piece from her fashion lineâs autumn collection.
She sighed, funnelling her frustration into determination, her mission here today more important than a hundred pairs of hand-dyed shoes. Careful to avoid further injury, she picked her way across the cavernous space, her hesitant steps avoiding the hazardous maze of plastic dustsheets, vicious-looking power tools and stacks of dusty building materials.
Stupid jackass property developer.
Whoever was at the helm of Demont Designs Architecture and Property Development not only had a packed schedule, but heâd suddenly stalled on their deal for her purchase of the Morris Building. A deal that was days away from completion. And heâd stalled without explanation.
Harley headed towards a huddle of men at the far end of the room, swallowing down the humiliation of the hard hat and fluorescent vest comboâfor someone with her eye for fashion, it represented the ultimate insult. She straightened her shoulders, mentally smoothing any wrinkle that dared to sully her immaculate, poised exterior and stepped around a nest of ducting pipes dangling from the ceiling like the buildingâs intestines spilling out.
Her determination to close this deal increased with every step. Not because of the reputation of her family name, one of New Yorkâs elite and synonymous with real-estate royalty, but because sheâd literally sweat blood and tears to ensure her fashion label and her social enterprise business, Give, succeeded.
