New York Times bestselling author Carla Cassidy writes about a scandalâand a passionâthat could be front-page newsâ¦
When Debra Prentice discovers sheâs pregnant, she knows two things are true: that she canât wait to become a motherâ¦and that she can never reveal the fatherâs identity to anyone. Because not only is Trey Winston her bossâs son, heâs also got his eye on the North Carolina senatorâs seatâand he doesnât need a scandal.
But when Debra must work with Trey in organizing his fund-raising dinner, the sparks from their one night of passion still sizzle. Trey knows he should stay away from Debra, but it soon becomes impossible. And as Debraâs life is threatened, Trey promises to keep herâand, unknowingly, the baby she carriesâsafe.
âCome dance with me.â
Treyâs eyes twinkled brightly as he pulled Debra to the dance floor and into his arms. She leaned closer to him.
Trey smiled down at her. His hand on her back was strong and masterful as they took off across the dance floor. âYou look amazing tonight,â he said.
âThank you,â she replied, hoping he couldnât hear the loud thunder of her heartbeat. She wanted to dip her head into the hollow of his throat, feel his body scandalously close against hers. âYour speech was pretty amazing, too.â
He laughed. âWeâll see about that by the campaign donations that appear in the next few weeks. If nothing else, it seems that everyone has had a wonderful time tonight. My only regret is that I havenât had a chance to dance with you before now.â
She raised her head to gaze up at him, and in his blue eyes she saw what she feltâdesire and want and everything that shouldnât have been in those blue depths.
Dear Reader,
Itâs always exciting to kick off a new series, and The Adair Legacy promises to have it allâhot heroes, strong heroines, plenty of secrets and danger all set against a background of politics.
The Winston family is extraordinary, with a strong mother and three brothers who share not only a family bond of love, but also enough dysfunction to crank up the intrigue.
I loved writing the story of eldest brother Trey, a strong man with a dream, and Debra, his motherâs assistant, who threatens everything Trey believed heâd wanted in his life. I hope you enjoy reading their story.
Thanks and keep reading!
Best,
Carla Cassidy
CARLA CASSIDY
is a New York Times bestselling and award-winning author who has written more than one hundred books for Harlequin. In 1995 she won Best Silhouette Romance from RT Book Reviews for Anything for Danny. In 1998 she won a Career Achievement Award for Best Innovative Series from RT Book Reviews.
Carla believes the only thing better than curling up with a good book to read is sitting down at the computer with a good story to write. Sheâs looking forward to writing many more books and bringing hours of pleasure to readers.
Chapter 1
âImpossible.â The single word escaped Debra Prenticeâs lips in disbelieving horror as she stared at the three separate pregnancy tests lined up like little soldiers on her bathroom vanity.
Not one, not two, but three tests and each showing a positive sign. Undeniable results that her brain tried to absorb.
Pregnant. There was no question now that she was pregnant. Sheâd wondered about it when she was late with her period, but had written it off as stress. Sheâd been late in the past.
Pregnant. How was it possible? Even as the question formed in her mind, memories of a single night six weeks ago gave her the answer.
An unexpected encounter, too many drinks and a mad dash to a nearby hotel room where sheâd found complete abandon with a man she had no business being with at all.
Her cheeks burned as she remembered the awkward morning after. Gazes not meeting as they both hurriedly dressed and then the humiliating ride in a cab from the hotel to her front door. And now this, the icing on a cake that should have never been baked in the first place. Pregnant.
A glance at the small clock in the bathroom forced a gasp from her. If she didnât hurry sheâd be late to work, and in all the years that Debra had worked as personal secretary and assistant to Kate Adair Winston, she had never been late to work.
She got up and tossed the tests into the trash, then gave herself a quick glance in the bathroom mirror. The slim black pencil skirt she wore didnât display a hint of her current condition but the red tailored button-up blouse only emphasized the paleness of her face, a paleness that the results of the tests had surely created.
Her light brown hair was already attempting to escape the twisted bun sheâd trapped it in earlier, but she didnât have time to fix it now.
She left the bathroom, deciding that she couldnât, she wouldnât think about her pregnancy right now. She had a little time to figure things out, but right now she had to get her brain in work mode.