His Heir, Her Secret
“You’re carrying my baby. You will be my bride…”For two glorious weeks, Cate Everett shared Brody Stewart’s bed. Four months later and the seductive Scotsman is back in town. Will she be living a loveless sham or will he throw his heart into the bargain?
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âYouâre carrying my baby. You will be my bride.â
For two glorious weeks, Cate Everett shared the bed of Brody Stewart, a man sheâd just met and never expected to see again. Fast forward four months, and the seductive Scotsman is back in town...with the solution to Cateâs baby-to-be dilemma. But if she becomes Brodyâs bride, will she be living a loveless sham? Or will he throw his heart into the bargain?
USA TODAY bestselling author JANICE MAYNARD loved books and writing even as a child. But it took multiple rejections before she sold her first manuscript. Since 2002, she has written over forty-five books and novellas. Janice lives in east Tennessee with her husband, Charles. They love hiking, traveling and spending time with family.
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HIS HEIR, HER SECRET
© 2018 Janice Maynard
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
The Scotsman was back. Heart pounding, hands sweating, Cate Everett leaned over her old-fashioned, nicked-up porcelain sink and eased the curtain aside with one finger. From the vantage point of her upstairs apartment, she had a perfect view of the comings and goings across the street.
Brody Stewart. The man she hadnât seen in four months and believed she would never see again. Brody Stewart. Six feet and more of broad shoulders, sinewy muscles and a rough-velvet brogue of a voice that could shuck the panties off a girl before she knew what was happening. The Scotsman was back.
She wasnât ready. Dear Lord, she wasnât ready.
Her freshly brewed cup of tea sat cooling on the table behind her. The late February day had been icy and drear, a perfect match for the mood that had plagued her since climbing out of bed at dawn. Sheâd thought the comforting drink would cheer her up.
Instead, a clatter of slamming doors and deep male voices had distracted her...driven her to the window. And now she knew. The Scotsman was back.
In all fairness, Cate had never seen disaster coming four months ago. When a manâs grandmother introduces you to her grandson, a woman usually thinks the guy canât get his own dates.
Only in this case, it wasnât true. Brody Stewart could have any woman he wanted with one twinkle of his long-lashed, indigo-blue eyes. She still remembered the tiny lines that crinkled at the corners of those gorgeous eyes when he smiled. Brody smiled a lot.
Oh, jeez. Her legs wobbled in sync with the drunken butterflies in her stomach. She needed to sit down. She needed to drink her tea. But she couldnât tear herself away from the window.
