âMaybe we shouldnât worry about words.â
He felt her quiver, almost heard her questioning her own resolve. But she didnât bawl him out. Didnât move away.
Rather, still looking ahead, she lifted her chin and said, âI think we should go back.â
âAnything you want.â His lips brushed a line up to her lobe. Anything at all.
Gently he turned her head until they were gazing into each otherâs eyes, noses touching. She quivered, but not from the cold.
âWould it surprise you to know,â he said, âthat Iâve always wanted to make love on a beach under a full moon with a batch of turtles ready to hatch?â
A smile touched her eyes. âWhat a coincidence.â
He twirled his nose around hers, stole a featherlight kiss from one side of her mouth.
âCole, when I said something might happen, I didnât mean this.â
His hand on her arm, he brought her closer.
âI did.â
Dear Reader,
When my editor asked if Iâd like to submit for my very own series, I jumped at the chance! I love linked books and knew precisely what the stories should offer.
Foremost passion and unforgettable characters. Then a fast-paced plot along with a good dollop of dramaâthe kind of intensity that revolves around dark secrets, big family and glamorous settings.
Roll that all together and you have THE HUNTER PACT, a series based upon a billion dollar media conglomerate, Hunter Enterprises, and the warring siblings who run it. This first installmentâLosing Controlâis eldest brother Coleâs story.
The word leader was created for Cole Hunter, along with tags like loner, workaholic, defender and even misunderstood. When a sassy nothing-new-to-offer producer is employed without Coleâs knowledge, he chooses responsibility over instant attraction. Thereâs enough on his plate, including tracking down his fatherâs would-be assassin.
But Taryn Quinn knows what she wants and wonât quit till she gets it. Much depends on her success in launching her project with Hunterâs. Sheâs prepared to do anything to achieve her goal ⦠and I do mean anything.
I hope you enjoy Losing Control!
Robyn
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ROBYN GRADY was first published with Mills & Boon in 2007. Her books have since featured regularly on bestseller lists and at award ceremonies, including a National Readersâ Choice Award, a Booksellersâ Best Award, CataRomance Reviewersâ Choice Award and Australiaâs prestigious Romantic Book of the Year Award.
Robyn lives on Queenslandâs beautiful Sunshine Coast with her real-life hero husband and three daughters. When she can be dragged away from tapping out her next story, Robyn visits the theater, the beach and the mall (a lot!). To keep fit, she jogs (and shops) and dances with her youngest to Hannah Montana.
Robyn believes writing romance is the best job on the planet and she loves to hear from her readers. So drop by www.robyngrady.com and pass on your thoughts!
This book is dedicated to the friends I made during my own days working in the media. Never a dull moment!
With thanks to my editor, Shana Smith, for her
support and work on this book and THE HUNTER PACT series.
Eyes shot up and all conversation ceased as Cole Hunter burst in and let loose a growl. Cole wouldnât apologize. He abhorred being kept in the dark, particularly when the deception concerned the man he respected most in the world.
Once, Coleâs father had been a corporate powerhouse, a leader to be admired and, frequently, feared. More recently, however, Guthrie Hunter had softened. The responsibility of running Hunter Enterprises had fallen largely upon Coleâs shoulders. The eldest of four, he was the person family leaned upon in a crisis, whether the drama unfolded here in Sydney or at one of the other Hunter offices located in Los Angeles and New York City.
Cole didnât want to think about that ongoing drama in Seattle.
His fatherâs personal receptionist flew to her feet. With a look, Cole set her back in her seat then strode toward colossal doors that displayed the flourishing Hunter Enterprises emblem. How the hell could he keep things well oiled and on track if he wasnât informed? Dammit, he couldnât fix what he didnât know.
Cole broke through the doors. Turning to close them again, his gaze brushed over the three openmouthed guests waiting in the reception area, one being a woman with wide summer-blue eyes and flaxen hair that fell like tumbles of silk on either side of her curious face. His raging pulse skipped several beats before thumping back to life. Work in television production meant beautiful ladies day in and day out, but true star quality was one in a million and this woman had it in spades. She must be auditioning for a show, Cole surmised. A special project if Guthrie Hunter planned to conduct the interview himself.
Something else he knew zip about.
His jaw tight, Cole slammed the doors shut. Swinging around, he faced the polished hardwood desk, which had prefaced that wall of glittering awards for as long as Cole could remember. Unperturbed, a silver-haired man sat in a high-backed leather chair, receiver pressed to an ear. Coleâs sources said three hours had passed since a second attempt had been made on his fatherâs life. Guthrie had probably wondered what had kept his firstborn so long.