From making his bed…
To sharing it!
Charismatic Jake Sanderson has always flustered shy housekeeper Abby Jenkins. She deliberately avoids his intoxicating presence while cleaning his Sydney mansion. Until, after an emotional encounter, she glimpses another side to her enigmatic boss…
Being suddenly swept into Jake’s world—and his arms!—is an eye-opening experience for widow Abby. Exhilarated by their thrilling chemistry, she’s finally emerging from the shadows of her grief, more confident than before. But when Jake’s number one rule is no long-termrelationships, how can ordinary maid Abby possibly tame the wild billionaire?
Born and raised in the Australian bush, MIRANDA LEE was boarding-school-educated, and briefly pursued a career in classical music before moving to Sydney and embracing the world of computers. Happily married, with three daughters, she began writing when family commitments kept her at home. She likes to create stories that are believable, modern, fast-paced and sexy. Her interests include meaty sagas, doing word puzzles, gambling and going to the movies.
Also by Miranda Lee
Taken Over by the Billionaire
The Italian’s Unexpected Love-Child
Marrying a Tycoon miniseries
The Magnate’s Tempestuous Marriage
The Tycoon’s Outrageous Proposal
The Tycoon’s Scandalous Proposition
Rich, Ruthless and Renowned miniseries
The Italian’s Ruthless Seduction
The Billionaire’s Ruthless Affair
The Playboy’s Ruthless Pursuit
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08853-4
MAID FOR THE UNTAMED BILLIONAIRE
© 2019 Miranda Lee
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Dedicated to my sister, Wendy.
A lovely lady and my best friend.
JAKE NEEDED A HOUSEKEEPER.
But not the live-in kind. The last thing he wanted was someone underfoot all the time, picking up after him, forcing him to make conversation and invading his space. The reason Jake had bought a house a few years ago was to have his own space.
After spending weeks in hospital and then another month at the rehabilitation clinic, he’d wanted nothing more than to be by himself. So he’d turned down the offers to live with relatives and bought this place in East Balmain, calling it a thirtieth birthday present to himself.
He’d thought he could make do with a cleaner coming in three times a week. And he had managed—in a fashion, even in the beginning when he’d been pretty useless, his leg still not totally healed. He’d shopped online and sent his laundry out, a routine he’d continued even after he was fully better and back working.