Stripped
She wasn’t into bad boysUntil she met him…Getting naked with reclusive billionaire Hart Rochester isn’t part of Daisy Adler’s PR campaign. She’s on the stunning Whitsunday Islands to save his reputation, but after clashing with the infuriating, sexy CEO a fling is the perfect way to burn off energy after-hours… As they strip each other bare their desire only rages hotter—but can a man with such a tortured soul ever be the partner she needs beyond the bedroom?
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She wasnât into bad boys
Until she met him...
Getting naked with reclusive billionaire Hart Rochester isnât part of Daisy Adlerâs PR campaign. Sheâs on the stunning Whitsunday Islands to save his reputation, but after clashing with the infuriating, sexy CEO, a fling is the perfect way to burn off energy after-hours... As they strip each other bare, their desire only rages hotterâbut can a man with such a tortured soul ever be the partner she needs beyond the bedroom?
NICOLA MARSH is a USA TODAY bestselling and multi-award-winning author who loves nothing better than losing herself in a story. A physiotherapist in a previous life, she now divides her time between raising two dashing heroes, whipping up delish meals, cheering on her footy team and writingâher dream job. And she chats on social media. A lot. Come say hi! Instagram, Twitter, Facebookâsheâs there! Also find her at nicolamarsh.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08682-0
STRIPPED
© 2019 Nicola Marsh
Published in Great Britain 2019
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For my friend Tina,
whoâs always up for a trip to Chaddie and never complains when I drag her through Mecca or Sephora. Love our lunches!
Contents
Hart
IâM NURSING MY third bourbon when Kevin barges into my office without knocking.
âThought Iâd find you here,â he says, helping himself to a double shot and joining me in the leather armchairs around the coffee table.
âNot a great deduction on your part, considering Iâve been sitting here every night for the past two weeks.â
âYouâre a sarcastic bastard.â He raises his glass to me before tipping it back and draining half in one gulp. âYour grandfather was the same. The great Ralfe Rochester took shit from nobody.â
My throat tightens, like it does every time anyone mentions Pa. It has been three long weeks since the funeral here on Gem Island, his favourite island in the Whitsundays, four since he diedâwithout me beside him. Pa wasnât just sarcastic; he was a stubborn old bastard too.
He shouldâve called me; shouldâve told me about the ongoing heart-valve problems. But he didnât and he dropped dead before I could tell him half of what I shouldâve. Like how much he changed my life. Like how much I owed him. Like how much I loved him despite doing my best to prove otherwise since he found me.
He died not knowing how I felt about him and thatâs something Iâll have to live with every single day.
âHeâd be proud of what youâre doing here.â Kevin gestures around the monstrous office, with an entire glass wall overlooking the resort and the ocean beyond. âThis hotel has always been his favourite.â
