No woman has ever caught him...until now
Rafe Lawson is driven by two things: his music and living a life away from the influence of his powerful senator father. The woman he meets at a high-profile family celebration wonât change his playboy ways. Still, Rafe is intrigued by the stunning Secret Service agent who never mixes business and pleasure. He has no choice but to jet to DC and use his legendary Lawson power of seduction to win over Avery Richards.
The first female in her family to rise up the ranks of high-level government security, Avery is comfortable flying halfway across the world at a momentâs notice. But her desire for the sax-playing heir to a political dynasty creates more tension than being on presidential detail. Their fathers are enemies who share a long, bitter history. When Avery falls for Rafe, her loyalty to her family is tested and Rafeâs contentious feud with his father could cost them everything. They must now decide whatâs most importantâthe life theyâve always lived or the one they can possibly make together.
âAre you okay?â
âYes. Fine.â She smiled.
âGoing in?â he asked with what sounded like amusement in his voice.
âOf course.â She took her purse from the passenger seat, extracted the key from the ignition and accepted his hand.
When she was drawn to her feet, mere inches separated them. Her gaze landed on his collarbone and she realized how tall he actually was and how his lean frame belied the power beneath.
Avery swallowed and stepped around him. Her heart banged mercilessly as she walked to her front door with Rafe a half step behind.
She turned. âThanks so much for inviting me tonight. I had a great time.â
His eyes picked up the light from the moon and seemed to sparkle. He grinned, leaned down and placed a featherlight kiss on her forehead. âGood night. Rest well. I hope you donât mind if I call on you again.â
âYouâre going to fly all the way from Louisiana to DC just to see me?â
âMy family has a place in Arlington, Virginia. When I have good reason, I stay there.â He leveled his gaze on her. âDo I have good reason?â
âYou might,â she managed to say.
Dear Reader,
Throughout the Lawson-family series, Rafe Lawson has been that elusive, dangerous, sexy shadow that readers were dying to discover more about. Surrender to Me is his story.
To be honest, I was terrified to finally write about Rafe. The stakes seemed so high. But I put on my big-girl pants and dug in. The shroud of mystery around the man was slowly pulled back, and I know that the revelations will surprise as well as endear him even further in your hearts.
Rafe is complicated, a confirmed bachelor with looks, money and charisma sprinkled with a heavy dose of Southern gentleman, and it takes an extraordinary woman like Avery Richards to make him realize that surrendering is not a weakness. Creating Avery, I knew that she needed to be really different. So she is a Secret Service agent skilled at looking for anything out of place. Avery is fearless and focused even as she has her own internal enemies to deal with. I hope that you will laugh, cry, scream and root for Rafe and Avery. I know that I did!
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As always, thank you all for twenty-five years of support!
Until next time,
Donna
DONNA HILL published her first novel in 1990. She now has more than eighty titles in print. Three of her novels have been adapted for television. She has received numerous awards and recognition for her wide body of work. In her other life, Donna is an assistant professor of English at Medgar Evers College in Brooklyn, New York, and an adjunct professor at Baruch College and Essex County College. She has an MFA in creative writing from Goddard College. Donna lives in Brooklyn with her family. Visit her website at www.donnahill.com.
This novel is lovingly dedicated to my tireless editor,
Glenda Howard, who continues to champion my work.
Chapter 1
A warm leg brushed against his. Rafe Lawson glanced over his shoulder through dark eyes still lazy with sleep. He blinked slowly in the dim light of early morning, bringing the body next to him into focus. The night before began to come back to him in brief snapshots. His grandfather Cliveâs birthday party. Bourbon. Music. Beautiful women.
He gently lifted the pale blue sheet that covered her body and peeked beneath. Hmm. Very nice. But for the life of him he couldnât remember her name. And she definitely was not the woman heâd dreamed about all nightâthe woman heâd met at the party.