Whatâs behind her beautiful mask?
FBI agent Kaden Farrell is on a mission. Heâs undercover at Fitzgerald House in Savannah, where a little girl is the key to his investigation. And thatâs what he needs to focus on, not a down-and-out heiress whose jeweled eyes haunt his dreams.
Courtney Smythe might be spoiled, but when Kaden notices her ease with the children at the B and B, he sees the beauty beyond her looks. Getting close to Courtney will help his case, and giving in to attraction is the right thing to do. Even if it means perpetuating a lie...
Kaden stared into her eyes and the room shrank.
âWere you the little girl in the story?â His voice was a deep caress, drawing Courtney closer.
âWhat?â
He swept her hair off her face. âWere you that unhappy girl?â
She didnât want to talk. Didnât want to move. She wanted him to touch her. âIâ¦I was making up a story for the kids.â
âRight.â He tucked a curl back behind her ear, and a single finger stroked down her cheek. His blue eyes locked on hers as he brushed her lower lip with his thumb. âIâm so sorry.â
Her breath caught in her chest.
Finally, Kaden was going to kiss herâ¦
Dear Reader,
Ever since I started the Fitzgerald House series, Iâve wanted to redeem Courtney Smythe (she sure has been nasty). I wanted to figure out why she hasnât thrived like her brother, Gray. Of course, her father calling her a âpretty little ornamentâ hasnât helped.
When her dad cuts off her money and insists she find a job, Courtney suspects Gray caused her problems. She heads to Savannah, hoping her father will cool off. But Gray wonât let her sponge off him. Courtney works for the B and B. And fails. Tries to get the attention of the hot handyman. And fails. When she becomes a nanny to the kids living at the B and B, she finally finds her calling.
As a child, Kaden Farrellâs grandfather saved him from his drug-dealing parents. So when his grandfather breaks his hip working at Fitzgerald House, Kaden rushes to his side. At the B and B, his FBI drug-task-force job and his grandfatherâs health intersect. The dealer heâs been chasing dropped her daughter off with the kidâs father, who lives at the B and B. Kaden, pretending to be a handyman, cozies up to the girlâs beautiful nanny. Even though Kadenâs not sure he even likes Courtney, sparks between them fly.
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Nan Dixon
NAN DIXON spent her formative years as an actress, singer, dancer and golfer. But the need to eat had her studying accounting in college. Unfortunately, being a successful financial executive didnât feed her passion to perform. When the company she worked for was purchased, Nan got the chance of a lifetimeâthe opportunity to pursue a writing career. Sheâs a five-time Golden Heart® Award finalist and award-winning author, lives in the Midwest and is active in her local RWA chapter and the board of a dance company. She has five children, three sons-in-law, two granddaughters, a new grandson and one neurotic cat.
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To Mom and Dad always.
To my fabulous family. Thank you for your love and support. Iâm dedicating this one to the women: Meghan, Allison and Anne. I couldnât be prouder.
I must thank my Harlequin team: Megan Long, Victoria Curran, Piya Campana, Deirdre McCluskey and the wonderful group who bring my books to my readers. And of course, my marvelous agent, Laura Bradford.
My critique group challenges me to dig deeper. Thank you Ann Hinnenkamp, Leanne Farella, Neroli Lacey and Kathryn Kohorst. And my Golden Heart® sisters keep me saneâDreamweavers, Lucky 13s, Starcatchers and the Unsinkables. And my writing communityâMFW, youâre the best.
Of course I canât forget the group that started it all: my sisters. Mo, Sue and Trish.
CHAPTER ONE
May
âHOW MANY BODIES?â Kaden ducked under the yellow police tape and climbed the rotting porch steps.
âThree.â The photographer pointed at the man by his feet. âOne here. Two inside.â
Kaden flashed his credentials at the uniform guarding the door. Plywood covered the cabinâs windows. The siding might have been white once. Now it peeled off termite-infested wood. Cement blocks propped up a corner of the wraparound porch. The place would probably blow over in the next tropical storm to hit the coast of Georgia.