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"Aren't you forgetting something?" Sophie asked, her smile disappearing. She rested took her left hand off of the railing to cover mine. "You said the right woman. You have to find her first."

Instead of answering, I pulled her closer, whispering into her ear. "I think I already have," I said, hearing her breath catch. "That is, when she realizes that she's the right one."

"I see," Sophie replied. "Well, you might have to convince this woman that she should choose you. What more do you have to offer besides a very handsome face, an obviously large bank account, and a pretty good taste in music and movies?"

I laughed, and ran my hand down her back to rest on her hip. "I can also cook, and I promise that I'd never let her down."

"Really?" she said, turning totally to me and wrapping her arms around my waist. "That's quite a lot to live up to. You might be challenged to prove it every night. Your woman might have a very active libido, after all."

Picking her up in my arms, I turned and carried her inside, towards my bedroom. "I can't let her down," I said, burying my face into her neck and kissing the tender soft skin. "I guess I'll just have to show her what I'm made of."

I knew that satisfying her sexual needs would never be a problem. But the whole family thing was a fantasy for me. I wished it could someday be so, but in my line of work, I’m not sure if that day would ever come.



To Be Continued…





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The Courtship Maneuver, Book One





By Alexa Wilder




Chloe Henson is in love with her boss. Completely, totally, head over heels in love. She knows he doesn't feel the same way - she doesn't expect him too. Sam Logan is successful and wealthy, and he only dates supermodels. When he could have any woman in Las Vegas, why would he want his shy, abundantly curvy assistant? Determined to ignore her heart, Chloe puts her feelings on hold. But when her brother disappears, and she ends up in the cross-hairs of the Russian mob, she has nowhere to turn. Except to Sam.



Sam Logan has a problem. He has a thing for his assistant, but he knows he can't act on it. Chloe's the best assistant he's ever had, and over the three years they've worked together, she's become his best friend. Chloe is so shy, he knows one wrong move will send her running. When her irresponsible brother rips off a mob boss and vanishes, Chloe is in danger, and Sam's tired of waiting to make his move. The best way to keep her safe is to make her his. But with bullets flying and betrayal around every corner, can Sam convince Chloe that this is more than just a fling?





Chapter 1





Chloe





I lay on the couch reading a book on my tablet; the screen dimmed so the light wouldn’t give me away. Beside me, a mug of tea steamed, scenting the air with herbs and flowers. I was trying to relax. Tea, a good book, sacking out on the couch. I should have been totally chilled.

Instead, every muscle in my body was tense. The house was brand new, but each creak sent shivers down my spine. I wasn’t supposed to be here. No one was. I’d left the lights off, sneaking around in the shadows to set up my sleeping bag on the couch and brewing my tea using the built-in hot water spout in the kitchen. Dinner had been a drive-through burger and fries, the now empty bag sitting on the floor beside me.

The idea had been to hide out, try to calm down somewhere safe, and then figure out what to do. So far, it wasn’t working. I’d taken care of the hiding out somewhere safe part. At least I hoped I had. No one who might be looking for me would be looking here.

As far as figuring out what to do? I had no clue. It wasn’t even my mess I was running from. It was my baby brother’s. I’d been taking care of him our whole lives. It had been suggested to me, more than once, that maybe it was time to stop. But he was my brother. My only real family. I wouldn’t turn my back on him.

The glare of headlights flashed across the front windows of the two story house, sending terror crashing through me. No one should be here. There weren’t any residents in this neighborhood. It was a new construction community, and I was squatting in the model home.

A truck pulled into the driveway and idled. Struggling to catch my breath, I slid off the couch and moved to hide behind its bulk. Should I try to sneak out the back door? I’d parked a few streets away so my car in the drive wouldn’t be obvious, and I’d have to pick my way across the construction site in the dark. But that was preferable to facing the people looking for me.