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AN HEIR MADE IN HAWAII

Emmy Grayson

A dull roaring drowned out the sounds around her. Each beat of her heart felt magnified, thundering inside her body as Anika stared at him.

‘What?’ she finally managed to gasp.

‘You want me. I want you.’

‘I never said I wanted you,’ she sputtered.

Nicholas watched her, his fingers pressing more firmly against her back, his eyes glowing with that same predatory light she’d glimpsed on the catamaran.

‘You also never said you didn’t. So tell me now, Anika. Tell me you haven’t thought about me kissing you. Tell me,’ he continued, his husky voice washing over her and sending sinful shivers racing over her body, ‘you didn’t think about how we’d be together when you were in my arms on the boat. That you didn’t imagine me tracing my fingers, my lips, over every inch of your incredible body.’

Say something!

But she couldn’t. Not when her imagination was conjuring up carnal images of her and Nicholas entwined, arms wrapped around each other as he trailed his lips over her neck, her breasts, his hips pressing against hers without any barriers between them.

‘Ah.’ His smile deepened. ‘So you have thought about it.’

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His Innocent Unwrapped in Iceland

Jackie Ashenden

The heaviness in his chest shifted again, gathering tighter.

Isla was teasing him, laughter in her blue eyes as she relaxed in the seat next to him, and she was just so...beautiful.

Orion almost couldn’t look at her, the urge to grab her and pull her into his arms nearly overwhelming him. In fact, it shocked him how tenuous his control was. If he wasn’t careful, the moment they landed, he really would grab her. He’d take her upstairs and rip her clothes off before she’d even have a chance to take a breath.

But he’d already decided he wasn’t going to do that, and not just with a kiss either. When they slept together again, it would be because she wanted him, because she’d asked for it, because she’d given herself to him. It wouldn’t be because he’d taken it.

One day I’ll write a book with gunfights and car chases. But it is not this day and it is not this book. :)

CHAPTER ONE

ISLAKENDRICK,DRAPEDINthe delicate ivory silk of her wedding gown, stood in the narthex of the ancient abbey where she was about to get married and clutched at her bouquet of delicate pink peonies as if they were a lifeline.

Orion North, the man who for the past year had been angling to take over Kendricks’ Family Christmas, the company that had been in David Kendrick’s family for generations and provided much of the Christmas-themed products and services around the world, surveyed her dispassionately, his amber gaze cold as it always was.

He’d simply appeared in the narthex as if by magic, and she didn’t know what he was doing here. She certainly hadn’t invited him to the wedding, and her adoptive father wouldn’t have either. She’d met him across the boardroom table, of course, during his negotiations to buy Kendricks’ off her father, and also at a few business functions she’d attended. She’d found him cold and distinctly unlikeable.

She liked him even less now.

Her two bridesmaids—her father’s two secretaries, since she didn’t have any sisters—were fussing with her train, but as soon as Orion had stepped into the narthex they’d stopped and stared at him instead. Unsurprisingly.

He was a man who commanded if not demanded attention, and that was only one of the reasons Isla found him so irritating.

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