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What Belongs to Her
Rachel Brimble
Since the moment a local crime boss claimed ownership of her family’s fairground, Sasha Todd has dreamed of righting the wrong. Now it’s time to act, and backing down to the man’s estranged son is definitely not an option. After all, giving up her legacy to hot-blooded John Jordon means losing the chance to finally heal the wounds in her past.Stopping John in his tracks—and resisting the sizzle between them—is Sasha’s best defense. But there’s more to him than she thought, which changes everything. With what matters most at stake, she’ll have to risk a brand-new future with John, or walk away from the man whose heart belongs to her.
She’s ready to take back what’s hers
Since the moment a local crime boss claimed ownership of her family’s fairground, Sasha Todd has dreamed of righting the wrong. Now it’s time to act, and backing down from the man’s estranged son is definitely not an option. After all, giving up her legacy to hot-blooded John Jordon means losing the chance to finally heal the wounds in her past.
Stopping John in his tracks—and resisting the sizzle between them—is Sasha’s best defense. But there’s more to him than she thought, which changes everything. With what matters most at stake, she’ll have to risk a brand-new future with John, or walk away from the man whose heart belongs to her.
“Relax and enjoy the ride, Mr. Boss Man. It’s fun.”
As if to demonstrate, Sasha lifted her hand from the bar and jabbed both arms high in the air. “Woo-hoo!”
Even as they went in for another sweep at breakneck speed, he couldn’t drag his eyes from hers.
“Cat got your tongue, John?”
A strange clunk rumbled through the mechanics, and his burgeoning smile vanished. “What was—”
Another rumble and the ride spun into freefall. Her hands ripped from the bar and she was flung into his side from the force of gravity whizzing around them. She smashed into his rib cage and the breath left his lungs. “Bloody hell.”
Her gaze ran over his face to linger at his mouth. The desire to kiss her filtered through his mind. To show her who was boss and stop this damn power play she had going on. What was she doing to him? This was not the plan at all.
Dear Reader,
I am thrilled to introduce the first book in the new three-book contract I have signed with the Mills and Boon Superromance line. This is fabulous news for both you and me because it means we can continue to visit my most favorite place in the world, Templeton Cove! How can somewhere I created not be my favorite place? With each book I write set in this fictional U.K. seaside town, I fall more in love with its residents and settings. I am beyond grateful for your wonderful feedback, reviews and ratings for the first two books.
With the third book, I am introducing a brand-new hero and heroine. My heroine, Sasha Todd, runs the town’s fairground. Funland has been in her family for generations before her grandfather sold it to the town’s criminal mastermind, Kyle Jordon. Vowing to one day get the fairground back in her family where it belongs, Sasha thinks when Kyle is imprisoned her time to strike has finally come. Until the son nobody knew existed arrives in town…
John Jordan has plans of his own when he arrives at the Cove—plans to uncover his father’s wrongdoings and publicly ruin the man who murdered his wife’s killer and then abandoned their child. What John doesn’t expect is an adversary in the form of beautiful Sasha Todd. Sparks fly from the beginning between these passionate, strong and determined individuals. Someone’s going to get burned…and fall in love.
I hope you enjoy this third visit to Templeton Cove—the residents will be back again later in 2014 for their first Christmas adventure with you. Don’t forget to bring the mistletoe!
I love to connect with my readers—please “like” my Rachel Brimble page on Facebook and/or follow me on Twitter. I am always there and love to chat!
Best wishes,
Rachel Brimble
What Belongs to Her
Rachel Brimble
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rachel lives with her husband and two young daughters in a small town near Bath in the U.K. After having several novels published by small U.S. presses, she secured agent representation in 2011. In 2012, she sold two books to the Mills and Boon Superromance line and a further three in 2013. Rachel is a member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association and Romance Writers of America. When she isn’t writing, you’ll find her with her head in a book or walking the beautiful English countryside with her family and beloved black Lab, Max. Her dream place to live is Bourton-on-the-Water in South West England.
She is superexcited to have the chance to meet her readers and editors at the upcoming RWA conference in San Antonio, Texas. See you there!
She likes nothing more than connecting and chatting with her readers and fellow romance writers. Rachel would love to hear from you!
Website: www.RachelBrimble.com (http://www.RachelBrimble.com)
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To the many friends and family who continue to support me in my writing endeavors despite the lack of time I get to spend with you guys! You know who you are….
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
This book could not have been written without the wonderful support of three very special romance writers, my intrepid critique partners: A J Nuest, Angel Nicholas and Vonnie Davis…no idea where I’d be without you!
I also want to thank my friend and U.K. romance writer Allie Spencer, who has supported me by answering many questions throughout my research for this book. Thank you, lovely!
Thank you to my agent, Dawn Dowdle, who continues to believe in my work, no matter how many times I doubt myself.
Finally, a huge thank-you to Piya Campana, my wonderful editor, who adores the love and laughter of the Templeton Cove residents equally as much as I do.
Contents
Chapter One (#ud9449c2f-cae8-534a-bbaa-12c58746c363)
Chapter Two (#u13d54923-4796-55f1-9acc-80f5bf4c41c4)
Chapter Three (#u602bc2ed-7651-5bbf-af38-33c46b4f499a)
Chapter Four (#ueb662405-58ea-51b8-8244-522383a04657)
Chapter Five (#u11001e54-722c-5e30-bb3d-be76fc3eb027)
Chapter Six (#u2b985ced-10c0-5091-ad2e-ef4c8dfedca9)
Chapter Seven (#u3ffb5a22-2045-562c-a674-09213698f261)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER ONE
SASHA TODD STOOD ramrod-straight and narrowed her eyes as she studied the man standing near the bumper cars talking to a group of teenage girls. Unease rippled up her spine. Was one of them his daughter? Or was the son of a bitch edging in on forbidden territory? Uncrossing her arms, she pulled back her shoulders and strode forward, suppressed anger burning hot in her stomach.
When she was two feet away from them, one of the girls gave a delighted shriek and threw her arms around the man’s neck. “Thanks, Daddy. You’re the best.”
He laughed. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Now behave yourselves. I’ll be back at nine-thirty to pick you up.”
The girl untangled herself from her father’s embrace and waved, linking arms with her friend, her father’s generous wad of spending money clutched in her hand. Her father stared fondly after her, before pulling a bunch of keys from his pocket and heading toward the fairground gates. Sasha released her held breath, heat pinching her cheeks. She couldn’t deny the proud smile he wore was one of a father who adored and cared for his little girl.
She sent silent thanks to God, relieved that her continual paranoia had been proven unsubstantiated once again. Happiness relaxed her shoulders, and she smiled as she surveyed the domain that would soon be entirely hers, excitement washing through her. She rounded one of the three Funland burger stands and came to an abrupt stop, her eyebrows rising in appreciation.
“Well, hello there.” She casually appraised the handsome stranger standing at the Ferris wheel.
His dark, glossy hair and the gray five-o’clock shadow that brushed his jaw caught her interest...but it was the muscular forearms revealed beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his checked shirt, and the undoubtedly strong thighs covered with faded denim that reeled her in all the way.
Dance music pulsed from the loudspeakers at the corners of the bumper cars, and screams emanated from the roller coaster hurtling along the tracks above. Sasha’s heart rate hitched higher. Lordy, the man was built. Inhaling a deep breath, she wandered closer under the pretense of cool nonchalance.
Tomorrow she’d face Kyle Jordon’s asshole second-in-command and begin the task of taking back the fair from Kyle’s criminal hands—but for tonight, she wanted some personal time. Some time to release the pressure of having to endure years of silent frustration. Frustration that had built to bursting if her earlier, misconstrued, father/daughter exchange was anything to go by.
She smiled. If everything went to plan, the fair would finally soon be back in the Todd family after Kyle had maliciously stolen it from her dying grandfather when he was in his most vulnerable and desperate state.
Exhaling, she concentrated on the satisfying sight of the stranger’s taut ass. She tossed her hair over her shoulders, enjoying a rare rush of power. He stared up at the Ferris wheel as it slowly worked its romantic magic around the couples swinging to and fro in the brightly colored carriages. His jaw was a hardened line as he intently studied the ride. The man looked as though he wanted to spit at the joviality of it.
As she drew closer, the stiff set of his shoulders and the fisted hands at his hips swayed Sasha’s confidence. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. She glanced up at the ride. What if his girlfriend was up there alone and avoiding him? Or worse, up there with a new lover? A guy pitching for a fight was the last thing she needed added to her already teetering pile of problems.
Her smile dissolved and she shrugged on her manager persona. A potential fight brewing gave her no choice but to step in and cool the simmering fire before it had time to set fully alight. Sidling up beside him, she gave a loud, theatrical cough.
He turned, and his dark blue eyes coolly pinned her to the spot. She forced herself to stand still as his gaze languidly glided over her face, lingering for a moment at her lips. No smile lifted the corners of his mouth. No softness seeped into his hardened study.
She smiled even as her stomach knotted. “Hi.”
He continued to stare.
Okay, so he’s got that sexy, broody thing going on, but since when does a guy—any guy—leave me speechless? Say something...
“Well, you’re all sorts of angry, aren’t you?” Great, Sasha. Just poetic.
He lifted an eyebrow and turned his focus back to the ride.
She frowned and glared at his profile, feeling like an idiot. The guy needed to take a serious chill pill. Did he think he had a monopoly on being pissed off? Wakey, wakey, mister, the entire human race holds a grudge of one kind or another.
“I was only trying to make conversation. If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s fine.” She shrugged. “I haven’t seen you before and, as I’m the person running things around here, I thought you might appreciate a friendly word, a kind welcome. My name’s Sasha—”
“I know who you are.”
She stiffened. The deep, smooth lilt of his upper-class English voice filled her with equal measures of attraction and warning. “Pardon me?”
He faced her and crossed his arms across his broad chest. “You’re Sasha Todd, exceptionally pretty and svelte manageress of this fairground, known so lovingly as Funland. You work for Kyle Jordon. Although, while Kyle’s currently boarding at Her Majesty’s pleasure in prison, you are undoubtedly forced to answer to his bull mastiff of a lapdog, the wonderfully charming and partially toothed Freddy Campton. Am I right?”
Sasha crossed her arms, mimicking his stance as irritation simmered inside her. “Yes, but who—”
“How do you feel about that, Miss Todd?”
“What?”
“Moreover, how are you going to feel knowing that from tomorrow, you’ll be answering to me and not him?”
Sasha froze as his words filtered through her mind. What the hell did he just say? She uncrossed her arms and splayed her hands on her hips. “Is this some kind of joke?”
A flicker of amusement lit his eyes before he blinked and they turned cold once more. “No joke. From tomorrow you’ll be reporting to me.”
Panic and disbelief hurtled through her. Who the hell does this guy think he is? She huffed out a laugh. “I don’t think so. Who are you?”
“Your new boss.”
She grinned, hoping it would coerce some semblance of a smile to his lips and make him tell her he was kidding. “Very funny. You’re a funny guy, Mr.—”
“You don’t believe me?” His face remained unnervingly impassive.
Okay, enough was enough. “I asked you who you are. If you want to toss a revelation like that at me, the least you can do is tell me your name. Not that I’m likely to believe a word you say after this slightly creepy performance.”
He uncrossed his arms and offered his hand, which she took without thinking. His hand enveloped hers. Warm, smooth and unnervingly large. Why did she have the sudden and unwelcome suspicion nothing about this guy was small or weak?
“John Jordon.” He shook her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
