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Love - From His Point Of View!: Meeting at Midnight
Maureen Child

Eileen Wilks

Anne Marie Winston

Meeting at Midnight by Eileen Wilks Seely Jones had secrets, hidden talents and a shadowed past. In Ben's arms she wasn't the elusive earth mother she seemed, but a fiery temptress he was determined to keep in his bed and in his life forever. Lost in Sensation by Maureen Child Sam Holden's isolation was shaken by sexy whirlwind Tricia Wright. And when the proposed sleeping arrangements turned intimate, it was only a matter of time before his resolve to keep the world at a distance melted.For Services Rendered by Anne Marie Winston They'd worked together for years, but security expert Sam Deering never knew what was beneath his plain-Jane employees baggy clothing. Then, on the night of Delilah Smith's twenty-ninth birthday, Sam no longer had to wonder as virginal Del announced she was ready.

Get inside a gorgeous man’s head…

LOVE—FROM HIS

POINT OF VIEW!

Three red-hot, exhilarating romances from three beloved Mills & Boon authors

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LOVE—FROM HIS

POINT OF VIEW!

EILEEN WILKS

MAUREEN CHILD

ANNE MARIE WINSTON

MEETING AT

MIDNIGHT

BY

EILEEN WILKS

LOST IN

SENSATION

BY

MAUREEN CHILD

FOR SERVICES

RENDERED

BY

ANNE MARIE WINSTON

MILLS & BOON

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Table of Contents

Cover Page (#u843d66d9-96dd-5954-a221-f38c6d102240)

Excerpt (#u75fb5e51-8226-5cd6-9b13-8c51e76ea828)

Other Books By (#u7555c7d8-601d-53a2-972d-19a73a76c6d4)

Love—from His Point of View! (#u04b75eca-39ef-5642-a461-dd021ed79262)

Meeting At Midnight (#u2dbdfc4f-580b-5513-b39b-748caf63986c)

About the Author (#u2e0be0b1-88a9-5078-be73-2836bf95ee3b)

Dedication (#u1a83e129-bc08-5cf9-9c20-d58ea0654e79)

Chapter 1 (#uf7c9859f-153c-5e77-a719-d317c5f1f4b1)

Chapter 2 (#u5b645fdf-f20c-5804-8969-4aff9f9ab312)

Chapter 3 (#u1b8e68cd-e9e8-5b04-b40c-b05f0f20967b)

Chapter 4 (#u4e454795-cf41-5873-b02a-495a55f4a3d0)

Chapter 5 (#u8c924ef4-8ff7-5498-ba04-ddb3e7c6a0f1)

Chapter 6 (#ua76a15e7-786a-55b4-ae9b-24d1bf465f29)

Chapter 7 (#ufaa32f2a-9a74-5f89-ba97-23cefd5138ca)

Chapter 8 (#ud9fd18df-5b55-54dc-beb6-9c433f0ffbf8)

Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)

Lost In Sensation (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 1 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 2 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 3 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 4 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)

For Services Rendered (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 1 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 2 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 3 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 4 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

MEETING AT MIDNIGHT

Eileen Wilks is a fifth-generation Texan. Her great-great-grandmother came to Texas in a covered wagon shortly after the end of the Civil War—excuse us, the War Between the States. But she’s not a full-blooded Texan. Right after another war, her Texan father fell for a Yankee woman. This obviously mismatched pair proceeded to travel to nine cities in three countries in the first twenty years of their marriage, raising two kids and innumerable dogs and cats along the way. For the next twenty years they stayed put, back home in Texas again—and still together.

Eileen figures her professional career matches her nomadic upbringing, since she’s tried everything from draughting to a brief stint as a ranch hand. Not until she started writing did she “stay put,” because that’s when she knew she’d come home. Readers can write to her at PO Box 4612, Midland, TX 79704-4612, USA.

This book is dedicated to my editor, Mary-Theresa Hussey, who is as extraordinary in her own way as the story’s heroine. At its best, the writer-editor relationship is a partnership that deepens over time, resulting in stronger, richer stories. I’ve been lucky. I’ve worked with the best.

One

I wasn’t thinking about dying. I wasn’t thinking much at all, this being one of those nights when a man didn’t want to listen to the noise in his head. I’d turned the radio up loud in an effort to drown out any stray thoughts, but that may have been a mistake.

Damned country music. Every other song was about loving and losing. So why did I keep listening to it?

I grimaced and drummed my fingers on the steering wheel. The wipers were slapping sleet along with rain from the wind-shield, and the wind was blowing hard. But I knew this road almost as well as I knew my own street. And I’d lived there all my life.

All my life…forty years now. Most of those years I hadn’t lived in the big old house alone, but I was alone there now. Forty years old and alone.

And getting dumber instead of smarter, apparently. I scowled at the strip of highway pinned by my truck’s headlights. Why had I let Sorenson talk me into hanging around for a drink after we shook on the deal? I wasn’t a complete idiot, though. Despite Sorenson’s good-ol’-boy bonhomie, I’d limited myself to a single drink.