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In Bed with the Devil / High-Society Mistress: In Bed with the Devil
Katherine Garbera
Susan Mallery
Be swept away by passion… with intense drama and compelling plots, these emotionally powerful reads will keep you captivated from beginning to end.In Bed with the Devil Susan Mallery When he arrived at Hunter’s Landing, Jack found his best friend’s shy little sister had become a breathtaking woman – with an axe to grind. Still smarting over Jack’s long ago rejection, Meredith was intent on luring the millionaire mogul into her bed…and her bed was right across the hall. Could Jack keep a decade-old promise?High-Society Mistress Katherine Garbera Refused a promotion by her tycoon father, heiress Tempest Lambert offered her services to his worst enemy, devastatingly handsome Gavin Renard, who had made millions as a corporate raider. Gavin still had a score to settle; using Tempest as a pawn in his takeover game was tempting. Making her his mistress – that was an offer he couldn’t refuse.
In Bed with the Devilby Susan Mallery
To The Samurai –
If you’re all reading this, it means you survived your month here at the lodge. I bet you thought it was going to drive you crazy, right? None of us were ever the type to settle down for long. That’s why I made those twenty million dollars dependent on your sticking around. Money talks, brothers. I’m glad you all made it.
Meri always said I was the guy who kept you all together, and she was afraid that after I was gone, The Samurai would be no more. Well, I wasn’t about to let that happen. When I got sick I discovered what really mattered. Have you worked it out yet?
Yeah, I thought so.
Hunter
High-Society Mistressby Katherine Garbera
He was all arrogant male.
Totally sure of himself and his impact on her. And she wished she could prove him wrong. Wished she could take a step away from him and dismiss him with a snooty comment that would put him in his place.
He smelled even better up close than he had when she’d shaken his hand. He crowded closer to her and she fought not to back up. But in the end her need for personal space won out and she inched away from him.
“You’re crowding me,” she said carefully. She was completely out of her element with this man.
“Good.”
“Why good?”
“I like it when you get your back up.”
“I don’t ‘get my back up.’ I’m a well-bred young lady.”
“I’m not a well-bred man,” he said.
SUSAN MALLERY
is a bestselling and award-winning author of over fifty books. She makes her home in the Los Angeles area with her handsome prince of a husband and her two adorable-but-not-bright cats.
Dear Reader,
I’ve always believed that friends are the family we make. That belief carries over to my writing, where I tell stories about friends.
The MILLIONAIRE OF THE MONTH series has been about friends. In my book, Jack and Meredith were once good friends. Then time and distance got in the way. Meri thinks she’s back to get closure and maybe a little revenge, but she’s wrong. She’s back because she’s still in love with her friend.
In Bed with the Devil wraps up the series, but don’t worry if you’ve missed the other books. I wrote it to stand alone. However, if you’ve become a fan of the series, you’ll enjoy catching up with all the previous characters. And meeting Hunter…
One of the coolest parts about being a romance writer is meeting other writers. These women are intelligent, caring and incredibly funny – qualities I want in my friends. It was a pleasure to work with them.
Happy reading,
Susan Mallery
In Bed with the Devil
SUSAN MALLERY
High-Society Mistress
KATHERINE GARBERA
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://wwwmillsandboon.co.uk)
To the fabulously talented authors in this series. Thank you so much for inviting me along for the ride. It was wonderful fun and I would do it again in a heartbeat!
One
Eleven years ago…
Meredith Palmer spent the afternoon of her seventeenth birthday curled up on her narrow bed, sobbing uncontrollably. Everything about her life was a disaster. It was never going to be better—and what if she was one of the unlucky people who peaked in her teenage years? What if this was the best it was going to be?
Seriously, she should just throw herself out her dorm room window and be done with it. Of course, she was only on the fourth floor, so she was not going to actually kill herself. The most likely event was maiming.
She sat up and wiped her face. “Given the distance to the ground and the speed at impact,” she murmured to herself, then sniffed. “Depending on my position…” She reached for a piece of paper. “If I fell feet first—unlikely, but it could happen—then the majority of the stress would be on my…”
She started doing the calculations. Bone density versus a hard concrete landing or a softer grass landing. Assuming a coefficient of—
Meri threw down the pencil and paper and collapsed back on her bed. “I’m a total freak. I’ll never be anything but a freak. I should be planning my death, not doing math. No wonder I don’t have any friends.”
The sobs returned. She cried and cried, knowing that there was no cure for her freakishness. That she was destined to be one of those scary solitary people.
“I’ll have to get cats,” she cried. “I’m allergic to cats.”
The door to her room opened. She kept her face firmly in her pillow.
“Go away.”
“I don’t think so.”
That voice. She knew that voice. The owner was the star of every romantic and semisexual fantasy she’d ever had. Tall, with dark hair and eyes the color of the midnight sky—assuming one was away from the city, where the ambient light emitted enough of a—
Meri groaned. “Someone just kill me now.”
“No one’s going to kill you,” Jack said as he sat next to her on her bed and put a strong, large hand on her back. “Come on, kid. It’s your birthday. What’s the problem?”
How much time did he have? She could make him a list. Given an extra forty-five seconds, she could index it, translate it into a couple of languages, then turn it into computer code.
“I hate my life. It’s horrible. I’m a freak. Worse, I’m a fat, ugly freak and I’ll always be this way.”
She heard Jack draw in a breath.
There were a lot of reasons she was totally in love with him. Sure, he was incredibly good-looking, but that almost didn’t matter. The best part of Jack was he took time with her. He talked to her as if she was a real person. Next to Hunter, her brother, she loved Jack more than anyone.
“You’re not a freak,” he said, his voice low.
She noticed he didn’t say she wasn’t fat. There was no getting around the extra forty pounds on her five-foot-two-inch, small-boned frame. Unfortunately he also didn’t tell her she wasn’t ugly. Jack was kind, but he wasn’t a liar.
Between her braces and her nose—which rivaled the size of Io, one of Jupiter’s moons—and her blotchy complexion, she had a permanent offer from the circus to sign on up for the sideshow.
“I’m not normal,” she said, still speaking into her pillow because crying made her puffy and she didn’t need for Jack to see her looking even more hideous. “I was planning my death and instead I got caught up in math equations. Normal people don’t do that.”
“You’re right, Meri. You’re not normal. You’re way better than that. You’re a genius. The rest of us are idiots.”
He wasn’t an idiot. He was perfect.
“I’ve been in college since I was twelve,” she mumbled. “That’s five years. If I was really smart, I’d be done now.”
“You’re getting a Ph.D., not to mention your, what, third masters?”
“Something like that.” Unable to be in the same room with him and not look at him, she flipped onto her back.
God, he was so amazing, she thought as her chest tightened and her stomach turned over a couple of times. Technically the organ in question couldn’t turn over. What she felt was just—
She covered her face with her hands. “I have to find a way to turn off my brain.”
“Why? So you can be like the rest of us?”
She dropped her hands to her side. “Yes. I want to be a regular girl.”
“Sorry. You’re stuck being special.”
She loved him so much it hurt. She wanted him to think she was more than his best friend’s kid sister. She wanted him to see her as a woman.
Right, and while she was having a fantasy moment… maybe he could see her as a beautiful woman he ached for. As if!
“I don’t have any friends,” she said as she did her best to ignore the need to tell him she would love him forever. “I’m too young, especially in the Ph.D. program. They all think I’m some upstart kid. They’re waiting for me to crash and burn.”
“Which isn’t going to happen.”
“I know, but between my academic isolation and my lack of a female role model since the death of my mother, the odds of my maturing to a normal functioning member of society grow more slim each day. Like I said—I’m a freak.” Tears rolled down her temples to get lost in her hair. “I’ll never have a boyfriend.”
“Give it a couple of years.”
“It’s not going to happen. And even if some guy does take pity on me and ask me out, he’ll have to be drunk or stoned or something to want to kiss me, let alone have sex with me. I’m going to d-die a virgin.”
The sobs began again.
Jack pulled her into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around her. “Hell of a birthday,” he said.
“Tell me about it.”
She snuggled close, liking how strong and muscular he felt. He smelled good, too. If only he were desperately in love with her, the moment would be perfect.
But that was not meant to be. Instead of declaring undying devotion and ripping off both their clothes or even kissing her, he shifted back so they weren’t even touching.
“Meri, you’re in a tough place right now. You don’t fit in here and you sure don’t fit in with kids your own age.”
She wanted to protest she was almost his age—there were only four years between them—and she fit with him just fine. But Jack was the kind of guy who had dozens of women lining up to be with him. Pretty, skinny girls she really, really hated.
“But you’re going to get through this and then life is going to be a whole lot better.”
“I don’t think so. Freakishness doesn’t just go away.”
He reached out and touched her cheek. “I have high hopes for you.”
“What if you’re wrong? What if I do die a virgin?”
He chuckled. “You won’t. I promise.”
“Cheap talk.”
“It’s what I’m good at.”
He leaned toward her, and before she knew what he was going to do, he kissed her. On the mouth!
She barely registered the soft, warm pressure of his lips on hers and then the kiss was over.
“No!” She spoke without thinking and grabbed the front of his sweatshirt. “Jack, no. Please. I want you to be my first time.”
She’d never seen a man move so fast. One second he was on her bed, the next he was standing by the door to her dorm room.
Shame and humiliation swept through her. She would have given a hundred IQ points to call those words back. Heat burned her cheeks until she knew she would be marked by the embarrassment forever.
She’d never meant him to know. He’d probably guessed she had a massive crush on him, but she’d never wanted him to be sure.
“Jack, I…”
He shook his head. “Meri, I’m sorry. You’re…you’re Hunter’s little sister. I could never… I don’t see you like that.”
Of course not. Why would he want a beast when there were so many beauties throwing themselves at him?
“I understand. Everything. Just go.”
He started to leave, then turned back. “I want us to be friends. You’re my friend, Meri.” And with those horrifying words, he left.
Meri sat on the edge of her bed and wondered when she would stop hurting so much. When would she fit in? When would she stop loving Jack? When would she be able to walk in a room and not wish for the floor to open up and swallow her whole?
