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One Night With Her Ex: The One That Got Away / The Man From her Wayward Past / The Ex Who Hired Her
Kate Hardy
Kelly Hunter
Susan Stephens
The One That Got AwayEvie Jones has never forgotten the week of pleasure she shared with Logan Black. But when sexy Logan reappears, Evie is no longer the uninhibited girl she once was. So why can’t she forget what it’s like to surrender to his deliciously dark desires?The Man From Her Wayward PastLuke Foster is shocked when he runs into Lucia Acosta. Feisty Lucia was the girl everybody wanted at their party – so why is she now cleaning the dance floor? Luke knows the real Lucia is still in there…and he’s the man to tempt her out!The Ex Who Hired HerTycoon Jordan Smith wants nothing to do with his ex-lover Alexandra Bennett – until she becomes his new employee! The sizzling chemistry between them is impossible to resist. After all these years, could breaking up finally lead to making up…for good?
One Night with Her Ex
The One that Got Away
Kelly Hunter
The Man from Her Wayward Past
Susan Stephens
The Ex Who Hired Her
Kate Hardy
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#u8bba98de-10f1-599a-a09a-c650e1470281)
Title Page (#ud26ea161-0d1b-5451-9e2f-920bc931c946)
The One that Got Away (#ulink_5085c567-0a9c-5ac2-970a-b62246c1dcac)
About the Author (#ud0b6fd81-a140-57f9-83cf-22a73788cffc)
PROLOGUE (#ulink_1b6422c9-2983-5dc5-91e6-ecad45399e9b)
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_cf30fa3a-eb78-583f-b4e5-40873f988846)
CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_b3d64ec1-0308-5dc1-8547-74e0aff8825a)
CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_64b97e79-45a9-5833-8925-fb1c4883f486)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ulink_dda5d7fe-0f79-5a12-b4e0-49219230233c)
CHAPTER FIVE (#ulink_d4616ed5-978f-5046-9a3c-8fac872c2a68)
CHAPTER SIX (#ulink_40f32144-d5e5-5c59-befa-0f5346d28d5e)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#ulink_261f86b8-2a4f-522d-85e5-d0fa351dea47)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#ulink_7ed70610-c0d2-5482-8968-330d01ef3be5)
CHAPTER NINE (#ulink_3be4713c-b628-53c7-9920-93927f2bf636)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
The Man from Her Wayward Past (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
PROLOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWO (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THREE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
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)
EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
The Ex Who Hired Her (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWO (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THREE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
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)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
The One that Got Away (#ulink_84715302-2122-5d46-a0a8-0fb63b22ba73)
Kelly Hunter
Accidentally educated in the sciences, KELLY HUNTER has always had a weakness for fairytales, fantasy worlds and losing herself in a good book. Husband … yes. Children … two boys. Cooking and cleaning … sigh. Sports … no, not really—in spite of the best efforts of her family. Gardening … yes. Roses, of course. Kelly was born in Australia and has travelled extensively. Although she enjoys living and working in different parts of the world, she still calls Australia home.
Kelly’s novels Sleeping Partner and Revealed: A Prince and a Pregnancy were both finalists for the Romance Writers of America RITA
Award, in the Best Contemporary Series Romance category!
Visit Kelly online at www.kellyhunter.net (http://www.kellyhunter.net).
PROLOGUE (#ulink_b2651251-c4a0-5228-8dbb-a026b8d3a19e)
THERE were limits—but Logan couldn’t remember what they were.
He lay on the bed, stripped-out and trembling, his body screaming out for oxygen and his brain not working at all. The woman splayed beneath him looked in no better condition. Boneless in the aftermath, just the occasional twitch to remind them that there was substance there, the shallow rise and fall of her chest that accompanied her breathing.
He looked to her skin; it had been flawless when he undressed her but it was flawless no more. There were marks on it now from his fingers and from the sandpapery skin of his jaw. Marks on her wrists and her waist and the silky-soft underside of her jaw.
He’d met her in a bar; that much he could remember. Some student hangout near the hotel he was staying at. This hotel. This was his room; he’d brought her back here. She’d given him her number but that hadn’t been enough for him. The hotel nearby. He’d walked her back to it. Invited her back to his room.
And those golden eyes had seen straight through to his soul and she’d tilted her lips towards his and told him to take what he wanted, all he wanted, and more. And he’d done so and discovered himself utterly in thrall.
‘Hey,’ he said gruffly, and reached out to drag his thumb across her stretched and swollen lips. Their last close encounter had been the wrong side of rough, and he felt the shame of it now, the black edge of guilt encroaching on the insane pleasure that had gone before. ‘You okay?’
She opened her eyes for him, and, yeah, she was okay. He smoothed her inky-black hair away from her face, tucked it behind her ear, combed it back from her temple. He couldn’t stop touching her. Such a beautiful face.
He stroked her hair back, smoothed his hand over the curve of her shoulder. ‘Can I get you anything?’ he offered. ‘Glass of water? Room service? Shower’s yours if that’s what you want.’ Whatever she wanted, all she had to do was ask.
And she looked at him and her lips kicked up at the corners and she said, ‘Whatever you just did to me … whatever that was—I want more.’
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_6352a961-41d3-5e46-8517-954c0663919d)
‘YOU could marry me,’ said Max Carmichael as he stared at the civic centre drawings on Evie’s drawing table. The drawings were his, and very fine they were indeed. The calculations and costings were Evie’s doing, and those costings were higher—far higher—than anything she’d ever worked on before.
Evie stopped chewing over the financials long enough to spare her business partner of six years a glance. Max was an architect, and a visionary one at that. Evie was the engineer—wet blanket to Max’s more fanciful notions. Put them together and good things happened.
Though not always. ‘Are you talking to me?’
‘Yes, I’m talking to you,’ said Max with what he clearly thought was the patience of a saint. ‘I need access to my trust fund. To get access to my trust fund I either have to turn thirty or get married. I don’t turn thirty for another two years.’
‘I have two questions for you, Max. Why me and why now?’
‘The “why you” question is easy: (a), I don’t love you and you don’t love me—’
Evie studied him through narrowed eyes.
‘—which will make divorcing you in two years’ time a lot easier. And (b), It’s in MEP’s best interest that you marry me.’ MEP stood for Max and Evangeline Partnership, the construction company they’d formed six years ago. ‘We’re going to need deep pockets for this one, Evie.’ Max tapped the plans spread out before them.
She’d been telling him this for the past week. The civic centre build was a gem of a project and Max’s latest obsession. High-profile, progressive design brief, reputation-enhancing. But the project was situated on the waterfront, which meant pier drilling and extensive foundation work, and MEP would have to foot the bills until the first payment at the end of stage one. ‘This job’s too big for us, Max.’
‘You’re thinking too small.’
‘I’m thinking within our means.’ They were a small and nimble company with a permanent staff of six, a reliable pool of good subcontractors, and the business was on solid financial footing. If they landed the civic centre job they’d need to expand the business in every respect. If they got caught with a cash-flow problem, they’d be bankrupt within months. ‘We need ten million dollars cash in reserve in order to take on this project, Max. I keep telling you that.’
‘Marry me and we’ll have it.’
Evie blinked.
‘Shut your mouth, Evie,’ murmured Max, and Evie brought her teeth together with a snap.
And opened them again just as quickly. ‘You have a ten-million-dollar trust fund?’
‘Fifty.’
‘Fif—And you never thought to mention it?’
