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Millionaire Magnates: Taming the Texas Tycoon
Brenda Jackson
Katherine Garbera
Charlene Sands
Taming the Texas Tycoon When Kate Thornton handed in her notice, Lance Brody’s eyes were suddenly opened. He couldn’t let his gorgeous assistant leave the business, or him. Even if it meant taking her to bed to keep her…a job he would gladly do himself.One Night with the Wealthy RancherWealthy rancher Darius Foster never expected to see Summer again. He was still trying to forget the incredible night they’d once shared… And this time Darius was certain – Summer was only after his money, she couldn’t possibly be here for anything more…Texan’s Wedding-Night WagerNo one walked away from Kevin Novak…especially not his wife! So four years later, when Cara returned, he proposed a wager she couldn’t refuse. Their divorce would be official…if she agreed to one week of playing house. And nothing would be off-limits.
Millionaire Magnates
Taming the Texas Tycoon
Katherine Garbera
One Night with the Wealthy Rancher
Brenda Jackson
Texan’s Wedding-Night Wager
Charlene Sands
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#ud7d797cb-eae0-5d0f-95c1-c2d36ace34f8)
Title Page (#uc1ec9c62-dfe0-55a4-94dc-9ad82d61f826)
Taming the Texas Tycoon
About the Author (#u32bd1e12-7900-54ec-930a-b379e63c8018)
Dedication (#u8214a873-3c71-5dfd-9579-e31c9010512d)
Acknowledgements
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Eleven
One Night with the Wealthy Rancher
Praise (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
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Nine
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Epilogue
Texan’s Wedding-Night Wager
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
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Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
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KATHERINE GARBERA is a strong believer in happily-ever-after. She’s written more than thirty-five books and has been nominated for career achievement awards in series fantasy and series adventure from RT Book Reviews. Her books have appeared on the Waldenbooks/Borders bestseller list for series romance and on the USA TODAY extended bestseller list. She loves to travel and lives in Dallas, Texas, with her two children and the man of her dreams. You can visit her on the web at www.katherinegarbera.com (http://www.katherinegarbera.com).
This book is dedicated to my mom and dad. I don’t think i say thank you enough or let you know just how lucky I am to have you as parents. So… thank you, Mom and Dad. I love you very much.
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I’d like to give a shout-out to the other authors in the TEXAS CATTLEMAN’S CLUB series—Michelle, Brenda, Charlene, Day and Jennifer. It was a lot of fun to write with you.
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“Brody Oil and Gas, Kate speaking,” Kate Thornton said into the phone as she did about fifty times a day.
“Hey, Katie-girl, any fires I need to put out?” Lance Brody asked.
“Hi, Lance, how was DC?” she said while she sorted through the messages on her desk. Her boss was everything she’d ever wanted in a man and, embarrassingly for her, he never saw her as anything other than his ultra-efficient administrative assistant. Which was great—really it was. That’s what she was paid for.
She’d joined Brody Oil and Gas shortly after Lance and his brother, Mitch, had inherited the failing refineries. And over the last five years, Lance and Mitch had turned their fortunes around and were now members of the famed Texas Cattleman’s Club.
“DC was hot and the meetings were long. Messages?” Lance asked.
“You have two that aren’t urgent but that you might want to handle before you get back to the office. One is from Sebastian Huntington regarding TCC business. Do you need his number?”
“Nah, I got it. What’s the other one?”
“The other one is from Lexi Cavanaugh. I didn’t recognize her name but she asked for you to call her as soon as you landed.”
“She’s my fiancée,” Lance said.
Kate felt all the blood leave her body. She knew Lance was still talking because she could hear his voice beyond the buzzing in her ears. But all she could think was after years of secretly loving this man, he’d gone away and gotten engaged to someone she’d never even heard of.
“Katie-girl? You still there?”
“Yes,” she said. “Of course I am. That’s it on the messages. When do you think you’ll be in the office?”
“En route now. The traffic on highway 45 is heavy, though. I need one more thing from you,” he said.
Please don’t ask me to plan your engagement party, she thought.
“Double-check with the caterers for Thursday’s Fourth of July barbecue. I want to make sure this year’s party blows the top off of last year’s.”
“No problem,” she said, hearing her own voice break. She didn’t know how she was going to be able to work with Lance every day now that he was clearly another woman’s man.
“The other line is ringing,” she said, though it wasn’t. She just needed to get off the phone.
“I’ll see you soon,” he said, hanging up.
Kate hung up the phone and sat there staring at her computer screen. The wallpaper on her monitor was a photo of Lance, Mitch and her taken in February when Lance and Mitch had received word they were going to be accepted into the millionaire’s club. She’d bought a bottle of champagne and the three of them had toasted the brothers’ success.
Back then it had seemed fine that both Lance and Mitch thought of her as nothing more than an assistant. She had believed that one day Lance would see past her horn-rimmed glasses and cardigan sweaters to the woman beneath.
Clearly, that wasn’t the case.
She leaned forward, looking at the photo and realizing that part of the problem lay with her. Her thick dark hair was pulled back in a sloppy braid and her glasses were a little big for her face. She’d lost weight last year—almost eighty pounds—and hadn’t bothered to get new frames for her smaller face. In fact, all of her clothes were just the old ones. They were all faded and too big for her.
She looked like someone’s maiden aunt, she thought.
Having grown up in the Houston, Texas, suburb of Somerset, she was aware that taking care with her appearance was an important thing if she was going to catch a man’s attention. But being overweight had made everything she wore look, well, not very nice. So she’d stopped trying.
She reached out and brushed her finger over Lance’s face, trying to convince herself that she would be fine as he planned his wedding. That she could stay here in this office, working for the man she loved while he lived his life.
But she knew she couldn’t. The only way she was ever going to be happy with her life would be if she took control of it, the same way she’d taken control of her body by stopping her binge eating and focusing on making herself healthier.
There was really only one way for that to happen. She was going to have to quit her job at Brody Oil and Gas.
Lance wasn’t in the best of moods considering he’d just gotten engaged, a day he knew that most men considered one of the happiest of their lives. But then he wasn’t marrying for love; he was marrying to ensure the future of Brody Oil and Gas. He and Mitch had grown up in the fading dreams of their father, a man who’d let the Brody name get washed up and their wells dry out.
But with Mitch’s financial genius and his skills—hell make that luck at finding mineral deposits and oil reserves—they’d turned around Brody Oil and Gas.
He was back in Houston now, which was a relief. He hated being away from home for any length of time. He liked his life the way it was. Liked the roughness of his roughneck oil workers, liked the comfy feeling his secretary Kate gave him and liked that he had a home at the oil refinery that he’d never found anywhere else.
Few people knew that their old man had drunk away his fortune. Mitch and he had borne the brunt of the old man’s anger at the loss of that fortune.
He rubbed the back of his neck as he pulled his truck into the reserved parking spot at the offices of Brody Oil and Gas.
His cell phone rang as he was getting out of the truck. He checked the ID. “Hey, Mitch. What’s up?”
“I’m going to have to stay in DC a bit longer to work out the rest of the deal we put in place with your engagement.”
“No problem. Do you think you’ll be back for the Fourth?”
