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Tempting the Millionaire: An Officer and a Millionaire
Cassie Miles
Jackie Braun
Maureen Child
Tempting the Millionaire
An Officer and
a Millionaire
Maureen Child
Marrying
the Manhattan
Millionaire
Jackie Braun
Mysterious
Millionaire
Cassie Miles
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover Page (#u1be7e71f-a538-5686-8752-4b0722b03d71)
Title Page (#u874b29b6-5359-588e-915d-9e219b5b2d31)
An Officer and a Millionaire
Excerpt (#ue24b6e0b-a814-5e36-b43d-20d7fb9f84b8)
About the Author (#uc7b587ef-821d-510e-aa7b-d89881b6f64c)
Dedication (#uc93f42fb-2a72-5770-83b9-ec53e50924c7)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Marrying the Manhattan Millionaire
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Mysterious Millionaire
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Epilogue
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
An Officer and a Millionaire (#uf662456d-064c-5a76-b129-c9946bb40a17)
An Officer and a Millionaire by Maureen Child
“What are you up to? Why are you here, in my bedroom?
“Why are you telling everyone in town that we’re married?”
“Your bedroom,” she muttered, inhaling so sharply her towel opened wide and swished silently down her body.
Hunter got one more good look at full, high breasts. His own body sat up and howled. Then she muttered a curse, grabbed the towel and wrapped herself up again.
“Your bedroom? That’s a good one. I’ve been living in this suite of rooms for a year now, and funny, but I don’t remember seeing you.”
“A year? You’ve been pretending to be my wife, living in my house, for a year?”
What the hell was going on around here?
MAUREEN CHILD is a California native who loves to travel. Every chance they get, she and her husband are taking off on another research trip. An author of more than sixty books, Maureen loves a happy ending and still swears that she has the best job in the world. She lives in Southern California with her husband, two children and a golden retriever with delusions of grandeur.
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Chapter One (#uf662456d-064c-5a76-b129-c9946bb40a17)
Hunter Cabot, Navy SEAL, had a healing bullet wound in his side, thirty days’ leave and apparently a wife he’d never met.
On the drive into his hometown of Springville, California, he stopped for gas at Charlie Evans’s service station. That’s where the trouble started.
“Hunter! Man, it’s good to see you! Margie didn’t tell us you were coming home.”
“Margie?” Hunter leaned back against the front fender of his black pickup truck and winced as his side gave a small twinge of pain. Silently then, he watched as the man he’d known since high school filled his tank.
Charlie grinned, shook his head and pumped gas. “Guess your wife was lookin’ for a little ‘alone’ time with you, huh?”
“My—” Hunter couldn’t even say the word. Wife? He didn’t have a wife. “Look, Charlie…”
“Don’t blame her, of course,” his friend said with a wink as he finished up and put the gas cap back on. “You being gone all the time with the SEALs must be hard on the ol’ love life.”
He’d never had any complaints, Hunter thought, frowning at the man still talking a mile a minute. “What’re you—”
“Bet Margie’s anxious to see you. She told us all about that honeymoon trip you two took to Bali.” Charlie’s dark brown eyebrows lifted and wiggled.
“Charlie…”
“Hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to say a thing, man.”
What the hell could he say? Hunter shook his head, paid for his gas and, as he left, told himself Charlie was just losing it. Maybe the guy’d been smelling gas fumes for too long.
But as it turned out, it wasn’t just Charlie. Stopped at a red light on Main Street, Hunter glanced out his window to smile at Mrs. Harker, his second-grade teacher, who was now at least a hundred years old. In the middle of the crosswalk, the old woman stopped and shouted, “Hunter Cabot, you’ve got yourself a wonderful wife. I hope you appreciate her.”
