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Surrender My Heart
Kayla Perrin
Vibrant and soulful love stories featuring African-American heroes and heroines in compelling emotional conflicts.Natalie Hart has sworn off love and basketball. All sports, for that matter.Her pro athlete husband cheated on her—and she’s not sure she’ll ever be ready to give her heart again. Now single and working at a children’s charity, it’s not just event planning that has her putting in overtime. Local football celebrity Michael Jones is organizing a gala affair with Natalie. And the sexy jock has made it crystal clear he’d like to kick off with seduction. But can Natalie let down her guard and fall for another professional athlete?Michael Jones is used to women falling at his multi-million dollar, cleat-covered feet. But Natalie is giving him a run for his money. With the vulnerable beauty arousing his fiercest, protective instinct—and a desire neither has the power to resist–Michael is ready to let his playboy past go. If Natalie’s willing, together they can surrender to their future.Body, heart, and soul. Three Harts. Three Loves. The Reunion of a Lifetime.
Natalie Hart has sworn off love and basketball.
All sports, for that matter. Her pro-athlete husband cheated on her—and she’s not sure she’ll ever be ready to give her heart again. Now she’s single and working at a children’s charity, and it’s not just event planning that has her putting in overtime. Local football celebrity Michael Jones is organizing a gala affair with Natalie. And the sexy jock has made it crystal clear he’d like to kick off with seduction. But can Natalie let down her guard and fall for another professional athlete?
Michael Jones is used to women falling at his multimillion-dollar, cleat-covered feet. But Natalie is giving him a run for his money. With the vulnerable beauty arousing his fierce protective instincts—and a desire neither has the power to resist—Michael is ready to let his playboy past go. If Natalie’s willing, together they can surrender to their future. Body, heart and soul.
“Or are you really afraid that if I kiss you, you’ll no longer be able to deny what you feel?”
Natalie guffawed. But she didn’t look at him again. She couldn’t. She knew that he would see into her soul and know exactly what she was feeling.
He relaxed one of his arms and placed his finger beneath her chin, forcing her face upward. “Hmm?”
“That is the most ridiculous—”
“Is it?”
He held her gaze for several beats, the look a challenge in itself. One that said, Bet you can’t look away.
And darn it, she couldn’t.
His finger delicately moved from her chin along the base of her jaw, causing Natalie to suck in a sharp breath. And then, before she knew what was happening, Michael lowered his mouth onto hers.
It wasn’t yet the Fourth of July, but Natalie was undeniably feeling sparks. Seeing them explode behind her closed eyelids. The touch of his mouth against hers…had anything ever felt this good?
Why did she feel such a rush of undeniable, insane attraction for this man?
Michael’s mouth parted against hers. His sexy full lips felt incredible. And then he suckled her bottom lip, and she felt dizzy from the desire his kiss was awakening in her.
Natalie actually moaned in disappointment when he pulled back, leaving her stunned and speechless. Like someone who had been unexpectedly struck by a flying piece of debris, Natalie stared at him in awe, almost unable to comprehend what had just happened.
His lips curling in the slightest of smiles, he said, “Well?”
KAYLA PERRIN
has been writing since the age of thirteen and once entertained the idea of becoming a teacher. Instead, she has become a USA TODAY and Essence bestselling author of dozens of mainstream and romance novels and has been recognized for her talent, including twice winning Romance Writers of America’s Top Ten Favorite Books of the Year Award. She has also won a Career Achievement Award for multicultural romance from RT Book Reviews. Kayla lives with her daughter in Ontario, Canada. Visit her at www.KaylaPerrin.com.
Surrender My Heart
Kayla Perrin
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Dear Reader,
Welcome to book two of the Harts in Love series!
If you’ve been in love, chances are you’ve had your heart broken. Sometimes, we choose someone for superficial reasons, which of course will lead to heartbreak. Other times, we follow our heart and still get hurt. And sometimes, we choose a partner as a way to escape a situation in our lives.
That’s what Natalie, the youngest Hart sister, does. Wanting an escape from her past, she hopes that marriage to a man who seems to have it all together will provide her with the happiness and security she craves. But it’s only a recipe for disaster.
But even heartbreak gives you a chance to grow and learn. Once you realize that you shouldn’t close your heart off to love, that’s when you open yourself up to the possibility of real happiness.
Will Natalie take that chance? I’m excited to present her story to you, and I hope you enjoy it!
Happy reading!
Kayla
For all those who have suffered heartbreak
but haven’t given up on love.
Contents
Chapter 1 (#ud070c21e-5bc7-5d26-a089-b71114da6d1f)
Chapter 2 (#uf9f9b955-06a3-529a-a83d-b440217f975c)
Chapter 3 (#u24eda1a7-8b7f-5829-8cb2-bab21c814651)
Chapter 4 (#ufa75d6cc-7109-504a-b2ca-8af179f795e9)
Chapter 5 (#u567fec9a-50dd-5c6b-935e-3deb9130b9e2)
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)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 22 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 1
Natalie Hart snatched the phone from the wall mount in the kitchen the moment she saw Nigel Williams’s name displayed on the caller ID.
“Nigel, thank God,” she said without preamble, gripping the phone tightly, desperate for word about her sister’s condition. “How is she? How’s Callie?”
Nigel sighed wearily before speaking. “She’s okay.” His voice sounded strained, as if he was trying to be brave. “Patrick Jackson did a number on her—he is lucky I didn’t get to him before the Tallahassee police did—but Callie is strong. The doctors say her injuries are mostly superficial and she’ll be fine.”
“You’re sure?” Natalie asked. Yesterday, she had heard the words beaten and concussion and been terrified. “Because if we need to head down there, Deanna and I will be on the next pl—”
“No, that’s not necessary. We won’t be here more than another day. By the time you’d get here, you’d have to turn right back around. So it makes more sense for you to wait until we get back to Cleveland.”
Deanna, who waited in the kitchen with Natalie, was biting down on her bottom lip and watching her sister closely. “What’s he saying?”
“He’s says that Callie is going to be okay,” Natalie explained. “That we don’t have to head to Tallahassee.” She paused. “Nigel, are you sure? Because I know Callie might not want us to go out of our way, but we—we’re family.” Her voice cracked around the word family, which suddenly meant so much more now that she and her sisters had reunited. “We need to be there for her.”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Nigel told her. “I know you’re worried, but I wouldn’t lie to you about this. If you needed to be here, I’d tell you.”
Natalie’s shoulders sagged with relief. She believed Nigel, knowing he wouldn’t sugarcoat the severity of their sister’s injuries.
“What exactly happened?” Deanna asked. She began to pace the small kitchen at Uncle Dave’s house, where she and Natalie had been staying since the death of their auntie Jean. “How did this Patrick guy get to Callie in the first place? My God, she could have been killed!”
Nigel, who had clearly heard Deanna’s question, said, “That’s a story Callie will have to tell. I’m not sure of all the details. But tell Deanna not to worry. I’ve got it under control. Callie is in good hands. I’m taking her home as soon as I can.”
Taking her home… The words caused a small smile to form on Natalie’s lips. Just over a month ago, she, Callie and Deanna had returned to Cleveland for their aunt’s funeral after being away for several years. The three of them had been estranged for far too long, and sadly it took their aunt’s passing to bring them together again.
Auntie Jean’s funeral had also led to Callie and Nigel reuniting. Ten years ago, Natalie had been certain that Callie would marry Nigel. It hadn’t taken a psychologist to determine that the way they looked at one another proved they had a very deep and special connection.
But then Callie had up and left Cleveland, abandoning her sisters, her aunt and uncle, and Nigel. No one had known she was pregnant with Nigel’s child at the time, least of all Nigel. Natalie had assumed that Callie had left to get away from her and Deanna, who had been foolishly feuding over a guy. But she’d also had problems of her own and had run to escape them. However, the two of them had never stopped loving each other—no surprise to Natalie—because after so many years apart, they had finally worked out their differences together. Natalie knew it couldn’t have been easy, especially not when Nigel felt betrayed at having never known he had a son. But the love between them was still there, and in the end, that love was greater than any of the pain. Now Callie and Nigel were moving forward as a family, not backward. Which was especially wonderful for their son, Kwame, who would now finally have his father in his life.
Natalie couldn’t help reflecting on her own marital relationship. While Callie had reunited with her true love, Natalie and her husband of two years had recently split. That special love Callie had found with Nigel was definitely not the kind of love Natalie had found with her cheating husband, Vance.
“Natalie?”
At the sound of Nigel’s voice, Natalie realized her mind had drifted. It was hard to stop thoughts of Vance from invading her brain, considering their breakup was still fresh. “Sorry. What were you saying?”
“Just that Callie wants me to make sure you and Deanna don’t worry. Patrick Jackson is behind bars, and he won’t be going anywhere for a long, long time.”
Patrick—the estranged husband of Callie’s best friend, Tamara—had retaliated against Callie for trying to help Tamara escape him.
Deanna stopped pacing and extended her hand to Natalie. Despite the reassuring words Natalie had told her, Deanna looked worried to the point of being ill. “Let me talk to him.”
Natalie passed her sister the phone. And as Deanna began to speak to Nigel, Natalie took up the job of pacing the kitchen floor as Deanna had been doing.
To say that the last eighteen hours had been nerve-racking was an understatement—learning that Callie had been attacked by a madman in Tallahassee, that she was injured and in hospital. Then making the decision to stay behind to comfort their uncle, who couldn’t handle another loss after so recently losing his wife, when all Natalie and Deanna had wanted to do was get to Tallahassee as quickly as possible. The hours that passed were agonizing as they waited for Nigel and Kwame to arrive in Florida so that Nigel could give them an update. Yes, they had heard from Tamara more than once that Callie was in stable condition, but hearing from Nigel would be the much-needed additional confirmation that Callie was going to be all right.
And even still, while Nigel’s phone call brought the news they so desperately wanted, hearing their sister was okay wasn’t quite the same as seeing with their own eyes.
Perhaps that was a side effect of having a mother walk out of your life and never come back. You needed to see things in order to believe them.
I’ll be back for you soon, my darlings. I promise.
But despite their mother’s promise, she had never returned.
“Natalie and I don’t mind heading down there,” Deanna was saying. “In fact, I feel guilty that we didn’t. I know our uncle needed us here, but we should be there for Callie, too.”
Natalie looked at her sister, who was leaning against the wall. Deanna wiped a tear from her eye. Natalie understood how she felt. Having lost their mother years ago, and with their auntie Jean dying so recently, neither of them wanted to endure another loss in the family—especially not now when they had just reunited.
“Okay,” Deanna said, nodding. “It’s just that we’re so worried. Callie didn’t deserve this. I can’t believe anyone would hurt her in this way.”
Seeing her sister distressed caused Natalie’s stomach to twist as she relived the moment she heard that Callie had been attacked.
But then she said silently, Callie’s alive, Callie’s alive, reminding herself of what was important.
“Well, she should have let the police handle it,” Deanna said into the phone. “Wishful thinking, I know. Callie’s never been the kind to take a backseat in any situation.”
Natalie couldn’t help shaking her head. Oh, that sister of hers. Callie was always charging in to save the day. It was a role she played as the oldest sibling, protecting her and Deanna when their mother left them with their auntie Jean that day so long ago. Callie had offered assurances that their mother was okay and would keep her promise. She was fiercely protective of her younger sisters, always stepping in when anyone gave them any hassle.
A smile touched Natalie’s lips as she vividly recalled Callie charging up to Allan Cobb the day after he’d snapped the head off of Natalie’s favorite doll at school. Callie had pushed the nine-year-old class bully into a puddle of mud in front of a crowd—not caring that it meant a trip to the principal’s office. Callie never regretted her actions, because as a result Allan never bothered Natalie again.
As a teen, Callie had joined all kinds of groups to help those in need, and proudly protested against injustice. She wasn’t the kind of person who could sit back and do nothing with so much inequality in the world.
From what Natalie understood, Callie’s best friend, Tamara, had been in trouble—the woman’s possessive ex posed a threat to her life—and Callie had done what came naturally to her. She immediately took a flight to Florida to help her friend, only to find herself in the middle of a domestic dispute.
“So you really don’t need us to come down there?” Deanna asked.
“Wait a minute,” Deanna suddenly said, her tone of voice changing to shock. “What?”
Natalie paused in her pacing to stare at her sister with interest.
“Please tell me you’re kidding.” Deanna’s eyes bulged as she drew in a horrified gasp. “No, Nigel. No…”
“What is it?” Natalie asked. Though her heart was already racing. In the minutes that Nigel had been talking to Deanna, had Callie’s situation taken a turn for the worse?
“Rodney Cook,” Deanna said, mentioning the name of their mother’s ex-boyfriend, the one Miriam Hart had been running from. “Nigel just said that he was stabbed in prison yesterday!”
The words were like a physical blow to Natalie’s stomach. Rodney Cook had been stabbed? The one man who could provide the clues that would lead to finding their mother?
