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Taken Beyond Temptation
Cara Summers
Jillian Brightman has a forbidden fantasy of being swept away and seduced by a mysterious stranger. Then Ian MacFarland comes to Belle Island and Jillian knows he’s the perfect man for a brief indulgence… no strings attached. Only Ian wants a lot more.As Jillian moans under his touch, Ian is fulfilling cravings she never dreamed of. Could this be more than a fling? It might be – if Ian was actually the man he said he was…
About the Author
RITA® Award Nominee CARA SUMMERS has written more than thirty books. She has won several awards, including an Award of Excellence, three Golden Quills, and two Golden Leaf Awards. She has also been honored with a Lifetime Achievement Award from RT Book Reviews. She loves coming up with stories—from Gothic romance and mystery adventures to romantic comedies. When Cara isn’t creating new stories, she teaches at Syracuse University.
Taken Beyond Temptation
Cara Summers
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To my editor Brenda Chin who continually inspires me
to write better stories. thanks for always encouraging
me to take on new challenges. And thanks for your
never-wavering and never-ending support.
You’ve made me a better writer.
Dear Reader,
Have you ever had a secret fantasy that you’ve never shared with anyone? I’d forgotten mine until my editor suggested I write a story for Blaze
‘s FORBIDDEN FANTASY series. Then I ended up writing three books!
When interior designer Jillian Brightman and her sisters buy Haworth House and turn it into an exclusive hotel, they fulfill a dream that they’ve shared since they were children. But they get more than they bargained for, including a former resident who tempts them to unearth their most secret and forbidden fantasies …
Jillian’s purpose in visiting Haworth House is strictly business. Pursuing a fantasy, no matter how tempting it might be, is not on her agenda. Until she meets him. Posing as a writer, ex-CIA analyst Ian MacFarland’s goal is to investigate the series of disturbing incidents that have been plaguing Haworth House. But once he meets Jillian, all he can think about is fulfilling any and every fantasy she has.
I hope you enjoy Ian and Jillian’s seductive adventures, and that you’ll look for the other books in this series. Reese will find her fantasy in Twice the Temptation later in the year. Please visit me at www.carasummers. com.
Happy reading,
Cara Summers
Table of Contents
Cover (#uc94c06d3-57e5-59e7-9f53-6c5948407f56)
About the Author (#u3484b29b-b0ee-588f-8772-1a7db05257cc)
Title Page (#u1e84fea8-127f-5633-b9f9-537bc38a262d)
Dedication (#u26927c77-b583-506d-a885-a110602affe3)
Chapter One (#u36c0668c-c63d-5e63-9729-2de9ef72ef83)
Chapter Two (#u564974fa-bad6-5a75-87d7-374841bce27a)
Chapter Three (#u9e65d679-4ae1-56bd-8515-913e8d7953a1)
Chapter Four (#ue3cc0859-2286-5766-bc10-d3cd991abedb)
Chapter Five (#ua8ae8a95-380e-504c-9100-235d4c279b10)
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)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
1
Fourteen months earlier
THE MOMENT JILLIAN STEPPED into the tower room, she knew she wasn’t alone. It wasn’t just the steady dip in the temperature as she’d climbed the circular iron staircase. Although that was a big clue. According to the research she’d done, haunted houses were known for those cold spots.
Another big clue was she suddenly had goose bumps and the hairs on the back of her neck were snapping to attention like soldiers at the first sound of reveille.
Jillian peered into the gloom. The grime on the windows that circled the outer wall cut down on the amount of sunlight. But there was definitely someone else here.
“Hello?”
The only answer was the muted sound of the Atlantic sweeping into the rocks below.
“I’m not a trespasser,” she said. “The real estate agent gave me the key.”
No response.
“She gave it to me because I’m one of the new owners. My sisters and I put in a purchase offer and it was accepted today.”
The air shimmered. She was certain of it. Encouraged, she took another tentative step.
Sensing the presence of an incorporeal being was a first for Jillian. And it kicked up her heartbeat considerably. A ghost-buster she wasn’t. Or at least she never had been.
What she had been was an avid reader of the Nancy Drew mysteries when she was a child. She’d always admired Nancy’s fearlessness and her ability to take on challenges. At one point in her life, she’d wanted to be Nancy Drew. Right now, she’d settle for a little of the teenage sleuth’s luck.
Because there was a ghost in Haworth House, and Jillian was sure she was here in the tower. Hattie Haworth was her name. Belle Island’s top real estate agent Vivian Thorley had told her the story when she’d given her a tour of the property and Jillian had asked why the door to the tower levels was boarded up.
Vivian’s tone had been prim and proper. “I’m bound by full disclosure to let you know that the second owners of Haworth House believed that the place was haunted.”
The original owner, Hattie, was a successful silent-film star who’d been dropped by her studio and her husband when she’d failed to make the transition to talkies. According to Vivian, Hattie had sought refuge at Belle Island and had lived in seclusion at Haworth House before she’d passed away.
“And ever since the tower room was boarded up, there haven’t been any complaints,” Vivian had assured her. And she’d quickly steered Jillian back into the sunny open courtyard at the center of the old stone mansion—where the view of the Atlantic could work its magic.
Drawing in a deep breath, Jillian moved a little farther into the tower room. When the agent had told her the story, she’d felt an instant empathy for the silent-film star. “I think it’s awful that they’ve kept you boarded up all of these years.”
Of course, she hadn’t mentioned the ghost in her phone calls to her sisters. Why muddy the waters? The important thing had been to sell them on the idea that Haworth House was the perfect spot for their business venture. And she had.
Nerves danced in her stomach as she glanced around the room again. She’d taken risks before, but never one this big, and never one that had involved anyone but herself.
Still, she’d known from the first instant she’d seen the stone tower rising into the sky that this was the perfect place for them.
Now, all she had to do was convince Hattie Haworth. Taking a deep breath, she said, “I wanted to give you a little heads-up. My sisters and I plan on turning Haworth into a luxury hotel.”
No response.
“We’ve had this dream of going into business with one another since we were in our teens. In fact we took a vow to do just that.” And turning Haworth House into a hotel would allow the Brightman sisters to fulfill that vow.
Naomi had been a senior in high school, applying to colleges, when she’d come up with the idea that they should go into business together one day. Her older sister had been four, she’d been two and Reese had been a baby when their father had left them with the nuns who ran the boarding school.
It was supposed to be a temporary arrangement. He was still recovering from their mother’s death, and he needed some time. He’d been on his way to collect them when his car had gone off a cliff near Monte Carlo. The nuns had kept them, and she and her sisters had grown up inseparable. But Naomi, always practical, had foreseen that their career paths were going to separate them. She’d chosen business and law, Reese had already known she wanted to be a chef, and Jillian’s heart had been set a little more vaguely on travel and art.
“This hotel idea is not some kind of harebrained scheme,” she continued as she strolled around the room. Up close, she could see that the toile in the faded silk draperies could only have been imported from France. Delighted, she moved on to inspect some of the furniture, continuing to talk as she went. Keeping up the one-sided conversation was easing her nerves.
“Naomi works at this law firm in Boston and she’s handling the business side. Reese, my younger sister, is a five-star chef. Amazing. She’ll handle the kitchen. And I’m going to handle the interior design.” She might not have been as focused as early on as her sisters had been, but she knew what she wanted now. And Haworth House would be the perfect place to launch her career.
Pausing, she ran her hand over what she was sure was a Queen Anne desk. “Some of the pieces you have here are lovely.”
There was another little shimmer in the air.
She moved even farther into the room and discovered that what had appeared to be only a dark shadow was a huge, four-poster bed in hand-carved mahogany.
“This was your bedroom. No, your boudoir. The word bedroom is way too pedestrian.”
This time there was more than a shiver. Jillian could have sworn she heard something. A laugh?
It was only as she turned in the direction of the sound that she saw the beveled mirror, gilded in gold.
“Oh, my.” Hurrying toward it, Jillian reached out to run her fingers gently down part of the frame. “This is beautiful.”
Then she stepped back two paces. Had there been a tiny flash in the mirror? Or had she imagined it?
This time the flash was brighter and an image of a woman appeared. She was beautiful—tall and willowy. Her red-blond hair tumbled in loose waves below her shoulders and a filmy white dress billowed around her.
Jillian’s heart skipped a beat, and for the first time since she’d stepped into the tower, she couldn’t think of a thing to say. Not that she would have been able to make a sound around the hard ball of fear lodged in her throat. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that she was looking at Hattie Haworth.
Sensing the presence of a ghost was one thing. Seeing one was quite another. But just as she was getting used to it, the image began to fade.
“No. Wait,” she managed as she placed a hand on the mirror.
Then Hattie was gone. All that remained was her own image in the glass. As Jillian stared, willing Hattie to reappear, she saw something move in the wall beyond her reflection. Whirling around, she watched a panel slide open.
Drawing out her flashlight, she approached the opened space and discovered what every Nancy Drew enthusiast dreamed of—a secret room. A small one—no larger than five by seven. And the only thing inside was a hatbox. It was covered in faded linen and there was a parchment label on the top.
Picking it up, Jillian carried it back to the mirror and sat down cross-legged on the floor to study it. The label read Fantasy Box: Choose carefully. The one you draw out will come true.
Jillian glanced into the mirror. “What have we here, Hattie?”
For a few seconds, she hesitated, weighing her options. The label was a clear warning. And maybe she should wait until her sisters could come and they could look inside together? But patience had never been her strong suit.
Very carefully, she lifted the cover off the box. Inside, there was a pile of envelopes. She didn’t hesitate as long this time. But she didn’t choose the top one. Instead, she dug deep and drew out one near the bottom of the box.
After all, what could be the harm? In her life experience, fantasies were nice, but they didn’t come true all that often.
Opening it, she read it and her head spun. As fast as she could, she stuffed the parchment back into the envelope, returned it to the box and closed the lid. Jumping up, she walked on legs she couldn’t feel to return the hatbox to the secret room. Then she pushed the lever that slid the panel back into place. Because she still had a bad case of jelly knees, she leaned against the wall.
It had to have been a coincidence. Who could possibly have known about the fantasy that had fueled several of her adolescent dreams?
Perhaps all the envelopes held the same fantasy. But she didn’t have the courage left to reopen the hatbox to find out.
And it was ridiculous to feel so … unsettled by a silly parchment. What she’d read, after all, was just words pure and simple.
Lifting her chin, she turned and strode to the mirror. All she saw was her own reflection.
“What were you doing with that box, Hattie? And why is it the only thing in your secret room?”
No answer. Except for the words that flashed as bright as a neon sign in her mind. The one you draw out will come true.
Heart pounding, she whirled and barely kept herself from running down the iron staircase.
2
AS HER CAR HIT THE OIL slick and went into a spin, Jillian kept her foot steady on the brake and gripped the steering wheel for dear life. It badly wanted to jerk out of her hands, but she fought it just as one of her ex-boyfriends had taught her.
The hairpin curve she’d been negotiating had blocked the oil slick from view until she was nearly on it. Still, she might have sailed through it without incident if only the SUV hadn’t appeared out of nowhere….
