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The Tycoon And I: Safe in the Tycoon's Arms / The Tycoon and the Wedding Planner / Swept Away by the Tycoon
Barbara Wallace
Jennifer Faye
Kandy Shepherd
Claimed by the Tycoon…Safe in the Tycoon’s Arms by Jennifer FayeWhen billionaire Lucas Carrington returns to New York he is surprised to find Kate Whitely making herself at home. A woman in need, Lucas agrees to let her stay – temporarily! But, can this tycoon forgo his bachelor ways and give in to his heart?The Tycoon and the Wedding Planner by Kandy ShepherdKate Parker has always been content watching others get married but when tall, dark and handsome tycoon Sam Lancaster arrives, her heart skips a beat. Sam doesn’t anticipate that a romantic wedding planner will arouse his desire…Swept Away by the Tycoon by Barbara WallaceIan Black once ruled Manhattan, but now this former soldier is suffering through PTSD and Chloe Abrams is the one person who can save him. Chloe’s had enough rejection for one lifetime and needs Ian to woo her, to prove that there is such a thing as true love.
The Tycoon and I
Safe in the Tycoon’s Arms
Jennifer Faye
The Tycoonand the Wedding Planner
Kandy Shepherd
Swept Away by the Tycoon
Barbara Wallace
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#u72245c27-286f-5560-a08a-cf23b5ed2d12)
Title Page (#u1be9d045-a242-577c-8f08-366d74fa8a06)
Safe in the Tycoon’s Arms (#u1313bada-e50a-57c1-83dc-060a1364c5db)
About the Author (#u8e840c9b-6b35-54e9-84f4-aa92c1856cf7)
Dedication (#uf651cabe-1d15-564a-9752-703cd2700ca5)
CHAPTER ONE (#u3f0d0894-9643-51ec-b364-d3ea61dee21c)
CHAPTER TWO (#uf08c284e-dc3c-58db-a964-6679cfb498a7)
CHAPTER THREE (#uadb9275a-9afd-548c-8ee5-239ee6b4598b)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u7d76b1a7-ffe2-5060-8535-3f96463903b8)
CHAPTER FIVE (#ud563a77a-d0c5-5542-bfb0-db5872387da8)
CHAPTER SIX (#uab52c8f5-755e-5526-9fa0-d2d4d12dd09a)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#u62a0100f-4fab-5c0a-a177-6c3063597a75)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#uea15df17-eb6d-565c-8268-1ac36d34f4b4)
CHAPTER NINE (#ua0ee34f9-d6bd-56d4-bae1-2447cff88d24)
CHAPTER TEN (#ud5b0e983-7485-5ecf-bbfa-bb1e2c0f51f8)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#uf85cbbea-2a23-5cc0-a559-41b6010cff93)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#u2d421557-6f7e-5b3f-be0f-9363a7389c94)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
The Tycoon and the Wedding Planner (#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)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
Swept Away by the Tycoon (#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)
Safe in the Tycoon’s Arms (#udfd351f8-8457-57b4-8ac8-da9ac0b31aeb)
Jennifer Faye
In another life, JENNIFER FAYE was a statistician. She still has a love for numbers, formulas and spread-sheets, but when she was presented with the opportunity to follow her lifelong passion and spend her days writing and pursuing her dream of becoming a Mills & Boon author, she couldn’t pass it up. These days, when she’s not writing, Jennifer enjoys reading, fine needlework, quilting, tweeting and cheering on the Pittsburgh Penguins. She lives in Pennsylvania with her amazingly patient husband, two remarkably talented daughters and their two very spoiled fur babies otherwise known as cats—but shh… don’t tell them they’re not human!
Jennifer loves to hear from readers—you can contact her via her website: www.JenniferFaye.com (http://www.JenniferFaye.com).
For Viv.
Thank you for being such a good friend over the years.
Your helpful advice and unending support are deeply appreciated. Here’s to the future of possibilities.
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_0126149d-3a90-5841-a7bc-a8ce5922b100)
A DEAFENING CRACK of thunder rumbled through the darkened house. Kate Whitley pressed a hand to her pounding chest. She’d hated storms since she was a little kid. A brilliant flash of lightning sent shards of light slashing across the hallway while rain pelted the window.
Mother Nature certainly had a wicked sense of humor. Actually, it seemed as though life as a whole was mocking Kate. Absolutely nothing was going according to plan, no matter how hard she fought to put things right.
Her fingers pushed against the cold metallic plate on the swinging hall door. Inside the kitchen, the glare from the overhead light caused her to squint. What in the world was going on? She could have sworn she’d turned everything off before going upstairs. Hadn’t she?
She sighed and shook her head. Her mind must be playing tricks on her. The long nights of tossing and turning instead of sleeping were finally catching up to her. And it couldn’t have happened at a worse time. In a few more hours, she had to be fully alert. There were decisions only she could make—lifesaving decisions.
If only she could get a little shut-eye, she’d be able to think clearly. But first, Mother Nature had to quiet down. No one could rest with all this ruckus.
It didn’t ease her nerves being away from home, even if she was staying in a New York City mansion. This place was nothing like her two-bedroom, ranch-style house in Pennsylvania. Though this oversize house contained some of the most breathtaking architecture, there was something missing—the warmth that made a building more than just a place to hang your coat, the coziness that made it home.
In a big city where she barely knew anyone, she and this house had a couple of things in common—being lonely and forgotten. Somehow it seemed like fate that she’d ended up in this deserted mansion. A warm, loving home had somehow always eluded her, and just when she thought she’d made one of her own, it too was about to be snatched out from under her.
Sadness weighed heavily on her as her bare feet moved silently across the kitchen tiles. The coldness raced up through her pink painted toes to her bare legs and sent goose bumps cascading down her arms. Spring may have brought warmer days, but the nights were still chilly. She rubbed her palms up and down her arms, willing away her discomfort. Perhaps her long T-shirt wasn’t the warmest choice for this soggy night, but with her living out of a suitcase, her choices were quite limited.
She yawned and opened the door of the stainless-steel refrigerator. She hadn’t had any appetite until now. With so much riding on this upcoming meeting, she’d ended up with a stress headache for most of the day. But back here ensconced between these quiet, peaceful walls, the pain had loosened its vicelike grip.
Now she needed something to ease her hunger pangs. Other than a few meager groceries she’d placed in there earlier, the glass shelves were bare. The friend who’d let her stay here free of charge said the owner was out of town and wouldn’t be back anytime soon. From the empty cabinets to the dust-covered bedrooms, Kate deduced no one had lived here in quite a while.
With an apple in hand, she filled a glass of water. She’d just turned off the faucet when she heard faint but distinct footsteps. The hairs on the back of her neck rose. Either this place had some mighty big rats...or she wasn’t alone.
“Stop right there!” boomed a male voice.
So much for the rat theory.
Her heart lodged in her throat, blocking a terrified scream. Who was this man? And what did he want with her? Her lungs started to burn. Was he a thief, a desperate junkie...or worse?
She struggled to suck air past the enormous lump in her throat. A nervous tremor in her hand caused droplets of water to spill over the rim of the glass. Why had she put herself in such peril by making the rash decision to stay in this deserted house alone? After all, what did she know about her newfound friend? Not much. They’d only met a week ago. The older woman had seemed so nice—so understanding in Kate’s time of need.
She wondered if a scream would carry to any of the neighboring houses on the block. Probably not. This house came from an era when structures were built with thick, sturdy walls. She was on her own.
“You shouldn’t be here.” She fought to keep her voice steady. “This place has a burglar alarm. It won’t be long until the police show up. I haven’t seen your face. You can escape out the back and I won’t tell anyone.”
“I don’t think so. Turn around.”
Not about to let this stranger know how much he frightened her, she placed the glass on the counter, leveled her shoulders and took an unsteady breath. When she went to turn, her feet wouldn’t move. They were stuck to the floor as though weighted down in concrete.
A crescendo of thunder reverberated through her body. The house plunged into darkness. Kate bit down on her bottom lip to keep a frightened gasp bottled up.
Don’t panic. Stay calm.
Could this really be happening? What had she done to piss off Fate and have it turn on her? Hysterical laughter swelled in her throat. With effort, she choked it down. It wouldn’t help anything for this man to think she was losing it.
Drawing on every bit of courage she could muster, she forced her feet to move. Once fully turned around, she squinted into the dark shadows but could only make out the man’s vague outline. Who was he? What did he want with her?
