One night together will change his life forever…
Camilla Winthrop is about to do something she’s never done in her life—she’s about to ask a man to marry her. Not just any man. She hasn’t seen Sam Flanagan in almost five years, after he coldly walked away from a passionate and intense two-week affair. Now Camilla is widowed and desperate…and marrying Sam is the only way she can protect their son.
The son he never knew about.
A hugely successful attorney in Miami, Sam certainly never expected to see the stunning Camilla come through his door again. Nor can he ignore the desire heating his blood. But after she tells him her situation, Sam is furious. He’ll marry her, but under his terms. And he’ll take everything, including Camilla in his bed…unless she can find a way to thaw the millionaire’s icy heart once more.
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“Jane Peden gives readers exactly what they want — plenty of sass, sizzle, and surprises on every page!” —New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Roxanne St. Claire
“The conflict here is rich and deep. There’s no greater grist for the gut than two scarred lovers trying to find a way back into each other’s arms.” —New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julie Leto
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An Excerpt You Say? But of Course…
“What do you think you’re doing?” Camilla tried to pull her arm away, but Sam kept a firm grip, steering her away from the entrance to the hotel dining room and toward the main entrance.
“Taking you someplace where we can discuss this privately.”
“I don’t want to be alone with you right now.”
“I’m sure you don’t.” He handed the valet his claim check and a folded bill. “The black BMW convertible. M6. Now.”
“Yes, sir,” the kid said, sprinting ahead of the other valets.
“I have to get back to JD soon.”
Sam didn’t answer. He had plenty to say to her, but it could—it would—wait until they were alone.
The sleek sports car whipped up the drive in front of the hotel, and the valet rushed out to open the door for Camilla.
Once they were out on the highway, Sam opened it up, speeding along the coastline. He left the hardtop up, although he was tempted to see what she’d look like with the top down, the wind whipping through her hair. He reminded himself this wasn’t a joyride. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the thought that he had a son.
“Where are you taking me?”
He glanced over at her. Her fists were clenched on her lap, her body rigid. “Does it matter?”
He punched the gas and the accelerator crept up higher.
“Could you slow down, please? You’re going to get us killed.”
“Hardly.” But he saw her face was white and let up on the accelerator.
He pulled off the highway into a parking lot at the beach. There were few cars this time of evening, and the sky was already darkening over the Atlantic.
“All right,” he said. “Talk.”