Covert Conception. Delores Fossen

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      To Rickey. I can never thank you enough.

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      Imagine a family tree that includes Texas cowboys, Choctaw and Cherokee Indians, a Louisiana pirate and a Scottish rebel who battled side by side with William Wallace. With ancestors like that, it’s easy to understand why Texas author and former U.S. Air Force captain Delores Fossen feels as if she was genetically predisposed to writing romances. Along the way to fulfilling her DNA destiny, Delores married an air force top gun who just happens to be of Viking descent. With all those romantic bases covered, she doesn’t have to look too far for inspiration.

      CAST OF CHARACTERS

      Natalie Sinclair—Someone drugged her and her nemesis, Rick Gravari, so they’d have sex. Now, pregnant with Rick’s child, someone wants them both dead and Rick is her only hope. Can they overcome a bitter past and work together to save their child?

      Rick Gravari—He’s more comfortable building custom motorcycles than he is in Natalie’s high-society world. But he’ll do whatever it takes to keep Natalie and his baby safe…even if that means moving in with the very woman he’s sworn to resist.

      Dr. Claude Benjamin—Creator of the Cyrene Project, a plan to produce genetically superior babies. Can the doctor have changed his mind about continuing his research, and does he now want to eliminate them all?

      Dr. Isabella Henderson—She also worked on the Cyrene Project, but now vehemently objects to it.

      Carlton Gravari—How far will Rick’s uncle go to put an end to the Cyrene Project?

      Macy Sinclair—Is Natalie’s flamboyant mother covering for someone, or is she too the victim of the Cyrene Project?

      Troy Jackson—A product of the Cyrene Project, he holds a grudge against Rick and Natalie.

      Brandon Steven—He has answers that Rick and Natalie need, but he’s not willing to share.

      Contents

      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 One

      San Antonio, Texas

      “You’re pregnant, Natalie.”

      Natalie Sinclair blinked, stared at her sister, Kitt, and then waited because she was certain that Kitt was about to deliver the punch line of a silly joke.

      But the punch line didn’t come.

      Judging from Kitt’s expression, she was serious. However, Natalie was serious, too, and she knew for a fact there was no way she could be carrying a child.

      “I haven’t had sex in over a year,” Natalie admitted. Though her sister no doubt already knew that. And it was the realization of the no doubt that caused any remaining amusement to vanish.

      Pulling in her breath, Natalie set her teacup aside, the delicate bone china rattling against the saucer. Some of the Irish blend splashed onto a pair of entwined hand-painted yellow roses.

      “Dr. Benjamin did the pregnancy test,” Kitt continued, her voice shaky and thin. “He called when you were in the meeting with the antique broker, and when I pressed him about what was wrong with you, he finally told me. You don’t have the flu, and you’re not anemic—”

      “Stop right there. I can’t be pregnant.” Natalie waited for Kitt to agree to that, but her sister made no such acknowledgement. In fact, nothing about Kitt’s ultra-solemn expression changed. “But you think I am?”

      Kitt nodded.

      Okay. This obviously wasn’t some joke. Besides, Kitt wasn’t a joking kind of person. Still, there was no way this could be true.

      No way.

      Natalie shook her head. “The test is wrong.”

      Kitt did some head-shaking of her own. “The doctor used your blood and urine samples to repeat it. Not once. But twice. And then he repeated it again at my request. All three times, the tests were positive. Based on the physical he gave you and those test results, Dr. Benjamin thinks you’re about four weeks pregnant.”

      Forcing herself to remain calm and think this through, Natalie snapped her fingers in rapid succession. “I’ve heard about this sort of thing. They’re false-positive results. They have to be.”

      Natalie was well aware that she sounded desperate.

      And she was.

      What was going on here?

      Kitt didn’t respond to her false-positive theory. Instead, her sister turned the computer monitor around to face Natalie and typed in something СКАЧАТЬ