A Beauty For The Billionaire. Elizabeth Bevarly
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Название: A Beauty For The Billionaire
Автор: Elizabeth Bevarly
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781474060981
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Upstairs-downstairs fun is on the menu, only from New York Times bestselling author Elizabeth Bevarly!
When blue-collar garage owner Hogan Dempsey discovers he’s the long-lost heir to a fortune, it’s his chance to woo the Park Avenue princess who was out of his league growing up. To get her attention, he’s hired society chef Chloe Merlin, hoping she’ll tempt the socialite with her favorite treats. But Hogan’s the one who’s tempted—and not by the food. His craving for Chloe puts his plans for the princess on the back burner. Too bad Chloe’s sworn off men for good. Or will Hogan’s rough-and-tumble charm stir her appetite?
She had no idea how long they were entwined that way—it could have been moments, it could have been millennia.
Chloe drove her hands over every inch of him she could reach, finally pushing her hand under the hem of his sweater. The skin of his torso was hot and hard and smooth beneath her fingertips, like silk-covered steel. She had forgotten how a man’s body felt, so different from her own, and she took her time rediscovering. Hogan, too, went exploring. It had been so long since a man touched her that way, and she cried out.
He stilled his hand at her exclamation, looking at her with an unmistakable question in his eyes, as if waiting for her to make the next move. She told herself they should put a stop to things now. She even went so far as to say, “Hogan, we probably shouldn’t...” But she was unable—or maybe just unwilling—to say the rest. Instead, she told him, “We probably shouldn’t be doing this out here in the open.”
He hesitated. “So then...you think we should do this inside?”
Chloe hesitated a moment, too. But only a moment. “Yes.”
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A Beauty for the Billionaire is part of the Accidental Heirs series: First they find their fortunes, then they find love.
A Beauty for the Billionaire
Elizabeth Bevarly
ELIZABETH BEVARLY is an award-winning, New York Times bestselling author of more than seventy books. Although she has made her home in exotic places like San Juan, Puerto Rico, and Haddonfield, New Jersey, she’s now happily settled back in her native Kentucky. When she’s not writing, she’s binge watching British TV shows on Netflix or making soup out of whatever she finds in the freezer. Visit her at www.elizabethbevarly.com.
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There was nothing Hogan Dempsey loved more than the metallic smell and clink-clank sounds of his father’s garage. Well, okay, his garage, as of the old man’s death three years ago, but he still thought of it as his father’s garage and probably would even after he passed it on to someone else. Not that he was planning on that happening anytime soon, since he was only thirty-three and had no one to leave the place to—his mother had been gone even longer than his father, and there hadn’t been a woman in his life he’d consider starting a family with since...ever. Dempsey’s Parts & Service was just a great garage, that was all. The best one in Queens, for sure, and probably the whole state of New York. People brought their cars here to be worked on from as far away as Buffalo.
It was under one of those Buffalo cars he was working at the moment, a sleek, black ’76 Trans Am—a gorgeous piece of American workmanship if ever there was one. If Hogan spent the rest of his life in his grease-stained coveralls, his hands and arms streaked with engine guts, lying under cars like this, he would die a happy man.
“Mr. Dempsey?” he heard from somewhere above the car.
It was a man’s voice, but not one he recognized. He looked to his right and saw a pair of legs to go with it, the kind that were covered in pinstripes and ended in a pair of dress shoes that probably cost more than Hogan made in a month.
“That’s me,” he said as he continued to work.
“My name is Gus Fiver,” the pinstripes said. “I’m an attorney with Tarrant, Fiver and Twigg. Is there someplace we could speak in private?”
Attorney? Hogan wondered. What did an attorney need with him? All of his affairs were in order, and he ran an honest shop. “We can talk here,” he said. “Pull up a creeper.”
To his surprise, Gus Fiver of Tarrant, Fiver and Twigg did just that. Most people wouldn’t even know what a creeper was, but the guy toed the one nearest him—a skateboard-type bit of genius that mechanics used СКАЧАТЬ