The Shameless Playboy. Caitlin Crews

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       A powerful dynasty, where secrets and scandal never sleep!

      THE DYNASTY Eight siblings, blessed with wealth, but denied the one thing they wanted—a father’s love.

      A family destroyed by one man’s thirst for power.

      THE SECRETS Haunted by their past and driven to succeed, the Wolfes scattered to the far corners of the globe.

      But secrets never sleep and scandal

      is starting to stir …

      THE POWER Now the Wolfe brothers are back, stronger than ever, but hiding hearts as hard as granite.

      It’s said that even the blackest of souls can

      be healed by the purest of love…

      But can the dynasty rise again?

      CHAPTER ONE

      GRACE Carter glanced up from her computer, frowning at the figure that sauntered so confidently into her office high above the cold, wet February streets of central London, without so much as a knock on her door as warning.

      And then she went very still in her chair. Something that felt like fire rolled through her, scorching everything in its path. She told herself it was indignation because he had failed to knock as any decent, polite person should—but she knew better.

      It was him.

      “Good morning,” he said in a low, richly amused and somehow knowing voice that seemed to echo inside of her. He seemed to smolder there in front of her, like a banked flame. She straightened in her seat in reaction.

      “By all means,” she said, her voice cool, ironic. “Come right in.”

      He was dressed in a sharp, sleek Italian suit that clung to the hard planes of his celebrated body and looked far too fashion-forward for the staid and storied halls of Hartington’s, one of Britain’s oldest luxury department stores, where conservative was the watchword in word, deed and staff apparel. His too-long dark chocolate hair was tousled and unkempt—rather deliberately so, Grace thought uncharitably—and fell toward his remarkable green eyes, one of which was ringed by a darkening bruise. It matched the split lip that failed, somehow, to dampen the impact of his shockingly carnal mouth. His cuts and bruises gave him a faintly roguish air and added to the man’s already outrageous appeal.

      And well he knew it.

      “Thank you,” he said, those famous green eyes bright with amusement, quite as if her invitation was sincere. His decadent mouth crooked to the side. “Is that an invitation into your office or, one can only hope, somewhere infinitely more exciting?”

      Grace wished she did not recognize him, but she did—and this was not the first time she’d seen him in person. Not that anyone alive could fail to identify him on sight, with a face that was usually plastered across at least one or two tabloids weekly, in every СКАЧАТЬ