Manhattan Merger. Rebecca Winters

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      Red Rose Romance Publishers, Inc., Second Avenue, New York, New York.

      His eyes narrowed. He’d never heard of it, but that location was east of Central Park near the Turtle Bay Grill where he often met with overseas clients.

      It appeared the book had been published two months ago.

      That meant whatever party was responsible for his picture being on the cover had possessed knowledge of him long before the publication date. Most publishing houses had up to three or more years of books waiting to go to press.

      There was a disclaimer.

      Any characters, names or incidents in this book do not exist outside the mind of the author.

      Like hell!

      A grimace marred Payne’s features.

      He turned the book over to read the blurb. By the time he’d digested the second sentence, his body had broken out in a cold sweat.

      Secrets?

      Powerful, dashing New York billionaire Logan Townsend, is hiding a painful secret from his fiancée and family.

      “Good Lord,” he whispered.

      When he’s involved in an accident in the Canyonlands of the American West, Dr. Maggie Osborn discovers what that secret is.

      Unbeknownst to him, she puts her life in danger to save his.

      But secrets have a way of getting out.

      It isn’t until Logan returns to New York that he learns Maggie is keeping one from him.

      On the verge of sealing the most vital merger of his existence, he’s torn between duty and desire.

      Upon reading the last line, Payne felt as if someone had just walked over his grave. Convinced nothing about this book was an accident, he rolled it up in his fist.

      He would willingly litter the island page by page to be rid of it. But for several obvious reasons he couldn’t do that and was forced to sit there while he attempted to contain the savage impulse.

      Sam, the security man at the wheel, turned down an alley, then came to a stop at the rear of the used book store in question. Two of the security men, John and Andy, jumped out to enter the shop ahead of Payne.

      It was near the closing hour on a Tuesday evening in June. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect if he’d hoped to avoid a lot of unwanted attention.

      When the all clear was given, Mac covered Payne’s back as they got out of the limousine and went inside the claustrophobic shop. It was a maze of cubbyholes and narrow aisles. With novels stacked to the ceiling everywhere he turned, there was no doubt this was a paperback lover’s paradise.

      The eyes of the older saleswoman behind the counter lit up at his approach. “Mr. Sterling— Good evening! I’m Alice Perry. It’s a real honor to have you in my store.” She extended her hand which he shook.

      “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Perry,” he answered back.

      “What can I do for you?”

      He handed her the novel which would never lie flat again.

      She took one look at it and her gaze lifted to his with excitement. “I knew this was you!” she cried. “Every romance reader who’s come in here lately has been talking about it.”

      Payne groaned. “According to my niece, there are other novels besides this that appear to have my likeness on the cover.”

      “Oh there are!” she blurted. “But this one…”

      So neither Catherine or Nyla had exaggerated anything. The news was going from bad to worse.

      “At this point there isn’t a copy of Manhattan Merger to be had anywhere on the Atlantic seaboard. My phone’s been ringing off the hook with book dealers wanting copies! Those people lucky enough to have purchased it when it first came out are holding on to it for dear life.

      “I kept copies of it and those other books for myself and my daughter who helps me run the shop. Perhaps before you leave you’d be willing to sign them? We’d be so thrilled if you would.”

      “I’d be happy to oblige, if I’d given my permission to appear on their covers.”

      Her smile faded. “I don’t understand.”

      “Neither do I, Ms. Perry. That’s why I’m here, to try and solve this mystery.”

      “You mean they just went ahead and used your picture?”

      “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.” He had to tamp down hard on his anger. “May I see them please?”

      “I only have four left. They’re locked away in the back room until a book dealer from Connecticut arrives on Friday. He’s a collector and is going to pay me five thousand dollars apiece for them. Give me a moment and I’ll bring them out.”

      “Only five thousand?” Mac said in a teasing whisper as the woman disappeared.

      Ignoring the aside, Payne wandered over to the nearest bookshelf marked Mysteries. It was crammed with titles by various authors and sorted according to the alphabet. He pulled one out, curious to see what kind of cover was on the front.

      The photograph had captured a busy street scene somewhere in London. A quick look at the copyright page gave the name of a British publisher.

      He moved to another section marked Upbeat Romances published in Los Angeles. Their covers were done in cartoon caricatures.

      “Here we are.”

      He reshelved the book and joined the woman who’d laid the four books out on the counter for him. At first glance, he was horrified.

      It was his face all right.

      One of them depicted him as a Norseman with a flowing mane of white-blond hair, hazel eyes, bulging thighs and biceps twice his size. The book was called Roald’s Bride.

      Another showed him as a Castilian prince in royal ceremonial robes with pitch-black hair and eyes entitled, Her Prince of Dreams.

      In the third book, Undercover Love, he was a gray-eyed Royal Canadian Mountie in full red dress uniform wearing a hat that covered his hair.

      The Star Grazer was the last book. It portrayed him as a man from the future with auburn hair and brown eyes.

      On all of the covers he had his arms around a beautiful woman. It appeared the same person had done the artwork.

      “That’s some life you lead,” came another crack from Mac, sotto voce.

      Payne made no response as he looked at the spines. All four were a product of Red Rose Romance Publishers, and had been printed within the СКАЧАТЬ