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Holly and the Millionaire
Margaret Tanner
The Wild Rose Press
March 2008
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Synopsis:
Fleeing from her ruthless English in-laws who are intent on stealing her
child, Holly Kirwan boards a flight home to Australia, and meets Justin
Devereux. They are instantly attracted to each other.
Justin doesn't want a permanent woman in his life, particularly one with a
baby in tow. Holly, still grieving for her soldier husband who was killed in
Iraq, doesn't want to be disloyal to his memory.
Can the young widow and the commitment shy tycoon ever find happiness
together?
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Excerpt:
Justin Devereux fumed as he strode on board the aircraft. Heads would
roll over this debacle. If he hadn’t needed to get out of England so
urgently, he would have waited for another flight. To hell with the risk of
being grounded by a blizzard.
He showed his ticket to the flight attendant. He hadn’t flown in economy
class for years, wouldn’t be doing it today either if he had any say in the
matter.
“I’m so sorry about this mix-up, Mr. Devereux. The airline did everything it
could to get you a last minute business-class seat, but like first class, it
was booked out.”
Well, you didn’t try hard enough, he nearly said, but bit back the angry
words. It wasn’t the flight attendant’s fault that his booking still floated
around in cyberspace.
“We were able to get you an aisle seat near the front.”
“Thank goodness for that at least.”
On being shown to his seat, he took off his cashmere coat, folded it neatly
and stowed it in the overhead locker. If he had even an ounce of luck, the
seat beside him would remain empty, but he wouldn’t take bets on it. Setting
his briefcase on the floor, he rested his laptop on the vacant seat. What a
shocking few hours it had been.
At least it was a little more spacious here. He couldn’t understand why
there was extra leg space and only one other seat when there would be
normally at least three, sometimes four seats, jammed together.
Closing his eyes, he thought back on the last twenty-four hours. He didn’t
care about Deanna dumping him for Simon as their relationship had just about
run its course. Running off with millions of dollars of his employees’
pension funds? Now that was something else. Despicable and criminal, and
they did it in such a way the blame fell on him. He was ruthless. He had to
be to claw his way to the top of the business world, but he had always acted
with integrity. There were only two choices in the short term. Risk
tarnishing his good business reputation or discreetly pay the money back. He
chose the latter.
I’ll hound them to the ends of the earth; I don’t care how long it takes. No
one cheats Justin Devereux and gets away with it.
“Hell,” he yelped as something hard and sharp rammed into his groin. His
eyes flew open. God, someone was trying to castrate him.
“S-sorry,” the wavering female voice said.
Justin looked up into a pair of blue eyes that were swimming in tears.
“Here, let me help,” he growled, pushing the weapon away from his crotch and
handing it back to her. It was a wonder they let her bring the thing on
board. She took the folded-up baby stroller but dropped a large pink bag
onto his foot. Where were the attendants when you needed them? This was
definitely going to be the flight from hell.
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