A Not-So-Innocent Seduction (The Kavanaghs of Silver Glen, 2, Band 2296) - Softcover

Maynard, Janice

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0373733097 ISBN 13: 9780373733095

Verlag: Harlequin Desire, 2014

Inhaltsangabe

Taming the untamable…

Secrets have never appealed to Liam Kavanagh. Not since his father disappeared, leaving Liam responsible for the Kavanagh family and their empire with little room for anything else. But when the mysterious Zoe Carmichael breezes into his life, stirring up all kinds of pentup frustrations, Liam knows there's more to her vagabond lifestyle than she's letting on. He can see the secrets in her eyes—and he wants her anyway. Will she be more than his orderly life can handle? Or will Liam's strong embrace finally allow this free spirit to put down roots and love again?

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USA TODAY bestselling author Janice Maynard loved books and writing even as a child. Now, creating sexy, character-driven romances is her day job! She has written more than 75 books and novellas which have sold, collectively, almost three million copies. Janice lives in the shadow of the Great Smoky Mountains with her husband, Charles. They love hiking, traveling, and spending time with family. Connect with Janice at www.JaniceMaynard.com and on all socials.

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Zoe Chamberlain's vintage Volkswagen van, aqua and white with yellow daisies stenciled on the doors, rolled to a halt in the scenic vista pull-off and gave up the ghost. She wasn't too surprised. The engine had been rebuilt three times. But like knowing an aging pet was living on borrowed time, it was hard to imagine letting go.

More than anything or anyone else, Bessie-Zoe's VW bus-was the constant in a life that rarely stayed the same from one week to the next. Apparently, Bessie had decided that Silver Glen, North Carolina, was Zoe's next stop.

Zoe stepped out of the van, yawning and stretching, enjoying the cool morning air and the April sunshine. At her feet, spread out in a narrow valley between two mountainsides, lay a charming town. From this distance the houses and businesses looked like an alpine postcard. Switzerland in miniature.

Unfortunately, the quaint village did not have taxi service. As she scrolled through the options on her phone's search function, she grimaced. Her only choice for transportation appeared to be the Silver Beeches Lodge, a pricey hotel that offered shuttle service. Presumably, they had in mind trips back and forth to the nearest airport, but Zoe had no doubts about her ability to wrangle a ride.

A nomadic lifestyle meant getting along with all sorts of people in all manner of places. Zoe could blarney with the best of them. And she'd been told that her smile could melt the hardest of curmudgeons.

So here she was again. A new town. A new set of problems to handle. In her heart of hearts she knew this couldn't go on much longer. She was tired of running. And her recent illness had taken more out of her than she first realized. The excitement of seeing new horizons every week-sometimes every morning-was beginning to pall. Though she tried to ignore it, a feeling of yearning grew ever stronger. Yearning to put down roots, to feel a part of something bigger than she was.

She had used a quest for adventure as justification for her cowardice. Yes, she had seen the world. And yes, travel was broadening. But the truth was, her past was going to catch up with her. If not here, then in the next place.

It was time to face her demons and take a stand, but she wasn't ready yet. First, she needed rest and time to recoup. Making such a change would be scary.

The town below seemed incredibly peaceful. At this moment in her life, peace was a commodity to be craved. Maybe Silver Glen could offer her that. First on the agenda would be leisure and complete recovery. Once she was back on her feet, both in mind and body, she'd be ready for whatever happened. Hopefully.

She patted Bessie's fender and sighed. "Well, old girl. I guess this is where I'm hanging my hat for a little while. I'll get you towed as soon as I can. In the meantime, enjoy the view."

Liam Kavanagh spotted the slender blonde the moment she set foot in the lobby. She would be hard to miss under any circumstances, but carrying a guitar case and wearing a multicolored cotton skirt that swished around her ankles, she looked like a 1960s love child returning from an outdoor rock concert. The bounce in her step and the upward curve of her lips gave her a girl-next-door appeal.

The highly trained staff at the Silver Beeches knew to greet guests with warmth and charm. Liam had watched them in action time and again. He rarely took the time to personally interact with visitors unless they were close friends of his.

He didn't know this woman. At all. But some powerful response propelled his feet forward. Before Pierre, the concierge, could offer to help, Liam intercepted the eyecatching female. "Welcome to the Silver Beeches Lodge. May I help you?"

The woman hitched a large raffia tote higher on her shoulder and gave him a winsome smile. Her eyes were the blue of a summer sky. "I'd like to check in, please."

He lifted a mental eyebrow. Rooms in the hotel started at eight hundred a night and went up from there. This beautiful creature hardly seemed the type to avail herself of the upscale amenities, but he'd been surprised before. "Do you have a reservation?" he asked.

"I do. Made it online an hour ago. Is that a problem?"

He deserved her frown. The tone of his voice had come across as suspicious. He shrugged. "Of course not. I thought I had looked at all of today's check-ins, but I must have missed yours since it was recent. Welcome." He motioned for her to accompany him. "Marjorie, there at the desk, will take care of you. Please let me know if you need anything at all. Our wish is to make you as comfortable as possible."

"So gallant," she said, smiling at him in a way that made the back of his neck hot.

Was she mocking him? It wouldn't be the first time someone had accused him of being too serious. "It's what we do," he said, wincing at the stiffness he heard in his response. He didn't intend to be a stuffed shirt, but he'd been the head of a large and rowdy family since his father disappeared over two decades ago. The weight of his responsibility-and a certain bitterness about his father's lack thereof-didn't leave much room for lightheartedness.

He nodded briefly and excused himself as Marjorie took over. Crossing the lobby to where Pierre held court, he kept an eye on the newcomer. "Not our usual clientele."

Pierre pursed his lips. In his sixties now, he had worked for the Kavanagh family since he was a young man. He wore his formal black tuxedo with pride and ruled his realm with a firm hand. "Pretty," he said.

Liam nodded absently. He couldn't place her age. Pale skin so pure and fine it seemed almost translucent made her seem youthful, but in her serene gaze he saw the patina of experience. He wasn't sure why she fascinated him so. Perhaps because she was the antithesis of the expertly made-up women who often checked into the Lodge.

Visitors to the Silver Beeches were either retirees with plenty of disposable income, younger generations whose careers afforded them fame and fortune, or merely those who wanted to hide from the world. Privacy was an unspoken amenity. From rock stars to movie idols, from politicians to European royalty, every guest was pampered.

As a bellman came in from outside with the new guest's single suitcase, Marjorie handed a key card to the young woman and pointed her toward the elevators. When the bellman and his charge disappeared, Marjorie slipped from behind the desk and approached Liam and Pierre.

Liam frowned slightly. "Problem?"

Marjorie, a stout woman in her mid-fifties with salt-and-pepper hair, shook her head. "Not exactly. But I thought you'd want to know. She booked a basic room for six weeks."

Both men stared at her. Liam recovered first, though his gut tightened with unease. "Any problem with authorizing her method of payment?"

The seasoned receptionist shook her head. "Platinum card. No limit. But tell me-who books a reservation like that on the day of arrival? Spontaneity is one thing, but this is weird, don't you think?"

Liam kept his expression neutral with effort. Red flags were popping up all over the place, but he didn't want his staff to see that he was perturbed. "I'm sure she has her reasons."

Pierre straightened his spine, his gaze fierce. "I'll keep an eye on her, sir. If there's any funny business, I'll let you know."

Maeve Kavanagh appeared from the direction of the back stairs, her bun slightly askew and her reading glasses dangling from a chain around her neck. Liam's mother was a vibrant sixty-year-old with dark snapping eyes and a nose for...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Harlequin Desire
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2014
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0373733097
• ISBN 13: 9780373733095
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 192
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