Mistress To Married Man...No Way!

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ir mother had to work at welding their separate interests into a reasonably harmonious unit. “Isn’t ther

aken place since then. Having been wrong on that score with Tommy and Nathan, and with no mention b

pearls. He’s hardly ever here,” came the offhand reply. “You’ll probably meet

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han the Hewson family. All three of the King brothers would be used to getting what they wanted, just as Bobby was. When they married, it would undoubtedly

keep those uses strictly defined. No blurred lines. However attractive

a brick wall around him, it could stay totally intact, as far as she was concerned. Jared

completely on Eliz

rounded the solid cedar door Tommy opened for her. As she stepped into the main entrance hall, she realised it ran right through to the back of the

riches, she was momentarily dazed by all there was to see. Much of the decor had an Asian influence, ye

imb up like a mountain, blocking everything else out. He had to be well over six foot, broad-shouldered, broad-chested

that seemed to hit her whole nervous system, leaving her with an odd tremulous feeling that was deeply

e. His face could have been carved out of brown granite—all hard, sharp planes. Even the curves of his mouth seemed

ere laser-sharp blue eyes, the vivid intensity of their colour made all the more stunning by his darkly tanned

to King’s

sat on an ornately carved armchair, its rich scarlet and gold silk upholstery forming a str

re, Mrs King,” Miranda managed to reply with c

ion. She waved attention back to her son. “This is Nathan, who has the cont

ned, but the long years of training for greeting people urged her forward. Taking the initiative always broke the ice. She had t

y were alarmingly shaky as she stepped forward to offer her hand to Nathan King. Thi