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by Karin Huxman
Description: In The Commitment... Miranda has been jilted for the third time before getting to the altar. One night she drinks too much and the next morning finds herself wed to her boss. Her boss, Drake, is a sexy bad boy who was Miranda's brother-in-law, until her sister divorced him. Drake has his own agenda, he plans to use Miranda's brains and company stock to trap the insider who is trying to get control of his company and stealing technology. Miranda agrees to a thirty day marriage to help Drake, who she both admires and detests, save his company and because she isn't really sure what happened on their wedding night. Could she be pregnant? Miranda discovers that the fourth time is the charm and Drake finds this hasty marriage is more than convenient, it is a love of a lifetime.
eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, 2004 2004
eBookwise Release Date: June 2012
3 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [199 KB]
Reading time: 122-171 min.
He strode towards her. The movement would have been much more forceful, Miranda admitted, if he hadn't had to skirt boxes and paper every half step. She sat on the edge of her desk swinging one leg and wondering about her next move. His apparent pique had to be from more than just her piddley little move upstairs.
A frisson ran up her spine. The sensation set the small hairs on the back of her neck on end. The fact that she hated him had nothing to do with how he made her feel. Fragile, needy, emotions and feelings that were out of character with the image she sought to project at work. She'd never be able to keep up with the competition if she allowed him to see her vulnerability.
When he reached her, she lifted her chin. "Sorry, Drake. As I said, I've got too much to do. Look around. I'd be shirking my responsibility if I just left."
He stood close, too close. Her foot brushed his pants with an intimate swish each time it swung out and back. He leaned in. Her nostril quivered with the scent of him, pine and musk and, she stifled a giggle, dog.
"You're a vice president now. Hire this chore out and come to lunch with me."
His voice gentled as it twined through her. His mouth, a bare whisper away, the warmth of his breath touched her lips when he spoke.
She couldn't help leaning closer. Mesmerized and hating herself for allowing the temptation, she put her hands against broad expanse of his chest.
"I ... I can't," she gasped.
"You can." His mouth captured hers in a brief, heat-seared kiss. She trembled as he straightened. His eyes, she couldn't meet his eyes. Could not let him see how hatred warred with lust within her. Because it couldn't be anything more than lust, this heat that shot through her each time he closed the distance between them.