Ian's Ultimate Gamble [Westmoreland Series] [Secure eReader]
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eBook by Brenda Jackson
eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: Casino owner Ian Westmoreland thought he had seen the last of Brooke Chamberlain, until she checked into his resort claiming to need a little R & R. Brooke had betrayed him years before, and Ian was willing to bet there was more to her visit than she would admit. No woman had even come close to igniting the heat and passion inside him as Brooke once had. And if Ian was going to discover what Brooke was hiding, what better way than through seduction? But in this game of bedroom cat and mouse, the stakes were very high. Would Ian's ultimate gamble pay off?
eBook Publisher: Harlequin/Silhouette Desire
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2006
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Ian Westmoreland sat at his desk, knee-deep in paperwork, when for no apparent reason he felt a quick tightening in his gut. He was a man who by thirty-three had learned to trust his intuition as well as his deductive reasoning. He lifted his head to glance at the wood-paneled wall in front of him.
He reached out, pressed a button and watched as the paneling slid back to reveal a huge glass wall. The people on the other side who were busy wandering through the casino, taking their chances at the slot machines, gambling tables and arcades, had no idea they were being watched. In certain areas of the casino they were being listened to, as well. More than once the security monitors had picked up conversations best left unheard. But when you operated a casino as large as the Rolling Cascade, the monitors and one-sided mirror were in place for security reasons. Not everyone who came to a casino was there to play. There were those who came to prey on the weaknesses of others, and those were the ones his casino could do without. His huge surveillance room on the third floor, manned by top-notch security experts viewing over a hundred monitors twenty-four hours a day, made sure of it.
Since the grand opening, a lot of people had made reservations merely to check out the newly remodeled casino and resort and to verify the rumors that what had once been a dying casino had been brought back to life in unprecedented style. People Magazine had announced in a special edition that the Rolling Cascade had brought an ambience of Las Vegas to Lake Tahoe and had done it with class, integrity and decorum.
Ian stood and moved around to sit on the corner of his desk, his eyes sharp and assessing as he scanned the crowd. There had to have been a reason he was feeling uptight. The grand opening had been a success and he was glad he'd made the move from riverboat captain to casino owner with ease.
A few minutes later he was about to give up, consider his intuition as having an off day and get back to work, when he saw her.
He stood as his entire body got tense. What the hell was she doing here? Deciding he wasn't going to waste time trying to figure that out, he reached back to the phone on his desk. His call was quickly answered by the casino's security manager.
"There's a woman standing at the east-west blackjack table wearing a powder-blue pantsuit. Please escort her to my office immediately."
There was a pause when his security manager asked a question. And in a tight voice Ian responded, "Yes, I know her name. It's Brooke Chamberlain."
After hanging up the phone, his full attention went back to the woman he'd once come pretty damn close to asking to be his wife…before her betrayal. The last time he'd seen her had been three years ago in Atlanta at his cousin Dare's wedding. Since she'd once worked for Sheriff Dare Westmoreland as one of his deputies, she'd been invited, and Ian had deliberately ignored her.
But not this time. She was on his turf and he intended to let her know it.
* * *
Ian was watching her.
Brooke wasn't sure from where but the federal agent in her knew how. Video monitors. The place was full of them, positioned so discreetly she doubted the crowd of people who were eager to play the odds knew they were on camera.
"Excuse me, Ms. Chamberlain?"
Brooke turned to stare into the face of a tall, husky-looking man in his late forties with blond hair and dark blue eyes. "Yes?"
"I'm Vance Parker, head of security for the casino. The owner of this establishment, Ian Westmoreland, would like a few words with you in his office."
Brooke's lips curved into a smile. She seriously doubted that Ian had just a "few words" to say to her. "All right, Mr. Parker, lead the way."
And as Vance Parker escorted her to the nearest elevator she prayed that she would be able to survive the next two weeks.
* * *
With his gaze glued to the glass, Ian had watched the exchange; had known the exact moment Vance had mentioned his name. Upon hearing it, Brooke's reaction hadn't been one of surprise, which shot to hell the possibility that she hadn't known he owned the place. She had knowingly entered the lion's den, and he was determined to find out why.
He stood and moved around his desk, suddenly feeling that knot in his gut tighten even more. And when he heard the ding, a signal that someone was on their way up in his private elevator, the feeling got worse. Although he didn't want to admit it, he was about to come face-to-face with the one woman he'd never been able to get out of his system. Whether deliberately or otherwise, during the two years they were together, Brooke had raised the bar on his expectations about women. Deputy by day and total woman at night, she had made any female that had followed in her wake seem tremendously lacking. He'd had to finally face the fact that whether he liked it or not, Brooke Chamberlain had been the ultimate woman. The one female who had robbed his appetite for other women. The one woman who'd been able to tame his wild heart.
Not only tame it, but capture it.
The memory brought a bitter smile his lips. But today he was older and wiser, and the heart she once controlled had since turned to stone. Still, that didn't stop his breath from catching in his throat when he turned at the sound of the elevator door opening.
Copyright © 2006 by Brenda Streater Jackson.