In Bed with the Devil [Secure eReader]
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eBook by Susan Mallery
eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: Millionaire of the Month: Jack Howington III. Source of Fortune: International security corporation. The woman he can never have: Meredith Palmer. When he arrived at Hunter's Landing, Jack got the surprise of his life. His best friend's shy little sister had become a breathtaking young woman--with an ax to grind. Still smarting over Jack's long-ago rejection, Meredith was now intent on luring the mogul into her bed ... and her bed was right across the hall. At what cost would Jack keep a decade-old promise?
eBook Publisher: Harlequin/Silhouette Desire
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2007
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Eleven years ago…
Meredith Palmer spent the afternoon of her seventeenth birthday curled up on her narrow bed, sobbing uncontrollably. Everything about her life was a disaster. It was never going to be better—and what if she was one of the unlucky people who peaked in her teenage years? What if this was the best it was going to be?
Seriously, she should just throw herself out her dorm room window and be done with it. Of course, she was only on the fourth floor, so she was not going to actually kill herself. The most likely event was maiming.
She sat up and wiped her face. "Given the distance to the ground and the speed at impact," she murmured to herself, then sniffed. "Depending on my position…" She reached for a piece of paper. "If I fell feet first—unlikely, but it could happen—then the majority of the stress would be on my…"
She started doing the calculations. Bone density versus a hard concrete landing or a softer grass landing. Assuming a coefficient of—
Meri threw down the pencil and paper and collapsed back on her bed. "I'm a total freak. I'll never be anything but a freak. I should be planning my death, not doing math. No wonder I don't have any friends."
The sobs returned. She cried and cried, knowing that there was no cure for her freakishness. That she was destined to be one of those scary solitary people.
"I'll have to get cats," she cried. "I'm allergic to cats."
The door to her room opened. She kept her face firmly in her pillow.
"I don't think so."
That voice. She knew that voice. The owner was the star of every romantic and semisexual fantasy she'd ever had. Tall, with dark hair and eyes the color of the midnight sky—assuming one was away from the city, where the ambient light emitted enough of a—
Meri groaned. "Someone just kill me now."
"No one's going to kill you," Jack said as he sat next to her on her bed and put a strong, large hand on her back. "Come on, kid. It's your birthday. What's the problem?"
How much time did he have? She could make him a list. Given an extra forty-five seconds, she could index it, translate it into a couple of languages, then turn it into computer code.
"I hate my life. It's horrible. I'm a freak. Worse, I'm a fat, ugly freak and I'll always be this way."
She heard Jack draw in a breath.
There were a lot of reasons she was totally in love with him. Sure, he was incredibly good-looking, but that almost didn't matter. The best part of Jack was he took time with her. He talked to her as if she was a real person. Next to Hunter, her brother, she loved Jack more than anyone.
"You're not a freak," he said, his voice low.
She noticed he didn't say she wasn't fat. There was no getting around the extra forty pounds on her five-foot-two-inch, small-boned frame. Unfortunately he also didn't tell her she wasn't ugly. Jack was kind, but he wasn't a liar.
Copyright © 2007 by Susan Macias Redmond.