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Buch 2 von 8: The Eatons

Alers, Rochelle

 
9780373861408: Sweet Deception (The Eatons, Band 165)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0373861400 ISBN 13: 9780373861408
Verlag: Harlequin Kimani Romance, 2009

Inhaltsangabe

Law professor Myles Eaton knows a lot can happen in ten years. A decade ago, Philadelphia's finest bachelor was a hotshot attorney engaged to a woman he swore he'd love forever—until she left him to marry a powerful politician. The only thing more difficult than forgiving her has been forgetting the searing heat they shared. And just when Myles is sure he's over her, Zabrina Cooper arrives back in his life.

Nothing could stop Zabrina from loving Myles, not even when she was blackmailed into becoming wife—in name only—to another man. And as her secrets are revealed, Zabrina has one summer to convince Myles that beyond their incredible chemistry is a soul-deep bond that never faded.

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Hailed by readers and booksellers alike as one of today's most popular African-American authors of women's fiction, Ms. Alers is a regular on bestsellers list, and has been a recipient of numerous awards, including the Vivian Stephens Award for Excellence in Romance Writing and a Zora Neale Hurston Literary Award.  Visit her Web site www.rochellealers.com  

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The buzz of the intercom echoed throughout the spacious co-op. "I'll get it," Myles Eaton announced loudly from the bedroom. Pressing the button on the intercom, he spoke into the speaker. "Yes?"

"Mr. Eaton, there's a take-out delivery in the lobby for you."

"Please send it up."

Zabrina Mixon stepped inside the apartment from the terrace, closing the sliding-glass door behind her. She liked seeing her fiancé dressed casually in T-shirts, shorts and sandals rather than a business suit. Suits always made him appear staid, standoffish. Her gaze lingered on his muscular calves before moving up to his broad chest and finally his ruggedly handsome face. His face was symmetrical with a dark brown complexion, deep-set eyes and a lean, angular jaw that became more pronounced whenever he smiled. His gorgeous smile drew attention to his perfectly aligned white teeth.

She couldn't remember when she hadn't been in love with Myles Eaton. He'd taught her to ride a bike, and whenever she fell he'd brushed off the dirt from her scraped knees and elbows, then helped her to get back on. Her infatuation began in childhood when Myles became her prince.

"I've finished setting the table," said Zabrina.

Myles smiled at his fiancée. He hadn't believed his luck when he'd finally opened his eyes to his sister's best friend. He'd thought of her as a younger sister until her eighteenth birthday. It was the first time that he had kissed her. A few years before that she had kissed him before he left Philadelphia to attend Penn State. Her excuse was that she hadn't wanted him to miss her.

Zabrina kissing Myles had left him feeling unsettled, because at eighteen he was an adult—a sexually active adult, and he had not wanted to take advantage of a teenage girl. However, several years later, they both had changed. Zabrina left home to attend Vanderbilt University School of Nursing in Tennessee while he was headed to Pittsburgh to enroll in Duquesne University School of Law.

By the time she was in college, there was nothing prepu-bescent about Zabrina Mixon. She was no longer tall and gangly, her body had filled out with womanly curves and her voice had deepened to a low, sexy tone that never failed to send shivers up and down his body. The sound of her voice was only matched by the luminous hazel eyes that pulled him in and refused to let him go.

Zabrina had a way of seducing him without saying a word. All she had to do was look at him and he forgot any woman he'd ever known. They reconnected whenever they returned home during semester breaks, but it wasn't until she'd graduated from college that he'd proposed marriage and she'd accepted. They'd talked about having a June wedding, but the establishment where they wanted to have the reception was booked solid until October. They'd reserved the last Saturday in October, because neither wanted a winter wedding given the unpredictable weather.

Myles winked at Zabrina. "Go back outside and relax, baby. The food is on its way up and I'll bring everything out to the terrace."

She returned the wink, then retraced her steps. Settling into an oversize pillow on the terrace of Myles's fourteenth-floor co-op, Zabrina waited for him to join her.

After her twelve-hour shift at a busy Philadelphia municipal hospital, she'd checked her cell phone for messages earlier that day. There were two: one from her father to let her know he was having dinner with an up-and-coming local politician who wanted Isaac Mixon to run his campaign for reelection to the state assembly, and the second from Myles.

After listening to Myles's message asking her to meet him for dinner at his apartment, she'd gone home to shower and change her clothes, then walked the short distance from the condominium where she lived with her father to Myles's high-rise. The doorman at the luxury building had greeted her by name. Within days of Myles slipping the diamond engagement ring onto her finger, he'd given her a key to his co-op and had officially notified the building management to grant her complete access.

The sun slipped lower, taking with it the intense summer heat as a cool breeze swept over her face and body. Lighted votives that she'd positioned around the terrace flickered like fireflies with the encroaching darkness. Philadelphia had experienced the most brutal heat wave it'd had in years. A steady two-day rain had finally broken the ninety-plus-degree heat and the streets in the City of Brotherly Love once again teemed with residents and tourists taking advantage of the more comfortable summer temperatures.

Turning her gaze away from the panoramic view of the twin glass spires of Liberty Place soaring above the Philadelphia skyline, Zabrina saw Myles holding a shopping bag from which emanated the most mouthwatering aroma.

"Something smells wonderful."

Myles leaned over and kissed the hair she'd brushed off her face and secured in a single braid. "That must be my linguine with garlic and olive oil."

"Phew," Zabrina said, pinching her nostrils. "Remind me not to kiss you."

"What if I brush my teeth and use mouthwash?"

She wrinkled her nose. "I'll think about it," she teased.

Myles sat opposite Zabrina, reached into the bag and took out a small container of Caesar salad, then two larger containers with his entrée and Zabrina's Caesar salad with grilled chicken. "Wait, darling, we're missing something."

Zabrina examined the place settings. "What's missing?"

"Wine and music."

"What are we celebrating, Myles?"

He stood and leaned over the table. "My love for you, darling."

Zabrina rose to brush her mouth over his, her eyes filling with tears. She never tired of hearing him say that he loved her. "And I love you, too, Myles Adam Eaton."

Myles returned with a bottle of wine, glasses and a small portable radio that he'd tuned to an all-music station.

He filled the wineglasses with a light rosé, raising his goblet in a toast. "Here's to the sexiest and most beautiful woman in the world. I'm counting down the days until I can make you my wife."

Zabrina paused, trying to keep her fragile emotions under control. She touched her glass to his. "Here's to the man who makes me feel alive, look forward to tomorrow and to all my tomorrows as his wife."

A wave of sadness came over her like a rushing wave. She didn't know why, but she felt like crying. In exactly three months she would exchange vows with the man she loved beyond words. How many women, she wondered, were fortunate enough to marry the first man they'd fallen in love with? Not too many, so she'd counted herself blessed.

"Here, here," Myles intoned before taking a sip of wine.

"I hope your client is toasting you for keeping his butt out of prison."

A scowl settled across his features. He'd made it a practice not to discuss his work with Zabrina, but the name of his high-profile client was on the tongue of most Phila-delphians after the aide to the mayor had been charged with a sex crime.

"Jack Tolliver was innocent and apparently the prosecutor agreed with me when he threw out the charges for lack of evidence."

"But didn't he admit to sleeping with the woman?"

Myles rolled his eyes upward. "Yes, baby."

"So, who's to say it was consensual?"

"He said he didn't rape her."

Zabrina gave him a quizzical look. "And you believed him?"

"Yes."

"Just because he said he didn't do it?" She gestured with her fork. "Darling, Jack Tolliver is a lying, cheating politician who wouldn't...

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Verlag
Harlequin Kimani Romance
Erscheinungsdatum
2009
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0373861400
ISBN 13 
9780373861408
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Anzahl der Seiten
224
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