Boston Kincaid is ruthless when comes to getting what he wants - and
from the minute he sees Julianna Holly, he'll stop at nothing to have
her in his bed but the tide turns when Julianna turns up pregnant and
runs away. Now, Boston is determined to drag her back to his bed --
whether she's willing or not.
Julianna is in a terrible position. Not only is she knocked up but she
may have gone and fallen for the jerk, too. However, Julianna is no
push-over and she might just have to find a way to forget about Boston
Kincaid if she wants to save her heart. Now, if only her heart would
This is the second installment of a three-part serial. Enjoy!EXCERPT
"If that baby is mine..."
"Quit saying that, you know it's yours!"
His gaze roamed hers and for the briefest moment she thought she saw
desperate hope glimmering in his dark eyes that caused a traitorous leap
in her heart. No, don't do that, she told herself, horrified that she
would care about his feelings. He'd done this to her on purpose. He'd
tricked her. That was the only answer. But even as she cursed him
silently for what he'd done, she wasn't prepared for the soft touch of
his lips brushing against hers as he said, "If what you say is true...then
we truly created a miracle and nothing will keep me from my child." He
deepened the kiss and her knees threatened to buckle, damn him. "Not
even if its mother hates me," he murmured and she swallowed a cry as he
abruptly let her go. "Richard will take you home. I have calls to make."
And then he left her to stare after him. Julianna wiped away the remnant
of his kisses and ground the tears from her eyes. She ought to grab a
cab and screw Boston with his dictates but even as the defiant thought
blazed across her thoughts, she sank back down on the bed and knew she'd
await Richard to ferry her back to Boston's house because in a way, his
place had become more like home than her apartment, even with the gaudy
gold-plated bathroom fixtures that she hated.
Why? Ah crap, because as much as she hated to admit it...it was because at
night, Boston crawled into bed with her and they slept entwined with
one another, as if they were carved from the same block of wood to fit
together. Dumb bad luck.
Julianna glanced down at her belly and her breath hitched in her throat
as the sobering thought of motherhood weighed on her shoulders.
She squeezed her eyes shut and a tentacle of fear reached from a dark
place and curled around her thoughts. Women died giving birth. It was
rare -- but it happened. It was a worst-case scenario...and it'd happened
to someone she'd loved very much.
It might be irrational to fear the same fate but by the time Richard had
arrived to pick her up, she was fighting the urge to lose whatever food
remained in her stomach.
Bottom line? She was afraid of this baby.
And she was ashamed to admit it.