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Welcome to The Wormhole.
I am pleased to spotlight Rachel Lyndhurst and Blackmailed.
Rachel lives, and writes, surrounded by
laundry and old newspapers most of the time with her daughter, son and The Exec
in Fareham, on the south coast of England. Sometimes she can smell the sea from
her back garden and she has grand designs on a luxurious garden office one day.
When not working, she enjoys a good rummage
through a decent antique shop. Oh, and wine and expensive lipstick are
non-negotiable.
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Piper Reilly is in trouble. She needs a
cash infusion, and she’s just left a scorching hot man in Florida to get her
life in Colorado back on track. Then her surfside one-night-stand turns out to
be her new boss, billionaire Matt DeLeo, with an offer she can’t refuse—agree
to be the face of his brewery’s newest concoction or lose her job. A few weeks
modelling for the billionaire playboy and her money worries are over, and she
can definitely resist Matt’s gorgeous smile and muscular, tattooed arms—it’s strictly
business.
Matt
DeLeo is in trouble. He’s found the perfect woman to sell Passion Creek
Brewery’s newest brew, but if he wants her on his posters, he’ll have to keep
his hands to himself. But all he wants to do is drink in Piper. And once the
launch is over, it will take more than blackmail for Matt to get his way.
Excerpt from Blackmailed by the Billionaire Brewer
by Rachel Lyndhurst
Copyright © 2014 by Rachel Lyndhurst. All rights
reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form
or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact
the Publisher.
...from Chapter One
She was real…
Matt
DeLeo, ex-IT entrepreneur and billionaire microbrewer, clutched a paper bag of
groceries to his chest as he jogged along Periwinkle Avenue, Sanibel. The early
morning Florida sunshine was warm on his face and a grin spread across his
lips.
No
doubt about it: he was wide awake and his dream woman really did exist. The
flame-haired goddess he’d left sleeping in his bed fifteen minutes earlier had
soft curves, fragrant skin, and a cinnamon-sweet mouth. Even her name sent
shivers of pleasure up his spine. Piper…Piper Reilly, the supple shell collector
he’d watched from a distance over the last six days, was a revelation. When
she’d finally stepped into the Parrot Bar last night and asked for a Long Slow
Comfortable Screw Up Against a Cold Hard Wall with a Kiss, it was as if an
atomic sex bomb had exploded in the room. She had stolen his breath and now,
after a night of passion he would never forget, he was just a few yards away
from breaking one of his own rules of engagement with women.
He
was going to make the green-eyed siren breakfast.
He
knew little about Piper Reilly, but he did know she didn’t drink beer and she
hated the color pink. No problem, he could fix that. Living in Florida, she’d
clearly never tasted any of his Colorado microbrewery’s beer.
Today,
he felt great. This was the life, the reason why he’d made his millions in IT,
quit working for other people, and started his own business. Three years of
twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week had taken its toll, and he deserved
his reward. And the best things had been worth waiting for: freedom,
philanthropy, and now, the perfect woman. He’d been imagining her for so long
and now she had walked into his life.
He’d
done the right thing coming south to scout new opportunities for his brewery
business. Life was good here, the sun shone, and people drank a lot of beer. He
only had to finish the big spring beer launch back in Colorado and then he’d
start Project Florida. And Project Piper. He’d come back in a few weeks and
they could pick up where they’d left off.
Except
he didn’t want to leave her for more than fifteen minutes. He had to go back to
Passion Creek, because he had commitments and jobs to secure in Colorado before
he moved on. There was no way around that unless she went with him. He bit down
on his bottom lip. “Now why would a girl I’ve only just met want to do
something as crazy as that?” He realized he was talking out loud and clamped
his jaw shut.
He’d
offer her the trip of a lifetime, all expenses paid, and tempt her back to Colorado
with him. She’d laughed in his face the previous night when he’d told her he
was a retired computer tycoon who tended bar from time to time just for fun. He
hadn’t wanted anyone to know he was checking out the Sanibel bar scene
undercover. He’d tell her the truth over breakfast.
She
was self-employed, so if she came to Colorado with him, he’d introduce her to
more business contacts than she could ever dream of getting on her own. And,
God, she was gorgeous. Stunning enough to be a top model…
“Holy
crap.” Matt’s feet left the ground as he punched the air. He could see it now
as clear as day; she’d be the perfect woman to advertise his new beer.
Passion
Creek Brewery discovers America’s favorite poster girl…you’re still a genius,
man!
Why
would she turn down an all-expenses-paid trip to Colorado that promised fame
and fortune? She wouldn’t, he knew it.
“Have
I got a surprise for you, Miss Reilly,” he murmured as he reached the back
steps of his rented condo.
Breakfast
in bed and an offer you can’t refuse.
Matt
hitched the groceries against his ribs and let himself into the small condo.
Silence. The bag crackled annoyingly in the narrow kitchenette, and the coffee
machine was making loud noises. His heart beat faster as he peered around the
doorframe toward the living area with the fold-down bed. Cold air swept down
over his brow. The bed was empty. The bathroom door was wide open to show that
it, too, was empty. There was no note, just the faintest trace of her melon
scent.
Blood
pounded in his ears as a cold, rational voice in his head chimed that one-night
stands were like that. People just got up and left sometimes, and he should
know because he’d done it enough times himself. Why would this be any
different? Except it was different. It wasn’t
him who’d walked out the door. Karma had sneaked up behind him and bitten him
right on the ass.
He
slid his hand into his back pocket and the corner of a business card pricked
the tip of his middle finger. Phew. It was still there.
All he needed to track her down.
And
he would. What was the point of being rich if you couldn’t find the one woman
you needed?
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