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The Commitment by Karin Huxman
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Overview
Drake has his own agenda, he plans to use Miranda’s brains and company stock to trap the insider who is trying to get control of his company and stealing technology. Miranda agrees to a thirty day marriage to help Drake, who she both admires and detests, save his company and because she isn’t really sure what happened on their wedding night. Could she be pregnant? Miranda discovers that the fourth time is the charm and Drake finds this hasty marriage is more than convenient, it is a love of a lifetime.
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Length: Category
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Rating: Sensual
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THE COMMITMENT
by
Karin Huxman
© copyright by Karin Huxman, May 2012
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, May 2012
Original copyright, February 2004
ISBN 1-978-60934-695-7
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
He strode towards her. The movement would have been much more
forceful, Miranda admitted, if he hadn’t had to skirt boxes and paper every
half step. She sat on the edge of her desk swinging one leg and wondering
about her next move. His apparent pique had to be from more than just her
piddley little move upstairs.
A frisson ran up her spine. The sensation set the small hairs on the
back of her neck on end. The fact that she hated him had nothing to do with
how he made her feel. Fragile, needy, emotions and feelings that were out
of character with the image she sought to project at work. She’d never be
able to keep up with the competition if she allowed him to see her
vulnerability.
When he reached her, she lifted her chin. “Sorry, Drake. As I said,
I’ve got too much to do. Look around. I’d be shirking my responsibility if I
just left.”
He stood close, too close. Her foot brushed his pants with an intimate
swish each time it swung out and back. He leaned in. Her nostril quivered
with the scent of him, pine and musk and, she stifled a giggle, dog.
“You’re a vice president now. Hire this chore out and come to lunch
with me.”
His voice gentled as it twined through her. His mouth, a bare whisper
away, the warmth of his breath touched her lips when he spoke.
She couldn’t help leaning closer. Mesmerized and hating herself for
allowing the temptation, she put her hands against broad expanse of his
chest.
“I … I can’t,” she gasped.
“You can.” His mouth captured hers in a brief, heat-seared kiss. She
trembled as he straightened. His eyes, she couldn’t meet his eyes. Could
not let him see how hatred warred with lust within her. Because it couldn’t
be anything more than lust, this heat that shot through her each time he
closed the distance between them.