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      Her Private

      Avenger

      Elle Kennedy

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      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Epilogue

       Copyright

      About the Author

      ELLE KENNEDY grew up in the suburbs of Toronto, Ontario, and holds a BA in English from York University. From an early age, she knew she wanted to be a writer, and actively began pursuing that dream when she was only a teenager. When she’s not writing, she’s reading. And when she’s not reading, she’s making music with her drummer boyfriend, oil painting, or indulging her love for board games.

      Elle loves to hear from her readers. Visit her at her website www.ellekennedy.com, or stop by her blog, http://sizzlingpens.blogspot.com, to chat with Elle and fellow Harlequin writers.

      To Diana Ventimiglia, for having faith in this story. I’ll miss you, D!

      Chapter 1

      “I don’t like being summoned.” Quinn leaned against the wide door frame and directed a withering look at the silver-haired man behind the desk.

      “I don’t like summoning you. And I certainly don’t like needing your help.” Edward Kerr’s features grew pained, as if the admission caused him physical torture.

      Intrigued, Quinn stepped into the spacious office, his black boots barely making a sound as he crossed the pristine parquet floor toward Kerr. A lone visitor’s chair sat in front of the forbidding mahogany desk but he made no move to sit down. He didn’t plan to stay long. In fact, he wasn’t entirely sure why he showed up here to begin with. Two years ago he’d vowed never to lay eyes on this man—or his daughter—again. Why he’d broken that vow still eluded him.

      He examined the older man’s face, saw the worry flickering in Kerr’s dark blue eyes, and his intrigue deepened. Revealing his weaknesses was not in Edward Kerr’s character. His entire career could be credited to his ruthless nature, his ability to remain poised and controlled in any situation. Which raised the question—what was causing Kerr’s obvious anxiety?

      Or perhaps he should be asking whom.

      “Morgan is in trouble,” Kerr said, getting right to the point.

      Something that resembled concern tugged at Quinn’s gut. He managed to paste on a mask of indifference and said, “So?”

      “That’s your response? So?” Disbelief washed across the older man’s face. “This doesn’t worry you?”

      “Worry suggests I actually give a damn about Morgan’s well-being.” He offered a cool smile. “I don’t.”

      “You’re lying.”

      Quinn crossed his arms over his chest. “Is this the reason you called me, to inform me that your daughter is in trouble? If so, you’ve wasted both our time.”

      A pleading note entered Kerr’s gravelly voice. “I need you to help her.”

      He shook his head in irritation before taking two steps back toward the door. “Good night, Edward.”

      “Goddamn it, Quinn! She’s in danger!”

      Another step to the door. Don’t look back, a little voice warned. He’s playing you. They’re both playing you.

      “She’s missing, Quinn.”

      A flicker of alarm. Ignore it, keep walking.

      Almost at the doorway. One more step and he’d be out


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