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“Can I come in?”
His heated gaze took in her terry cloth wrapped body. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Maybe not, but I’d still like to come in.”
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“I know we shouldn’t do this,” she murmured. “I spent my entire life working to make something of myself. And now here I am, about to throw it all away because you’re so darn attractive.”
His lips twitched in amusement.
“It’s not funny,” she said with a sigh. “I know this is a bad idea, Cole.”
“Nothing will come out of this, Jamie. I’m in no place for a relationship.”
“I’m not sure I am either. But I don’t think I can fight this any longer. I … I ache for you.”
The obstacles in their path were hard to ignore. But tonight, she wanted to pretend there was nothing in their way.
Just for tonight.
Dear Reader,
I’ve always wanted to live in a small town. I’ve lived in a city all my life, and for the most part, I really do like it. Toronto is cleaner and less crowded than many other big cities, it’s got a lot of beautiful buildings, tons of stores and shopping malls, a great lakefront, the CN Tower. But as much as I love it, I think I’d be more suited to small-town life.
Quaint shops, a town square, gorgeous old houses, a place where everyone knows your name … to me, it sounds like heaven, which is why I set this new two-book miniseries in the fictional town of Serenade. Alas, things aren’t so idyllic in this town. Cole is a millionaire accused of killing his ex-wife, Jamie is the FBI profiler there to question him. Throw in a killer on the loose and a forbidden attraction and this small town might be more exciting than most!
I hope you enjoy Cole and Jamie’s story, and make sure to look out for Finn’s story coming next month. As always, I’d love to hear from you.
Happy reading!
Elle
About the Author
A RITA® Award-nominated 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 a teenager. She loves strong heroines and sexy alpha heroes, and just enough heat and danger to keep things interesting.
Elle loves to hear from her readers. Visit her website, www.ellekennedy.com, for the latest news or to send her a note.
Millionaire’s
Last Stand
Elle Kennedy
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To Patience and Keyren,
for giving my millionaire hero a chance!
Prologue
We’ve got a body.
The call had come in on his cell phone, jolting him from restless slumber, and as he’d left his barren farmhouse and driven over, he hadn’t been able to fight the dread climbing up his chest. Now it was jammed in the back of his throat and refused to dislodge. An omen that his peaceful little town was about to become … well, not so peaceful anymore.
Patrick “Finn” Finnegan killed the engine of his Jeep and stared out the windshield at the commanding mansion up ahead. Situated on the edge of a rocky cliff, the house resembled a smaller version of a medieval castle. Rumor had it Cole Donovan had wanted to use wood to make the structure akin to the rustic homes that were trademark to the area, but his wife had demanded the house be made of stone.
Finn wasn’t surprised. Teresa Donovan always acted like a queen, so why not live as one?
A rap on the driver’s window jarred him from his thoughts.
Finn looked up to see Anna Holt, his most dedicated deputy. Uneasiness swam in Anna’s astute brown eyes, the stiffness of her slim body hinting at what Finn expected to find inside the extravagant home.
“How bad is it?” he said in lieu of a greeting as he slid out of the driver’s seat.
Anna hesitated. “Bad,” she finally said.
The two of them walked up the limestone path leading to the pillared entrance of the mansion. They moved through the ornate double doors, which were filigreed with bronze and more suited to the entry of a cathedral than a home in North Carolina. Inside the spacious front hallway, a white marble floor stretched beneath Finn’s black boots, another incongruity considering the home’s granite exterior. Teresa Donovan had evidently opted for a show of wealth rather than consistency.
“She’s in here,” Anna said, gesturing to the arched doorway on their left.
As they crossed the threshold, Finn rubbed the stubble on his chin and cast a weary look across the lavishly furnished living room where his second deputy, Max Patton, stood by the enormous black slate fireplace, dusting the mantle and the framed photographs atop it for fingerprints. Finn’s gaze zeroed in on one particular photo, which showed a beaming Teresa in a wedding gown, flanked by a tall man with olive-colored skin and dark eyes.
Cole Donovan, real estate tycoon, ex-husband and possible murder suspect.
Finn suppressed a groan. Damn it. This was the last thing his town needed. In the five years he’d served as the sheriff of Serenade, there hadn’t been a single murder. People simply didn’t get killed here.
With a sigh, Finn finally forced himself to focus on the main event, the lifeless body of Teresa Donovan.
Even in death she was a beautiful woman, with her black hair fanned out on the parquet floor like strands of fine silk. The wide-set eyes beneath her closed lids had once been stormy silver but he knew they were now a lifeless gray, and her skin, once milky-white, had a bluish tinge to it. She wore a wine-colored peignoir, short enough to reveal her firm lower thighs and shapely calves. She wasn’t a tall woman, but her flawless beauty had always made her seem larger than life.
So had her volatile personality.
“Got something under the fingernails” came the medical examiner’s nasal voice.
Finn frowned. “She scratched the guy?”
Len Kirsch shrugged, his wire-rimmed glasses sliding down the bridge of his long, thin nose. “Possibly. But you could wind up with skin cells under the fingernails from just caressing someone’s arm. I’ll examine the body more thoroughly at the lab to check for concrete defensive