The sexy and emotional companion novella to the New York Times bestselling romance Hero.
Nadia Ray is not just a broadcast meteorologist. She"s Boston"s morning television It Girl. Successful and independent, she"s put a past she"s ashamed of behind her and is forging a future she can be proud of. However, when her new boss discovers her secret he blackmails her, intent on using Nadia"s popularity to make them the number one morning show in Massachusetts. He wants her to be part of uncovering the city"s biggest scandal – a secret billionaire Caine Carraway is hiding.
Soon Nadia is thrown into the path of Caine"s best friend: sexy, wealthy bachelor Henry Lexington. But she doesn"t encounter the dashing high society gentleman Henry is purported to be. Instead she"s faced with an insulting and defensive villain who misjudges her at every turn.
When Henry finally realizes the truth, and decides to make amends, Nadia wants nothing to do with him. But she underestimates his determination and charm and soon they find themselves embroiled in an intense, passionate affair.
An affair Nadia knows must come to an end before their feelings grow any deeper and he discovers her secrets.
After all, Henry Lexington isn"t the only one who played the part of a villain once"Books in Series:Hero Series by Samantha YoungBooks by Author:Samantha Young books
"Run with the twins with different fathers" story. See if we can get the mom in for next Monday," said my boss, Dick.
I caught Barbara rolling her eyes and hid my smirk. She was one of the hosts of the breakfast show WCVB This Morning and getting a little sick of our new boss. She wasn"t the only one.
Dick cut her a dark look. "Problem, Barbara""
"I was wondering when I get to interview someone about something important again." She shrugged.
Barbara had job security. She was much loved at WCVB and would be hard to replace. So she could push Dicky Dick a little further than the rest of us.
"You don"t think twins that have different fathers is scientifically important""
"I think it"s scientifically rare. And there has been no mention of DNA tests, no doctors corroborating her story. This woman put the story up on social media and it got some attention. That"s all. I call bullshit. Where"s the evidence""
"People don"t want evidence. They want sex and scandal. If she"s lying, great. You get her on that couch and you grill her about why she"s lying. If you can make her cry or storm off the set, even better." And apparently that was all he was going to say on the matter because he turned to me.
I hated this part of our early morning conference meetings: when Dick"s lecherous eyes landed on me.
"Nadia, how is your weather report coming for next week" Anything there""
My meteorology reports for this week sat in front of me. "The rain from this week will ease off into a heat wave. I"m guessing lots of people will be heading to the coast for a long weekend."
His black eyes ran over my chest and I wanted to shrivel inside myself. He grinned. "Fantastic. Let"s get you to the beach next week in a bikini for Monday"s weather report."
The thought made my stomach plummet. This was not what I signed up for. Russ, our last boss, the boss who hired me, was a brusque but professional man who would never have dreamt of putting me in a bikini on air. "Um" I"m not comfortable with that."
Dick raised an eyebrow. "How so""
Barbara huffed in annoyance for me. "She"s not a Playboy Bunny, Dick."
"She"s a weather girl. And her face, tits, and ass have shot our ratings through the roof. Can you imagine what they"d do if they saw her in a bikini""
Anger bubbled under my skin. She"s a weather girl. And her face, tits, and ass have shot our ratings through the roof. Can you imagine what they"d do if they saw her in a bikini" I memorized every word for my log file. "Actually, Dick, I"m a broadcast meteorologist, and I"m not reporting the weather in a bikini."
From the corner of my eye, I saw Barbara grin proudly.
It was difficult for me to stand up to Dick, which was infuriating because I"d never found it difficult to stand up to anyone. But I loved my job. I loved the challenge of getting on camera and having to think on my feet. I didn"t have cue cards like the rest of my colleagues. It was just me, my report, a green screen, and coming up with a way to report the weather that was fun, witty, and fit with the theme of the breakfast show that day.
So I didn"t want to lose my job after only six months, which was a possibility considering Dick had already fired our entertainment news girl and our chef and replaced them immediately with younger, more pliable employees.
If Dick was surprised by my mulishness he didn"t show it. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Andrew, Barbara"s co-presenter. "You can"t force Nadia to wear a bikini, Dick, and harassing her about it violates a whole bunch of in-the-workplace legislation."
Dick"s lips pressed together in irritation. He sighed. "Fine. But let"s get you out on the beach. At least wear a summer dress or something a little enticing."
I shrugged, not agreeing or disagreeing. Which was better than getting up out of my chair and kicking him in the balls.
Relieved when he moved on to asking me what I had in mind for today"s show, my tension slowly eased, especially when he eventually turned his attention to Angel, our entertainment news girl.
When the meeting was over, I stood, ready to head back to the makeup department. They"d already done my makeup but they had to put finishing touches on my hair before we went live.
People often asked me if the early mornings killed me but you got used to them after a while. Monday to Friday I got up at 3 a.m., got to work between four and four thirty, pulled together my meteorology reports, went into hair and makeup, joined the team for our conference meeting, finished hair and makeup, and prepared to go live. Our breakfast show started at six and finished at nine, and I appeared every half hour to do the weather. Afterwards I worked on my long-range meteorology reports so I had an idea of what was ahead, and then for the most part the rest of the day was mine. It meant early to bed, which played havoc with my social life but it was worth it.