Second-Chance Seduction

Second-Chance Seduction
Kate Carlisle

Connor MacLaren never forgave Maggie Jameson for leaving him. Ten years later, his former sweetheart’s back in their California town, desperate for the Scottish businessman’s help. And he knows just how to get her out of his system once and for all…Agreeing to temporarily pose as Connor’s girlfriend is déjà vu. After only a few minutes alone with the rugged Highlander, Maggie’s breathless with desire. Of course, this was Connor’s intention… until his plan backfires, leaving them both wanting much more.

“Connor.”

Maggie jabbed her finger in his chest for emphasis. “Just so we’re clear. I’m not going to have sex with you.”

He looked down at her finger, then up to meet her gaze. “Still negotiating, huh?”

She whipped her hand away and immediately missed the sizzle of heat she’d gotten from touching his chest.

“I’m serious, Connor,” she said, hating that her voice sounded so breathless. “I’ll share your room with you, but that’s it.”

“It’s a suite,” he corrected, and slowly leaned over and kissed her neck.

Dear lord, what was he doing? She knew she should slap him, push him away, but instead she shivered at the exquisite feel of his lips on her skin.

“Say it with me,” he murmured. “Suite.”

“Suite,” she murmured, arching into him when he gently nipped her earlobe. This had to stop. Any minute now.

“Sweet,” he whispered, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

* * *

Second-Chance Seduction is part of the MacLaren’s Pride trilogy:

From Scotland to California, three brothers are ready to claim their legacy—and love!

Second-Chance Seduction

Kate Carlisle

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

New York Times bestselling author KATE CARLISLE was born and raised by the beach in Southern California. After more than twenty years in television production, Kate turned to writing the types of mysteries and romance novels she always loved to read. She still lives by the beach in Southern California with her husband, and when they’re not taking long walks in the sand or cooking or reading or painting or taking bookbinding classes or trying to learn a new language, they’re traveling the world, visiting family and friends in the strangest places. Kate loves to hear from readers. Visit her website, www.katecarlisle.com.

Contents

Chapter One (#u09e6919d-1d3e-5665-9122-292b61420f3f)

Chapter Two (#uaf07034d-8cdf-57e1-b76e-7975eb04555f)

Chapter Three (#ueebbdd1d-e3f9-5288-87ae-6d439800dec7)

Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

One

“You need a woman.”

Connor MacLaren stopped reading the business agreement he was working on and glanced up. His older brother Ian stood blocking his office doorway.

“What’d you say?” Connor asked. He couldn’t have heard him correctly.

“A woman,” Ian repeated slowly. “You need one.”

“Well, sure,” Connor said agreeably. “Who doesn’t? But—”

“And you’re going to have to buy a new suit, maybe two,” his brother Jake said as he strolled into his office.

Ian followed Jake across the wide space and they took the two visitors’ chairs facing Connor.

Connor’s gaze shifted from one brother to the other. “What are you two? The social police?”

Ian shook his head in disgust. “We just got off the phone with Jonas Wellstone’s son, Paul. We set up a meeting with us and the old man during the festival.”

Connor frowned at the two of them. “And for this you expect me to buy a new suit? You’ve got to be kidding.”

“We’re not kidding,” Ian said, then stood as if that was the end of the discussion.

“Wait a minute,” Connor insisted. “Let’s get serious. The festival is all about beer. Drinking beer, making beer, beer-battered everything. This is not a ballet recital we’re going to.”

“That’s not the point,” Ian began.

“You’re right,” Connor persisted. “The point is that I’ve never worn a suit and tie to a beer festival and I’m not about to start now. Hell, nobody would even recognize me in a suit.”

That much was true. Connor was far more identifiable in his signature look of faded jeans, ancient fisherman’s sweater and rugged hiking boots than in one of those five-thousand-dollar power suits his two brothers were inclined to wear on a daily basis.

Frankly, this was why he preferred to work at MacLaren Brewery, located in the rugged back hills of Marin County, thirty miles north and a million virtual light years away from MacLaren Corporation in the heart of San Francisco’s financial district. The brothers had grown up running wild through those hills. That’s where they had built their first home brewery, in the barn behind their mom’s house.

Over the past ten years, the company had grown into a multinational corporation with offices in ten countries. But the heart and soul of MacLaren Brewery still thrived in those hills, and Connor was in charge of it all: not just the brewery, but also the surrounding farmland, the dairy, the fishery, the vineyards and the brew pub in town.

And he wasn’t about to wear a freaking business suit while he did it.