Lawbreakers
by Deb Julienne, January George, Viviana MacKade, Daryl Devoré
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If you like strong women who take a detour from the straight and narrow, this collection is for you! From computer hackers to art heists, to a mysterious woman reclaiming her legacy and a re-telling of a classic with a billionaire twist, this box set has it all.
Join us for a ride-along on the wrong side of the law, and see if you fall in love with a Lawbreaker.
Collection includes The Fighting Lancasters by Deb Julienne, Two Truths and a Lie by Daryl Devoré, The Storm and the Sea by January George and Painted Love by Viviana MacKade.
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Painted Love by Viviana MacKade Blurb:
Thou shalt not steal.
Oh, but Florence had, and would do so one last time.
Ten pieces her grandfather painted for her because he loved her.
Ten pieces her mother lost, along with anything else, for loving the wrong man.
She couldn’t get back everything he’d wasted away, but she’d be damned if she’d give up those paintings.
Easy and genuine, Rhett loves his life–his family, his market, his town. Until he meets a British woman with grey eyes and a cute little smile. The woman he’s been waiting for.
The thing is, to love her is easy, but can he trust her?
When Rhett pushes to uncover her agenda, Flo knows she will lose something–the man she loves or what she’d been fighting for years.
Which road will she choose?
EXCERPT:
“Mister Beckett?”
“Yes, but probably not the one you’re looking for.”
Flo drew in a long breath, praying for patience. “Have I got the wrong number?”
“Nope, just the wrong guy.”
The man didn’t make any sense. Go figure. “I don’t understand. I need to speak with Scott Beckett, please.”
“That would be my brother, who’s currently working. Who are you?”
“Florence Harper. Mr. Beckett and I have been in contact for renting the flat–the apartment.”
The line jumbled for a moment, but when his voice came back had cleared from the worst of the background noise. “Okay, what was that again?”
Few hours in the States and she already missed some nice British manner. And propriety. A rivulet of sweat ran down her temple; January heat was definitely wrong, even more so when she hadn't showered in too long. “That was me, trying to get in contact with the man who assured me he had a place for me to rent starting tonight.”
“Oh, yeah. The apartment. Look, we’re in the middle of a thing here, where are you?”
“At the address Mr. Beckett gave me,” she said between clenched teeth, then recited the street name and number.
“You’re at the restaurant. Stay right where you are, I’ll be with you in ten.”
Oh, gosh. What was he talking about? “You? I thought the flat belonged to your brother?”
“Let’s say I’m his delegate for the next few weeks. Wait for me, I’m coming.”
He closed the call without waiting for an answer.
With one long intake of breath, Flo rested her back to the wall.
Stupid Crescent Creek.
About the Author:
Beach bum and country music addicted, Viviana lives in a small Floridian town with her husband and her son, her die-hard fans and personal cheer squad. She spends her days between typing on her beloved keyboard, playing in the pool with her boy, and eating whatever her husband puts on her plate (the guy is that good, and she really loves eating). Besides beaching, she enjoys long walks, horse-riding, hiking, and pretty much whatever she can do outside with her family.
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