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From the Author:
Dear Reader,
I am having so much fun following the lives of the McNeills! I was as shocked as anyone when Dad announced his "other" family, and knew I needed to hunt down all the brothers. This family--abandoned young by their part-time father--has been through a lot and they are fiercely protective of one another.
That's a protectiveness Jager McNeill extends to his assistant, Delia, after an unexpected night of passion. He won't abandon his child the way his father abandoned him. For Delia, her boss's insistence on keeping her close wreaks havoc on her desire for independence. But resisting the passion of a McNeill isn't easy. Especially when she finds herself falling in love...
Don't forget to visit joannerock.com for updates on The McNeill Magnates and sneak peeks at what's up next!
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From the Inside Flap:
I am having so much fun following the lives of the McNeills! I was as shocked as anyone when Dad announced his "other" family, and knew I needed to hunt down all the brothers. This family--abandoned young by their part-time father--has been through a lot and they are fiercely protective of one another.
That's a protectiveness Jager McNeill extends to his assistant, Delia, after an unexpected night of passion. He won't abandon his child the way his father abandoned him. For Delia, her boss's insistence on keeping her close wreaks havoc on her desire for independence. But resisting the passion of a McNeill isn't easy. Especially when she finds herself falling in love...
Don't forget to visit joannerock.com for updates on The McNeill Magnates and sneak peeks at what's up next!
Happy Reading!
Excerpt from Little Secrets: His Pregnant Secretary...
Delia felt the thrum of bass in the repetitivetechno-crap blaring from the deck speakers as she rushed up the long woodendock as fast as her wedge-heeled sandals would allow. The superyacht had onlybeen docked at Le Francois for three days and Cyril had already talked to themonce about the noise and the parties.
"Excuse me!" Delia called up to the bow, which wasat least ten feet above her head. She waved her arms to try and catch someone'sattention. A handful of swimsuit clad couples lounged on big built-in sofas ormilled around the bar. A few kids ran around the deck, squealing and chasingeach other. "Hello!"
Delia backed up a step to make herself visible tothe group. She could hardly hear herself shout; they were completely oblivious.She glanced behind her to make sure she had more clearance, well aware that thedocks were narrow at the far end where the larger watercraft tied off.
She peered back up at the party boat just in timeto see one of the kids--a girl in a fluttery white bathing suit cover-up--loseher balance near the rail. Her scream pierced the air right before she pitchedheadlong into the water with a splash.
Terrified and not sure if anyone else even saw thechild go in, Delia scrambled to the edge of the dock. She toed off her shoesand tugged her phone out of the pocket of her simple sundress, never taking hereyes off the ring of rippling water where the girl had landed. Jumping infeetfirst to avoid hitting her head on any hidden debris, Delia rotated herarms to pull herself deeper.
Salt water stung her eyes when she tried to openthem. Her hair tangled in her face as she whipped her head from side to side.Scanning. Searching.
Fear robbed her of breath too fast. Her lungsburned as she grew light-headed. Had anyone else even seen the girl fall? Whatif Delia was the only one looking for her, and what would happen now that even she'dlost sight of her?
Breaking the surface, she hauled in a giant gulpof air, then forced herself to dive deeper. Legs kicking fast, she feltsomething tickle her outstretched hand. Forcing her body deeper, she couldn'tquite catch the blur of white she spotted in the water through burning eyes.
And then another swimmer streaked past her as ifpowered by scuba fins. There was a rush of water as strong limbs sluiced by.Though her vision was distorted by the sting of salt, she could tell the newarrival was on target for the flash of white she'd spotted. Even as her chestthreatened to explode from lack of air, she remained underwater long enough tobe sure the diver retrieved the child.
Thank you, God.
The fear fueling her strokes leaked away. Reliefkicked in along with a wave of weariness. By the time she got to the surface,she could barely drag in air, she was so woozy and exhausted, yet she could seethrough painful eyes as the victim was pulled to safety on the dock.
But now it seemed that Delia was the one introuble. Gagging, gasping, her arms flailing, she reached blindly for the sideof the boat or anything, clawing for support...
"Whoa!" A deep, masculine voice sounded in her earat the same moment two arms wrapped around her midsection. "I've got you."
Only then did she realize she'd somehow clawed himtoo. The arm that held her was bleeding from three shallow scratches. Senseslowly returned as oxygen fed her brain again.
The house music had been silenced. The only soundnow was the murmur of voices drifting from the marina. She glimpsed thedrenched little girl on the dock, already surrounded by family. A woman--a localwith a houseboat who happened to be a retired RN--was on her knees at the victim'sside, lifting her gently as she coughedup water. The relief in the crowd was palpable. Delia felt the sameoverwhelming gratitude throughout her body. Her shoulders sagged.
Bringing her breasts into intimate contact withthe arm around her. She collapsed like a wet noodle against the slick, hot bodyof a man built like iron. Her dress floated like seaweed around her thighs,making her suddenly aware of the way her soaked bikini panties were all thatseparated her from him.
"Are you okay, Delia?" The voice in her ear wasfamiliar; she'd heard it nearly every day for the past year, even if she hadn'tseen the man in person for weeks on end.
Her boss. Jager McNeill.
"Fine," she spluttered, the word ending in acough.
Of course, it was foolish to be embarrassed sinceshe had dived in the water to save a child. And yet, it still felt terriblyawkward to be caught with her dress up around her waist today of all days whenshe'd wanted to make the perfect professional impression.
Also, she'd scratched him.
Coughed all over him.
If she hadn't had a crush on him once upon a time,maybe she wouldn't be tingling from head to toe right now in spite ofeverything. But she feared if she tried to swim away from him to escape all thefeelings, she just might drown. She was surprised to notice how far she'ddrifted from the dock in her search. Behind them, she noticed the transportskiff that Cyril had sent out to meet Jager's seaplane. Jager must have beenarriving at the same time she'd jumped into the water.
"Hold onto my shoulders," he told her, shiftingtheir positions in the water so he faced her. "I'll tow you to the dock."
Nose to nose with him, Delia stared up into hissteel-blue eyes. She thought she'd gotten used to his good looks in the pasttwo years that they'd known each other. His dark hair and sharp, shadowed jawmade for enticing contrasts to those incredibly blue eyes. His hair had grownlonger in the past months, as if barber visits were the last thing on his mind.But the way the damp strands curled along the strong column of his neck onlyadded to the appeal.
This close, she had the benefit of sensing thewealth of muscle in his athletic body where he held her. Feeling the flush ofheat course through her, she ducked deeper into the cold water to hide herreaction to him.
"I can make it." Shaking her head, she scattereddroplets from her wet hair. "I just needed to catch my breath."
She attempted to paddle away, but Jager onlygripped her tighter.
Oh. My.
Feeling the warmth of his chest through theirclingy clothes roused an ache she should not be feeling for her boss. Adding tothe problem, the strapless bra she'd been wearing had shifted lower on her ribcage where it did absolutely no good.
"Humor me," he ordered her, his voice ascontrolled as his movements. "You're exhausted and dry land is farther awaythan it looks." He took one of her hands and placed it on his right shoulder.Then, turning away from her, he very deliberately set her other hand on hisleft shoulder.
He began to swim toward the dock with measuredstrokes, towing her along behind him. Water lapped over them in light waves. Shefelt every ripple of his muscles under her palms as the light waves swished overthem. She debated fishing one hand down her dress to haul up her bra beforethey reached land, but decided the potential scolding from Jager if she let goof him wasn't worth it. So she clung to him and gritted her teeth against thefriction of her pebbled breasts rubbing against his back. By now he had to be askeenly aware of her as she was of him.
The only positive of this awkward reunion?
Any anxiety she had about talking business with himwas utterly eclipsed by physical awareness. So when they reached land, sheclamped onto the dock, evenly met his blue gaze and said, "I definitely deservea raise."
Delia felt the thrum of bass in the repetitivetechno-crap blaring from the deck speakers as she rushed up the long woodendock as fast as her wedge-heeled sandals would allow. The superyacht had onlybeen docked at Le Francois for three days and Cyril had already talked to themonce about the noise and the parties.
"Excuse me!" Delia called up to the bow, which wasat least ten feet above her head. She waved her arms to try and catch someone'sattention. A handful of swimsuit clad couples lounged on big built-in sofas ormilled around the bar. A few kids ran around the deck, squealing and chasingeach other. "Hello!"
Delia backed up a step to make herself visible tothe group. She could hardly hear herself shout; they were completely oblivious.She glanced behind her to make sure she had more clearance, well aware that thedocks were narrow at the far end where the larger watercraft tied off.
She peered back up at the party boat just in timeto see one of the kids--a girl in a fluttery white bathing suit cover-up--loseher balance near the rail. Her scream pierced the air right before she pitchedheadlong into the water with a splash.
Terrified and not sure if anyone else even saw thechild go in, Delia scrambled to the edge of the dock. She toed off her shoesand tugged her phone out of the pocket of her simple sundress, never taking hereyes off the ring of rippling water where the girl had landed. Jumping infeetfirst to avoid hitting her head on any hidden debris, Delia rotated herarms to pull herself deeper.
Salt water stung her eyes when she tried to openthem. Her hair tangled in her face as she whipped her head from side to side.Scanning. Searching.
Fear robbed her of breath too fast. Her lungsburned as she grew light-headed. Had anyone else even seen the girl fall? Whatif Delia was the only one looking for her, and what would happen now that even she'dlost sight of her?
Breaking the surface, she hauled in a giant gulpof air, then forced herself to dive deeper. Legs kicking fast, she feltsomething tickle her outstretched hand. Forcing her body deeper, she couldn'tquite catch the blur of white she spotted in the water through burning eyes.
And then another swimmer streaked past her as ifpowered by scuba fins. There was a rush of water as strong limbs sluiced by.Though her vision was distorted by the sting of salt, she could tell the newarrival was on target for the flash of white she'd spotted. Even as her chestthreatened to explode from lack of air, she remained underwater long enough tobe sure the diver retrieved the child.
Thank you, God.
The fear fueling her strokes leaked away. Reliefkicked in along with a wave of weariness. By the time she got to the surface,she could barely drag in air, she was so woozy and exhausted, yet she could seethrough painful eyes as the victim was pulled to safety on the dock.
But now it seemed that Delia was the one introuble. Gagging, gasping, her arms flailing, she reached blindly for the sideof the boat or anything, clawing for support...
"Whoa!" A deep, masculine voice sounded in her earat the same moment two arms wrapped around her midsection. "I've got you."
Only then did she realize she'd somehow clawed himtoo. The arm that held her was bleeding from three shallow scratches. Senseslowly returned as oxygen fed her brain again.
The house music had been silenced. The only soundnow was the murmur of voices drifting from the marina. She glimpsed thedrenched little girl on the dock, already surrounded by family. A woman--a localwith a houseboat who happened to be a retired RN--was on her knees at the victim'sside, lifting her gently as she coughedup water. The relief in the crowd was palpable. Delia felt the sameoverwhelming gratitude throughout her body. Her shoulders sagged.
Bringing her breasts into intimate contact withthe arm around her. She collapsed like a wet noodle against the slick, hot bodyof a man built like iron. Her dress floated like seaweed around her thighs,making her suddenly aware of the way her soaked bikini panties were all thatseparated her from him.
"Are you okay, Delia?" The voice in her ear wasfamiliar; she'd heard it nearly every day for the past year, even if she hadn'tseen the man in person for weeks on end.
Her boss. Jager McNeill.
"Fine," she spluttered, the word ending in acough.
Of course, it was foolish to be embarrassed sinceshe had dived in the water to save a child. And yet, it still felt terriblyawkward to be caught with her dress up around her waist today of all days whenshe'd wanted to make the perfect professional impression.
Also, she'd scratched him.
Coughed all over him.
If she hadn't had a crush on him once upon a time,maybe she wouldn't be tingling from head to toe right now in spite ofeverything. But she feared if she tried to swim away from him to escape all thefeelings, she just might drown. She was surprised to notice how far she'ddrifted from the dock in her search. Behind them, she noticed the transportskiff that Cyril had sent out to meet Jager's seaplane. Jager must have beenarriving at the same time she'd jumped into the water.
"Hold onto my shoulders," he told her, shiftingtheir positions in the water so he faced her. "I'll tow you to the dock."
Nose to nose with him, Delia stared up into hissteel-blue eyes. She thought she'd gotten used to his good looks in the pasttwo years that they'd known each other. His dark hair and sharp, shadowed jawmade for enticing contrasts to those incredibly blue eyes. His hair had grownlonger in the past months, as if barber visits were the last thing on his mind.But the way the damp strands curled along the strong column of his neck onlyadded to the appeal.
This close, she had the benefit of sensing thewealth of muscle in his athletic body where he held her. Feeling the flush ofheat course through her, she ducked deeper into the cold water to hide herreaction to him.
"I can make it." Shaking her head, she scattereddroplets from her wet hair. "I just needed to catch my breath."
She attempted to paddle away, but Jager onlygripped her tighter.
Oh. My.
Feeling the warmth of his chest through theirclingy clothes roused an ache she should not be feeling for her boss. Adding tothe problem, the strapless bra she'd been wearing had shifted lower on her ribcage where it did absolutely no good.
"Humor me," he ordered her, his voice ascontrolled as his movements. "You're exhausted and dry land is farther awaythan it looks." He took one of her hands and placed it on his right shoulder.Then, turning away from her, he very deliberately set her other hand on hisleft shoulder.
He began to swim toward the dock with measuredstrokes, towing her along behind him. Water lapped over them in light waves. Shefelt every ripple of his muscles under her palms as the light waves swished overthem. She debated fishing one hand down her dress to haul up her bra beforethey reached land, but decided the potential scolding from Jager if she let goof him wasn't worth it. So she clung to him and gritted her teeth against thefriction of her pebbled breasts rubbing against his back. By now he had to be askeenly aware of her as she was of him.
The only positive of this awkward reunion?
Any anxiety she had about talking business with himwas utterly eclipsed by physical awareness. So when they reached land, sheclamped onto the dock, evenly met his blue gaze and said, "I definitely deservea raise."
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