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Автор: Zara Cox
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      “I like to win at all costs…”

       But wanting her could cost him everything.

      With a multibillion-dollar deal on the line, billionaire playboy Gideon Mortimer can’t afford another tabloid scandal. He’s committed to a chastity contract, but being on the same yacht as Leonie Branson—temptation personified—is pure, unadulterated torture. Relinquishing control of their thrilling sexual chemistry to tenacious Leonie feels tantalizingly worth the risk—to his reputation and his well-protected heart.

      “DARE is Harlequin’s hottest line yet. Every book should come with a free fan. I dare you to try them!”

      —Tiffany Reisz, international bestselling author

      ZARA COX writes contemporary and erotic romance. She lives in the Garden of England—aka Kent—with her hubby and two kids. She loves to read and travel. In 2017 she managed to visit her number one bucket list destination—Hawaii—and is now actively pleading with her husband to live there! She loves to hear from her readers and you can get in touch with her via Twitter (@zcoxbooks), on Instagram (zaracoxwriter) or Facebook (zaracoxwriter).

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      Worth the Risk

      Zara Cox

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      ISBN: 978-1-474-07144-4

      WORTH THE RISK

      © 2018 Zara Cox

      Published in Great Britain 2018

      by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

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      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       About the Author

       Booklist

       Title Page

       Copyright

       PROLOGUE

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       Extract

       About the Publisher

       PROLOGUE

      Gideon

      GREAT-AUNT FLO WAS pacing my office.

      Seventy-five-year-olds, regardless of how sprightly they still were, had no business pacing three months after double hip-replacement operations.

      Normally I welcomed her out-of-the-blue visits, because out of all my blood relatives, she was the only one I could tolerate for more than five minutes. Which was great, because I adored every wrinkled inch of her.

      Normally that adoration was returned.

      Today, however, every look she speared at me from her light blue eyes sparked an unsettling amount of disappointment.

      My nape tightened.

      I ran through the list of possible unsavoury things I’d done since I last saw her—bloody hell, there were a lot—and tuned back in just as she gave a melodramatic sigh.

      ‘The last straw was when they called you a reckless playboy.’

      I