A single mom, a sexy boss...and a second chance
Meagan Quinn has paid her debt to society; now she’s out on parole and must provide for her daughter. It’s weird enough that the man she betrayed is offering her a job—and a chance at redemption. Why does she have to find him irresistible, too?
For skeptical billionaire Garrett Snow, employing Meagan is an exercise in building trust. But it’s his growing desire for her that has him on edge. All it takes is one kiss to prove their very real connection... But will one mistake end their affair and their dreams of an instant family?
“You could show me your room.”
She knew it was a bold thing to say, but she didn’t care. She needed to convey her feelings, especially with how easily they were touching each other. “I’ve been wondering what your bedroom is like.”
“That’s a dangerous thought, Meagan.”
“I can’t help it.” She looked into the depths of his eyes, nearly losing herself in them. They were the deepest, darkest, richest shade of brown, with tiny amber flecks that she hadn’t noticed before now. “What have you been wondering about?”
“What it would feel like to kiss you.”
“That’s easy to find out.” Meagan lifted her chin, inviting him to satisfy his curiosity.
Garrett hesitated, but only for a moment. Clearly, his willpower was at the brink. He tugged her even closer, lowered his head and put his lips warmly against hers.
Holy. Heaven. On. Earth.
Everything inside her went wonderfully weak.
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Single Mom, Billionaire Boss is part of the Billionaire Brothers Club series—Three foster brothers grow up, get rich...and find the perfect woman.
Single Mom, Billionaire Boss
Sheri WhiteFeather
SHERI WHITEFEATHER is an award-winning, bestselling author. She writes a variety of romance novels for Mills & Boon and is known for incorporating Native American elements into her stories. She has two grown children who are tribally enrolled members of the Muscogee Creek Nation. She lives in California and enjoys shopping in vintage stores and visiting art galleries and museums. Sheri loves to hear from her readers at www.sheriwhitefeather.com.
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At twenty-seven, Meagan Quinn was starting her life over. People often said they were going to, especially screwups like herself, but she meant it.
Really, truly meant it.
She’d spent nearly three years in prison for a crime she’d stupidly committed. She’d only been out for a week, and now here she was at the Ocean Cliff Hotel and Resort, preparing to finalize the details of her employment.
She exited her car and smoothed the front of her skirt, anxious about her appearance, hoping that she looked more composed than she felt. As she crossed the parking lot, a Southern California breeze stirred her long, straight dark hair and rustled the scarf attached to her blouse.
One of the terms of her release was that she had to have a job lined up, but this one hadn’t come easily. The parole commission had considered the job carefully before they’d approved it because Garrett Snow, the billionaire who owned the resort and had offered to hire her, was one of Meagan’s victims. She’d embezzled sixty thousand dollars from Garrett and his equally rich foster brothers. Basically, she’d nabbed twenty grand from each man from the accounting firm where she used to work.
A portion of her wages from this job would be used for restitution so she could pay back what she’d stolen. Her victims had arranged for it to go to their foster care charity, instead of it being returned directly to them. Regardless, Meagan wanted to make amends, to prove that she was reformed.
When Garrett had offered her this job, it had been through a written correspondence, simply stating that he was willing to give her a fresh start, if the parole commission agreed that she was ready to be released. But she still wasn’t sure why Garrett had decided to help her to begin with. That part wasn’t quite clear to her.
She just wished that she wasn’t so darned nervous about coming face-to-face with him again. She’d done him wrong, and now she was at his mercy, trying to keep her heart from blasting its way out of her chest and splattering her pretty new blouse.
Meagan entered the hotel, clutching her purse and a manila envelope that contained her paperwork. She would be working here as a stable hand. The resort offered all sorts of luxuries, including horseback riding along