Her hottest suspect yet…
Men have always been eager to tell Autumn Hilliard their most private secrets. Her fine mind—and natural beauty—are the reasons she’s such an excellent private investigator.
But investment banker Isaac Mason isn’t like the other men who strive for Autumn’s attention. He’s easily the sexiest man alive, and while his lean, muscular body screams temptation, his careful manner reveals nothing. Working her way into Issac’s world at Paxton Investment Securities, Autumn intends to find out what makes the millionaire tick, while remaining detached in his enticing presence.
Autumn hopes that her instincts are right, and that Isaac is innocent of the fraud he’s suspected of committing. Otherwise, come morning, will Autumn pay the ultimate price for giving her trust—and her heart—to the wrong man?
She started to shake her head side to side, but he reached out and cupped her face in his hands.
“Don’t do that,” he said. “All those snowflakes caught in your curls make you look like a princess.”
She lifted her chin, and the tiny droplets of melting snow on her face seemed to glisten. “How can this frog be a princess when she’s never been kissed?”
That was all Isaac needed to hear.
He sucked in a breath, not giving his mind time to think or to worry or to even care about tomorrow.
“I can take care of that right now,” he whispered.
He closed his eyes and slowly guided her face to his, relying on sense, rather than sight, to that first taste he knew he would never forget.
And Autumn did not disappoint. Her lips were soft and warm and surprisingly insistent upon his, and in the haze of their kisses he felt her fingers on his chest, unbuttoning his coat.
HARMONY EVANS
loves writing sexy, emotional, contemporary love stories. She is a single mom to a beautiful daughter who makes her grateful for life daily. Her hobbies include cooking, baking, knitting, reading and, of course, napping. She works full-time writing and managing digital content, and has over fifteen years of experience in internet marketing.
Harmony received the 2013 Romance Slam Jam Emma Award for Debut Author of the Year. In addition, she was a 2012 RT Reviewers’ Choice Awards double finalist (First Series Romance and Kimani Romance). She is a member of Romance Writers of America.
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When
Morning
Comes
Harmony Evans
I just love a hot man in a business suit, don’t you?
Isaac Mason is an ambitious, intelligent and sexy investment banker. But is he also committing fraud, or is he simply the victim of blackmail? That’s what Autumn Hilliard, a private investigator, has been hired to find out. As she gets closer to Isaac, Autumn discovers that he is hiding more than just the key to his heart. And it’s got nothing to do with cold, hard cash.
When Morning Comes is my fourth novel for the Mills & Boon Kimani Romance line, and I hope you enjoy it. I love to hear from readers. Contact me 24/7 at www.harmonyevans.com.
Be blessed,
Harmony
This book is dedicated to my daughter, who has made me richer than I ever thought I could be with her enduring love.
Contents
Chapter 1
“I will not tolerate anyone destroying what I’ve worked so hard to build. Paxton Investment Securities must prevail unscathed. Is that clear, Ms. Hilliard?”
Sterling Paxton, the firm’s owner and CEO, stood at the boardroom window with his back to Autumn, his pale white hands clasped loosely behind him. His stance was relaxed, yet every terse word sounded as if it were uttered through gritted teeth.
A chill threaded through Autumn’s spine, warning her to keep her guard up even as she sat frozen in place.
So this was what a bug must feel like, she thought, right before it’s about to get squashed.
Sterling turned abruptly on his heel and smacked his hands together.
“I said, is that clear, Ms. Hilliard?”
Autumn winced and drew in a sharp breath before smiling sweetly. “Of course, Mr. Paxton. I’ll do everything in my power to prevent that from happening. If Isaac Mason is committing securities fraud, rest assured, I will find out.”
Sterling’s lips thinned. “How long do you think that will take?”
Autumn resisted the urge to shrug, knowing he would be offended. Every client expected immediate results and it was her job to manage expectations. She was a damn good investigator, but she wasn’t a miracle worker.
“A few weeks. Maybe a month. Undercover work is never an exact science,” she cautioned.
Sterling slid his hands into his pockets, and she heard the tinny jingle of coins.
“Isaac must never know he’s under surveillance.”
“And he won’t,” Autumn affirmed with a nod. “Having Isaac mentor me as a new employee will enable me to build trust without arising suspicion.”
Sterling’s gaze narrowed. “For your sake, he better not.”
Autumn bristled