What happens in Vegas...
The Fixer has been hustling to keep the Marshall family’s scandals at a simmer, but nothing turns up the heat like the very public opening of a new nightclub. And when Vegas nights turn to Vegas fights, things look ready to boil over. They don’t call it Sin City for nothing. But between vicious jealousies and staggering betrayals, is anyone ready to confess their sins? Remember, dear Marshalls, social climbing has no safety net...
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Secrets of the A-List (Episode 11 of 12)
Maya Blake
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Praise for Maya Blake
“Had me hooked till the last page.”
—Harlequin Junkie on A Deal with Alejandro
MAYA BLAKE’s hopes of becoming a writer were born when she picked up her first romance at thirteen. Little did she know her dream would come true! Does she still pinch herself every now and then to make sure it’s not a dream? Yes, she does! Feel free to pinch her, too, via Twitter, Facebook or Goodreads! Happy reading!
Contents
As the Marshalls get ready to open their newest nightclub in Vegas, they push the town’s code of secrecy and bad behavior to the very limits! Rachel pursues her plan to deal with her competition—but alters the stakes. And Elana’s family discovers her secret, leaving her uneasy—and her husband oddly happy. And Harrison Marshall is out of his coma! But is he out of danger?
He’s awake.
Harrison is awake.
Mariella Santiago-Marshall hurried down the corridor of Whispering Oaks, her heels playing an off-tune staccato beat to the rest of her family’s as they raced after her. She tried to draw comfort from their presence as they headed for Harrison’s room. But her heart was beating too hard, her insides churning anxiously with what awaited them.
Harrison was awake, which meant she would finally get a few much-needed answers. But would she like those answers? Would her beloved husband redeem himself with his words, or would what he had to say drive a deeper wedge in the family she feared was fracturing beyond repair?
The other question, the one she’d tried to hide from but hadn’t been able to avoid lately was, what about her and what she’d done with Joe? How could she look Harrison in the eyes now without exposing herself as a cheater, too? Was she a good enough actress to hide her sins from the man she’d been intimate with for several decades? The man who’d fathered her children?
Her steps slowed as she reached the closed doors.
So much had changed in so short a time. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that she wasn’t the same woman who’d raced to her husband’s side that first day following his accident. Trouble was, would Harrison be able to live with the new Mariella?
Only one way to find out.
Hand shaking, she grasped the handle, swallowed and turned it.
A strong male hand touched the small of her back. She started a little, at once relieved and disappointed when she turned to find Luc beside her rather than Joe. She smiled at her son before her gaze flicked to Joe. Her lover’s gaze met hers, but the look in his eyes was a little hard to read. Much like how she was feeling, she couldn’t tell whether he was pleased or anxious about the news of Harrison’s return to consciousness. For one blind second, she wanted to go to him, comfort him.
Of course she did no such thing. Instead, she braced herself and pushed the door open.
Dr. Aebischer and a clutch of nurses stood clustered around Harrison’s bed, barring her immediate view of her husband.
She quickened her footsteps. “Harrison?” Her voice emerged as shaky as she felt, perhaps because she knew nothing would ever be the same again. She straightened her spine as she crossed the last few steps to her husband’s bedside. And found him just as unresponsive as he’d been yesterday.
She frowned. “Harrison?” Her voice was sharper this time, because now that she could see him better, he looked even worse than he’d been before.
“What the hell is going on, Doctor?” Rafe demanded, his frowning gaze moving from Dr. Aebischer to Harrison’s prone form.
“You told us my father was awake,” Luc accused, turning to face the doctor.
Dr. Aebischer pocketed the penlight he’d been shining in Harrison’s eyes and cleared his throat. “And he