Say You’re MineAll I Ask of YouMake Me YoursHold Me CloseOopsie DaisyHe Loves Me, He Loves Me NotPetal PluckerWar of the RosesincludingThen Came YouTaking a Chance on LoveAll I Want Is YouMy One and OnlyThe Nearness of YouThe Very Thought of YouIf I Can’t Have YouDream a Little Dream of MeSomeone to Watch Over MeTill There Was YouI’ll Be Home for Christmas
A coffee addict and cat lover, Iris Morland writes sexy and funny contemporary romances. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious.Stay in touch!irismorland.comIris Morland’s MermaidsNewsletter Facebook Twitter BookBub Goodreads Instagram
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.Taking a Chance on Love (The Youngers Book 2)Published by Blue Violet Press LLCSeattle, WashingtonCopyright © 2018 by Iris MorlandCover design by Resplendent MediaAll rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Thea Younger looked over her shoulder to make sure her boss wasn’t around and opened a new tab on her Internet browser. She’d already gotten in trouble once before for looking at this website, but she just couldn’t help herself.The photos were mesmerizing; they made her mouth water and her heart pound faster. Her body heated with anticipation as she paged through the photos, one after another, already knowing what she’d see but needing to take them in just one more time.Who knew that looking at trees could be such a turn-on?“Whatcha doing?” Nicole, Thea’s fellow administrative assistant at the law office where they both worked, asked. She chuckled when she spotted what Thea was doing. “Are you looking at that cabin again?”Thea sighed happily. “Isn’t it gorgeous? I’ll be there in three days, Nicole. Only. Three. Days.”She paged to the photo that showed the inside of the cabin, which featured an expansive fireplace and high ceilings made entirely of gorgeous oak. Thea had wante
Thea shivered as she peeled off her sodden jacket, trying to find a light switch inside the darkened cabin. The rain continued to fall, pounding on the roof above. Thea finally gave up on trying to find a light switch and turned on her phone to use as a flashlight. Her bladder was about to explode, and it didn’t care one bit if she couldn’t see to find a bathroom.Luckily there was a bathroom with just a toilet and sink on the first floor. After relieving herself, Thea ventured into the kitchen. She switched on the oven light, which provided enough illumination that she could get a better idea of her surroundings.It was close to midnight. She’d planned on arriving earlier in the evening, but a late start coupled with a rainstorm that had turned the twisty forest roads into mud had slowed her down considerably. She’d almost thought about turning back, but her four-wheel drive SUV and her own stubbornness had forbidden her.Her stomach growled, although fatigue pressed on her more th
Anthony woke up the following morning to the sound of rain against the cabin roof and an ache in his foot. It took him a moment to remember what had happened last night. Namely, that this Thea person had stolen his phone and had stomped on his foot so hard that when he looked at it in the morning light, there was a nice-sized purple bruise on it.He grumbled, his stomach also grumbling. Thea had locked her door and refused to come out, and Anthony had decided to let her win—this time. Although he was pissed enough to break down her door if he had to.After a quick shower and shave, he ventured downstairs. He smelled something cooking, and when he went into the kitchen, he found Thea singing as she cut fresh fruit. She also wore tiny shorts with the most ridiculously tight tank top, which only increased Anthony’s irritation. Why couldn’t she be anything but an attractive woman with an ass that was totally distracting? He wished she smelled like anchovies and never brushed her teeth.
“I’ve pulled some strings, and my contact has agreed to drive up and get you in his Jeep,” said Anthony without preamble when she finally came downstairs.When he saw the flare of anger in Thea’s eyes, he ignored it. She was getting out of this cabin whether she liked it or not. He’d throw her over his shoulder, kicking and screaming, if he had to.“Are you serious?” she said. “In this weather? This is crazy. Once the rain stops I’ll drive out of here myself. Besides, I have four-wheel drive. How is a Jeep going to be better?”“We have no idea when the rain will stop. According to the weather, it isn’t supposed to let up for days. Maybe a week. I’m not prepared to wait.”“And what about you?” she countered. “What if you get stranded from the rain?”He shrugged. “I doubt that will happen.”“Since you’re so rich, why not call in your private jet? Or even better, Air Force One? I’m sure you have loads of contacts in D.C.”Each word from her was a barb, but he ignored them all. She
Anthony sat down at his laptop the next morning, coffee in hand, and opened his email to find that the Society article had been published online. After reading it, however, he was close to tossing his coffee against the wall.The moment Anthony Bertram sits down across from me at the upscale French café he chose for this interview, he’s all business. He drinks the most expensive espresso drink on the menu, and yes, his suits look like they cost more than my annual salary. I’m pretty sure his cufflinks have diamonds in them, in case you’re wondering (I am).“I built this company from the ground up,” he says when I ask him about how he’s dealt with this flood of bad press. “I won’t let anyone stop me.”When he says that, I know he means it. I’m glad I’m not the one he’s set his sights on, because I have a feeling this CEO is not just driven but utterly ruthless to boot.The article continued, characterizing Anthony as a brutal control freak who refused to listen to any kind of critic