Barnes & Noble.com
Free e-books, mystery, suspense, drama, romance
To gain more money than he ever imagined, Ramm Prescott must fulfill the terms of his grandfather’s will by producing a Prescott heir. When he meets Jeannie Stewart, she is the perfect one to become the mother of his child, providing he can get her pregnant; a must before he’ll marry her.
Quickly drawn into a maelstrom of desire, Jeannie finds love in Ramm’s bed and arms nightly. Never once does she suspect him of having an ulterior motive; yet, beneath Ramm's sensual nature is a planned scheme that will uproot her life after he leaves Montana, following his father's heart attack. When his deceit unfurls, shock hits Jeannie like a violent flood slamming in her face. Everything suddenly turns haphazard in a state of confusion. Her organized world starts to crumble, but her worst nightmare is yet to come...
When the tale of deception unwinds its bitter truth and distrust suppresses all reason, only the strength of love remains....
On Friday evening they made love and were lying spent in each other’s arms. Ramm brushed the hair from Jeannie’s cheek and kissed her, his attention completely focused upon her. He wanted all of her, not just stolen moments when she could spare a few minutes to be with him.
Jeannie had just glanced at the clock on the nightstand and was compelling herself to leave the warmth of Ramm’s arms. “I hate to leave you,” she said, hugging him tightly and winging butterfly kisses over his face.
“Then don’t leave me, Jeannie. Stay the night with me.” It was a plea, one he’d made many times before.
“Oh, Ramm, please don’t. Let’s not go through this again. Every night ends like this and I go away feeling guilty.”
“Then tell me why you can’t or won’t stay. Just tell me why,” he shouted in frustration.
“Because my parents need me!” Jeannie yelled back, blurting out more than she intended. “They both are disabled and unable to do for themselves. Everything I do is for the single purpose of keeping them out of a nursing home.”
He looked at her as if she had slapped him. “How disabled are they?” he asked suspiciously.
“Dad has Alzheimer’s and Mom has crippling arthritis,” she admitted quietly.
He looked like she had slapped him. “You lied to me,” he accused, forgetting that his own deceit of wanting to get her pregnant outweighed what she had withheld.
“I never lied to you. I just didn’t tell you.”
“Withholding the truth is the same as a lie,” he argued bitterly, springing from the bed and stalking back and forth across the floor, his face unusually red. This shattering information messed up all his plans. He wanted his trust fund and needed an heir to gain it, but he didn’t want a ready-made family. He never realized that to have Jeannie he would have to take on the responsibility of her disabled parents.
“Why are you so angry?” Jeannie exclaimed. “It doesn’t affect you. I’m the one who is shuffling my schedule daily so I can rush over here to be with you.”
“It does affect me, affects us both. I had been thinking of something more permanent for us,” he quarreled. “I never knew that your parents would be part of the deal.”
“Deal! You think that is what this is all about? You think my sleeping with you is some sort of deal? To hell with you, Ramm Prescott!” she shouted, jumping from the bed and jerking on her clothing.