Money Can't Buy What He Desperately Wants
Boston Kincaid is ruthless when comes to getting what he wants - and from the minute he sees Julianna Holly, he wants her. Eight weeks into their arrangement Julianna gets pregnant. Boston had always secretly yearned for children but doctors had dashed that dream when it was discovered he was nearly sterile. The shocking news that Julianna had conceived is a miracle but his joy dies when Julianna, freaked out by the prospect of having a child, runs away to the Caribbean.
Boston tracks Julianna to the small island of St. John, determined to remind Julianna of everything she stands to lose, but doesn't count on Julianna having some terms of her own.
To Love Him Is To Break Her Own Heart
Julianna is in a terrible position. Not only is she pregnant but she may have gone and fallen for the jerk, too. However, Julianna is no push-over and she might have to find a way to forget about Boston Kincaid if she wants to save her heart. Dr. Miles Lassiter could be the way to forget about Boston -- if only her heart would cooperate. Miles is everything Boston is not but Boston is the one haunts her dreams and chases her thoughts no matter how hard she tries to forget him.
This is the second installment of a three-part serial and is meant to be read in order.
“If that baby is mine…”
“Quit saying that, you know it’s yours!”
His gaze roamed hers and for the briefest moment she thought she saw desperate hope glimmering in his dark eyes that caused a traitorous leap in her heart. No, don’t do that, she told herself, horrified that she would care about his feelings. He’d done this to her on purpose. He’d tricked her. That was the only answer. But even as she cursed him silently for what he’d done, she wasn’t prepared for the soft touch of his lips brushing against hers as he said, “If what you say is true…then we truly created a miracle and nothing will keep me from my child.” He deepened the kiss and her knees threatened to buckle, damn him. “Not even if its mother hates me,” he murmured and she swallowed a cry as he abruptly let her go. “Richard will take you home. I have calls to make.”
And then he left her to stare after him. Julianna wiped away the remnant of his kisses and ground the tears from her eyes. She ought to grab a cab and screw Boston with his dictates but even as the defiant thought blazed across her thoughts, she sank back down on the bed and knew she’d await Richard to ferry her back to Boston’s house because in a way, his place had become more like home than her apartment, even with the gaudy gold-plated bathroom fixtures that she hated.
Why? Ah crap, because as much as she hated to admit it…it was because at night, Boston crawled into bed with her and they slept entwined with one another, as if they were carved from the same block of wood to fit together. Dumb bad luck.
Julianna glanced down at her belly and her breath hitched in her throat as the sobering thought of motherhood weighed on her shoulders.
She squeezed her eyes shut and a tentacle of fear reached from a dark place and curled around her thoughts. Women died giving birth. It was rare — but it happened. It was a worst-case scenario…and it’d happened to someone she’d loved very much.
It might be irrational to fear the same fate but by the time Richard had arrived to pick her up, she was fighting the urge to lose whatever food remained in her stomach.
Bottom line? She was afraid of this baby.
And she was ashamed to admit it.