Back In The Enemy's Bed. Michelle Celmer

      

      From lovers to sworn enemies…and back again? A dramatic Dynasties tale from USA TODAY bestselling author Michelle Celmer!

      Wealthy private investigator Roman Slater has never forgiven himself for hurting former flame Grace Winchester. And Grace has never forgiven him, either! When she discovers that he now has her family in his sights, she puts up a fight.

      But where Roman is concerned, she can’t help it: she’s a lover not a fighter. Despite herself, she’s back in the millionaire’s bed just like that. But is Grace setting herself up for a replay of past betrayals? Or will Roman prove that he’s one of the good guys this time around?

      “Just to be clear, this is not a date.”

      Roman shrugged, shooting her a knowing smile. “If you say so. But are you sure this non-date has nothing to do with the fact that you wanted me to kiss you in the library the other day?”

      Grace blinked. “When did I say that?”

      He grinned. “Sweetheart, you didn’t have to. It’s been seven years, but I can still read you like a book.”

      “I seriously doubt that,” she said, but her eyes told a different story. Like maybe she worried that he was right. “I’m not the same naive, trusting woman I was back then. And don’t call me sweetheart.”

      He shrugged. “Sorry, Gracie. I thought you liked terms of endearment.”

      “But that’s not why you said it. You’re not nearly as charming as you think you are.”

      “But I am charming,” he said, waiting for a kick in the shin.

      She rolled her eyes instead. “I know you think so.”

      “Honey, I know so.”

      * * *

      Back in the Enemy’s Bed is part of the Dynasties: The Newports series— Passion and chaos consume a Chicago real-estate empire.

      Back in the Enemy’s Bed

      Michelle Celmer

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      MICHELLE CELMER is a bestselling author of more than thirty books. When she’s not writing, she likes to spend time with her husband, kids, grandchildren and a menagerie of animals.

      Michelle loves to hear from readers. Like her on Facebook or write her at PO Box 300, Clawson, MI 48017, USA.

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      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

One

Two

Three

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       Five

       Six

       Seven

       Eight

       Nine

       Ten

       Eleven

       Twelve

       Thirteen

       Fourteen

       Fifteen

       Extract

       Copyright

One

      Grace Winchester didn’t get nervous.

      As the youngest of the Winchester daughters, she may have had a privileged and pampered childhood, but as an adult she was no spoiled heiress. She’d worked damned hard building her fashion-design business, and she was a well-known and respected activist for women’s rights. In a world where men dominated, she’d trained herself over the years to believe that there wasn’t anything she couldn’t do.

      Okay, so there was one thing.

      She couldn’t say no to her father.

      The closest thing to royalty in Chicago, Sutton Lazarus Winchester was not the sort of man who took no for an answer. One stern look from those piercing green eyes and people fell in line. But with all the recent scandal surrounding their family, and Sutton’s failing health, lately she could see the worn-away edges on his harsh manner and hoped that he would take pity on her. Just this once, because what he was asking of her was truly her worst nightmare.

      “Daddy, I don’t want to do this.”

      Her father, sitting like a king on his throne at his massive teak desk, in his equally massive office in the Winchester estate, didn’t even look up from the laptop screen. He’d been ill for months, sometimes barely strong enough to climb out of bed. But today was a good day. He even had some color in his hollow cheeks. “We all do things we don’t want to, Princess. It’s called life.”

      She felt herself being reduced to the whining and stubborn adolescent who would stomp her foot and huff when her parents told her no. Which honestly hadn’t been all that often. She was the baby of the family, and with a bat of her ultra-long super-dark lashes most