Little Secrets: Unexpectedly Pregnant. Joss Wood

      

      Will a baby on the way reunite ex-lovers?

      Three years after Tyce Latimore let Sage Ballantyne walk away, they end up back where they started—in bed. Now she’s carrying his child...and there’s no way he’s losing her again.

      Tyce is tempting. Dangerous. Addictive. Sage left him for all the right reasons. But one passionate mistake could reunite her with the world-famous artist for all the wrong ones. A baby on the way ups the ante. So does an explosive secret that threatens their two families and could shatter Sage and Tyce’s precarious reunion...

      “Tyce.”

      Sage called his name again. He lifted his head and looked at her with those intensely dark, pain-filled eyes.

      “Take my offer to walk away. This child will be raised a Ballantyne—no one will ever have to know that he, or she, is yours. I’m giving you permission to forget about this conversation.”

      Something flashed in Tyce’s eyes. Sage tried to ignore him as he stepped up to walk beside her, a silent, brooding, sexy mass of muscle.

      “We’re not done discussing this, Sage,” he said, his voice a low growl.

      “We really are, Tyce.” Sage forced the words through her tight lips. “Don’t contact me again. We are over.”

      “Yeah, you can think that,” Tyce said, standing up. “But you’d be wrong.”

      * * *

      Little Secrets: Unexpectedly Pregnant

      is part of the Little Secrets series:

      Untamed passion, unexpected pregnancy…

      Little Secrets: Unexpectedly Pregnant

      Joss Wood

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      JOSS WOOD loves books and traveling—especially to the wild places of southern Africa. She has the domestic skills of a potted plant and drinks far too much coffee.

      Joss has written for Mills & Boon KISS, Mills & Boon Presents and, most recently, the Mills & Boon Desire line. After a career in business, she now writes full-time. Joss is a member of the Romance Writers of America and Romance Writers of South Africa.

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      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       One

       Two

       Three

       Four

       Five

       Six

       Seven

       Eight

       Nine

       Ten

       Eleven

       Twelve

       Thirteen

       Extract

       Copyright

       One

      “Why does this sculpture make me think of hot, amazing, fantastic sex?”

      Sage Ballantyne looked at the woman she hoped would become her sister-in-law, but didn’t reply to her outrageous statement. Tyce Latimore’s work, whether it was an oil painting or a wood-and-steel sculpture, always elicited a strong reaction. He was one of the best artists of his generation. Of many generations.

      Thank God he was also the only artist of his generation who refused to attend his opening nights. If there had been even the slightest chance he might appear, then Sage would’ve stayed away.

      Sage flicked her eyes over the abstract six-foot-high sculpture. It was unusual and very unlike Tyce’s normally fluid lines.

      “There isn’t a curve in sight but it screams passion and lust,” Piper said.

      Sage’s eyebrows lifted. “I’m not seeing what you are.”

      Piper pulled Sage to stand next to her.

      “Try this perspective,” Piper suggested, her cheeks tinged with pink.

      Sage laughed at Piper’s embarrassment and turned back to look at the sculpture. Actually, from this angle it did look like two people bent over a desk, and Piper was right; when you made that connection you saw the passion in the piece. This sculpture would be a talking point in his reviews. The art critics would wax eloquent about Tyce’s take on human sexuality.

      Sage knew how he felt about sex; he liked it. Often and any way he could get it.

      “But