The Rogue's Fortune. Cat Schield

      

       About the Author

      CAT SCHIELD lives in Minnesota with her daughter, their opiniated Burmese cats and a silly Doberman puppy. Winner of the Romance Writers of America 2010 Golden Heart® for series contemporary romance, when she’s not writing sexy, romantic stories for Mills & Boon Desire, she can be found sailing with friends on the St. Croix River or in more exotic locales like the Caribbean and Europe. You can find out more about her books at www.catschield.net

      The Rogue’s Fortune

      Cat Schield

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      ISBN: 978-1-472-00266-2

      THE ROGUE’S FORTUNE

      © 2012 Harlequin Books S.A.

      Published in Great Britain 2020

      by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

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       Contents

       Cover

About the Author

       Title Page

       Copyright

Note to Readers

       Dedication

One

Two

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       Five

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       Seven

       Eight

       Nine

       Ten

       Eleven

       Twelve

       Thirteen

       About the Publisher

      To my Aunt Sophie

       One

      He sauntered through the well-dressed crowd, bestowing his lazy smile on those who gushed their congratulations. Tall and powerfully built, he’d been ogled by half the women he’d passed. He, in turn, seemed uninterested in the stir he created as he charmed his way through the two hundred guests assembled for the premier wine auction.

      As he scanned the room like a secret service agent, only his penetrating eyes gave away the fact that he wasn’t as relaxed as he appeared.

      Most people wouldn’t have noticed Roark Black was on edge. Most people didn’t have super-sensitive radar for the dangerous types.

      Elizabeth Minerva did.

      “The shrimp is running out!”

      Jolted out of her ruminating by Brenda Stuart, her quick-to-panic “assistant” on this event, Elizabeth ripped her gaze away from the handsome adventurer and skimmed damp palms from her waist to her hips.

      “I just checked and there’s plenty of shrimp left,” Elizabeth told Brenda. Annoyance with herself