Don't Let Him Go (paperback) by Kay Harris

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  • I Want Morrison 1

    Candace Gleason passed the bar, landed a great job, and is making a killer salary—basically, all of her dreams are coming true. Until she’s assigned to keep the boss’s petulant son out of trouble.
    Jack Morrison is the rebellious black sheep of a mighty real estate family. He runs a nonprofit whose mission is to save poor people from evil corporations, like the one his own family owns. He is obnoxious, ridiculously charming, and insanely hot. He is the bane of Candace’s very existence.  
    Sparks fly from the moment they meet.  Candace suddenly has more to worry about than keeping Jack out of jail. She has to keep him out of her heart.

    Rating:  Spicy
    Page Count: 232
    Word Count: 57625   
    978-1-5092-1950-6 Paperback
    978-1-5092-1951-3 Digital


    Only two doors stood up here, one on each end of the hallway. Jack led me to the door on the right. A polished-brass number sixteen hung in the center of it. Jack opened the door and stood aside, gesturing for me to enter.

    The lights were not on, but they weren’t needed. This place captured every morsel of natural light available. I walked into a small foyer. The rest of the apartment spread out to my right. To access the living room, I had to walk through the bright yellow kitchen. Two large windows lit up the tidy space. No dirty dishes lay in the sink, and the pots and pans were organized on a hanging rack above the spotless island.

    Giant windows kept the living room well lit. It, too, was spotless with the exception of a small pile of mail and a paperback book sitting on the coffee table. The overstuffed leather couch and the vintage easy chair called to me to sit on them. But I remained standing.

    I folded my arms across my chest and glared at Jack as he moseyed into the room. “You ambushed me.”

    Jack came to a stop a few feet away and nodded. “I did.”

    “That’s it?” I spread my arms out and leaned forward. My voice rose despite my effort to control it. “That’s all you have to say?”

    “What do you want me to say? You’re smart. You can see what I did back there. I used you for my own gain.”

    “You’re a prick!”

    “I’m not surprised you feel that way. But I am sorry you had to get caught in the crossfire.” He moved to the couch and took a seat in the middle of it, purposefully giving me the high ground.

    He slung his arms over the back of the couch casually, making him look like an arrogant ass. And that is exactly what I thought of him at that moment. So I called him on his supposed apology. “Are you?”

    “Yes, I am. But you’re not innocent, Candie. You put yourself in this position by going to work for Morrison.”

    “It’s Candace!” I shouted, on the edge of insanity.

    He didn’t respond. He just looked at me with that infuriatingly handsome face and waited, an amused look dancing on his face.

    I narrowed my eyes. “John Jr!” I spat.

    He laughed. My blood boiled


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