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Lexis Morgan returned to New Orleans just after Hurricane Katrina devastated the city. Determined to focus on rebuilding her interior decorating business and saving her home, Alex has no time for relationships. She refuses to fall into the same trap that her mother fell into and become involved with a married man. Then, the soon-to-be-married Elliot Walker storms into her life, tempting her to forget the hard lessons she learned as a child.
Businessman Elliot Walker is the youngest, and only adopted, son of a wealthy and prominent New Orleans family. The Walkers’ natural children are models of society and Elliot will do no less. Once his older brother marries, Elliot knows their mother will push him to marry the woman she believes is perfect for him, a high-powered attorney with a thirst for money, power, and sex. With six months to go before his wedding, Elliot hires Alex to redecorate his home. Suddenly, keeping his mother happy by marrying Rachel, a woman he’s beginning to realize he barely knows, isn’t as important as having Alex in his arms. But Rachel intends to have it all, and she’s willing to murder to get it.
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 20, 2013
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
The doorbell jangled, interrupting the tension rising within her. She sagged in relief as another man strolled in and stopped at the two photos of her work she’d been able to salvage and eyed them as if they were specimens under a microscope.
At first glance of the man, her breath whooshed from her lungs. Light brown eyes enhanced the lines of his face. She blinked, finding him the most magnificent male specimen she’d ever seen in her life. His dark hair was cut short and neat, his generous mouth a wicked temptation. Firm, confident strides brought him inches from her. As sleek as a jaguar, muscles strained against his designer, charcoal-gray suit. Alex breathed in his cologne, an exhilarating scent that filled her with euphoria. Tingles coursed down to her toes.
“I was wondrin’ if ya gots a sampla wid lighta wallpapa prints?” the first man asked.
She lifted her brows in surprise at her first customer, his expression now more mocking than threatening. Caught off guard, she faltered. “Wh-what?”
Alex glanced toward the sound of the deep baritone.
“Good afternoon, sir.” She stretched her hand out in greeting. The newcomer’s interruption allowed her to regain a measure of equilibrium. “How may I help you?” Her breathlessness reeked uncertainty. Awareness of this beautiful man curled around her.
The handsome stranger grasped her hand. His big hand with long fingers and trimmed nails closed over her smaller one. A few moments passed as their gazes locked. The same awareness overwhelming her was mirrored in his expression. Clearing his throat, he nodded at their entwined hands, indicating the handshaking should end … which had evolved into handholding.
Alex snatched her hand away.
“I seem to have interrupted your interest in your other customer.” Excitement lurched within her at the husky command of his tone. “I haven’t much time, Miss…?”
“Um, Morgan.” Her heart raced at the spark of eroticism in his smile. “Alexis Morgan, Mr…?”
“Walker,” he completed. “Elliot Walker, CEO and founder of Walker Way.”
“Walker Way, the company that’s becoming a formidable force in the technology industry?”
He grimaced. “As I started to say, Ms. Morgan, I haven’t much time, but I can wait for a few minutes while you complete your transaction with your other customer.”
“No need.” The other man had followed the exchange with interest. “I seed all I need ta … hava nice day.” The doorbells jangled as he exited the shop.
“Good riddance,” she mumbled to the glass door, her anxiety easing. “I’m sorry about that.” A quiver surged through her veins at Elliot Walker’s nearness. “He was a browser. I’m all yours.”
“All mine? Is that so?”
His suggestive tone made her feel attractive and feminine. She brushed off his words, determined to ignore their pull. “How can I help you?”
“Well.” He glanced around the shop. “You don’t seem well equipped enough for what I need.”
“Perhaps you are being presumptuous, Mr. Walker.” The spark between them disintegrated. “You don’t know what I am equipped with until we delve into the particulars of what you need.”
Amusement glimmered in his eyes. The assurance of his stance told Alex he was a man who knew he had arrived and reveled in the fact. She had better show her business savvy because this man could put her back in the race.
“All right, let’s delve into your particulars. What can you do?”
“Decorate and design. You name it. I do it.”
His eyebrows rose. “We are talking about home decorating, aren’t we?”
Exasperation slid through her. Her pulse pounded. “I decorate. Decorate and design rooms. I am licensed and accredited. I hire architects, electricians, plumbers, and whatever other subcontractors are needed to complete the job. Now, what would you have me do? I mean decorate?”
She needed to think before she opened her mouth. He had her babbling. She scanned his left hand and saw no ring. Satisfied, she met his gaze.
“Storm damage renovations of my home have recently been completed, Ms. Morgan, and—”
“Please call me Alex.”
Frowning at the interruption, he continued. “I am going to be married in six months, and I want my home decorated and furnished from ceiling to floor. I’ve moved into the Bayou’s Edge Apartments near Bayou St. John on Moss Street. Except for a bed and desk in a room on the second floor, my house is empty. The kitchen has been outfitted to my specifications, but the rest is yours to do under my consultation. The Times-Picayune and Southern Homes & Mansions Magazine intend to do an exposé of my home to show the determination and progress the citizens of this city have as we restore New Orleans to its former glory…”
She fingered her hair, disappointed by the mention of a fiancée.
“I assume you are equipped to handle such an undertaking?” he murmured.
“Of course I am.” She pushed aside her guilt at the small lie to secure the opportunity of a lifetime. She hadn’t handled such a large job, nor did she have the employees for it. Photo layouts and interviews in a major newspaper and a national magazine? She’d not let this slip through her fingers. “One would think your fiancée would want to direct the decorating of her home?”
“My fiancée is busy. And in matters such as these, Rachel relies on my judgment and accepts my decisions without question. However, she recommended you.”
“Did she?” Alex asked. “What is her last name?”
“Evans. Rachel Evans.”
The name didn’t ring a bell. “I must send her a thank-you note for her referral.”
“Of course.” He glanced at his gold Rolex watch. “I am prepared to sign the contracts and give you a retainer today. If you feel you can handle such a large order, money is no object. You can start next week, which should give you time to get your crew together. I assume that’s one of your criteria since you are the only one I see here.”
“Of course, Mr. Walker. We’ll be ready to start when you are.” She hoped Jade and Ty hadn’t changed their plans about going back to work.
“Fine. Here’s my card.” He handed it to her. Their fingers brushed, and a jolt of electricity sparkled between them again. “You can meet me at my office at ten Monday morning. I have an appointment, but I’ll have a set of keys for you. I intend to meet you at the mansion later that afternoon. Any questions?”
“No, Mr. Walker. If you’ll have a seat, I’ll get the necessary paperwork, and we’ll get down to business.” Alex indicated a chair in front of her desk and seated herself on the other side, the spark of his touch still warming her blood.
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