Secrets & Seductions

Morgan didn't consider himself someone who got easily tongue-tied, but Emma's question caught him by surprise.

“My feelings don't matter,” he finally croaked. “Acting on them would be inappropriate, under the circumstances.”

His answer must have pleased her, because her full lips curved into a smile. In response, his own awareness ratcheted up a couple hundred notches. Just what he needed while they were alone in the wilderness.

“I'll take that as a yes,” she drawled, giving him a wink.

While he was still trying to come up with a neutral comment to defuse the shimmering attraction between them, she slipped off her pack.

“Relax, Morgan,” she said teasingly as she strutted away, hips swinging. “I'm not going to jump you.”

Be a part of

Because birthright has its privileges and family ties run deep.

The Children's Connection brought them together…but would her quest for the truth drive them apart?

Morgan Davis:
Morgan didn't trust himself around women, but there was something different about Emma. She was soft, loving, sexy—and the attraction between them was unquestionable. But did she care for him, or was she using him to find the secrets of her past?

Emma Wright:
Emma turned to The Children's Connection for answers, but when handsome Morgan Davis offered her a job, she found much more. Morgan fulfilled her every desire, but she knew he was hiding something—a secret that could change her life forever….

But behind the scenes…

Who was the mysterious mastermind behind the trouble occurring at Portland General?

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

H
ands clenched tightly in her lap, school counselor Emma Wright tried to hide her apprehension behind a confident smile as she faced the Human Resources director. According to the local newspaper, a third of the maintenance staff and half the teachers' aides in the small Oregon school district where Emma worked had already been laid off because of budget cuts.

Emma's stomach had been in a knot ever since Sandra had asked her to come into the office. As the director flipped open the folder containing Emma's records, Emma hoped desperately that the reason for the summons had been to find out whether she could
increase her workload, divide her time among more schools.

“I'm sure you're aware of the cuts we're facing for the new school year,” Sandra said with a rueful expression as her gaze finally met Emma's.

Emma lifted her chin, forcing it not to wobble. “Of course.” She gripped her hands together even more tightly, worried that the time she had missed after her miscarriage would be counted against her. “It's always a disappointment when education's not a priority, isn't it? I'm ready to do everything I can to help.”

What she wanted desperately was to argue her case and to point out how badly the younger children in the district needed her. The other counselor, an older man, had an intimidating manner that seemed to scare them.

“I'm so glad you understand,” Sandra said, her smile giving Emma a boost of reassurance. “Your evaluations have been excellent, so I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding something else.”

For a moment Emma was stunned. “What are you telling me?” she asked through lips that suddenly felt like rubber. A rush of noise, like the sound of a jet engine, filled her head.

“Klaus has been here longer, so the district really has no choice.” Sandra spread her hands wide. “I know you've experienced some personal trouble, but perhaps this will give you a chance to start fresh. I'm
so sorry, but we won't be renewing your contract for the new school year.”

Emma slumped back in her chair, feeling as though she'd been shot. “I see,” she croaked.

Since her divorce, work had been her lifeline. She loved this job. Worse yet, with all the bills she'd been stuck with, her paycheck was a necessity.

Sandra slid back her chair, a signal that the interview was over. Her husband was an attorney in nearby Portland, so she probably didn't even need to work. “Be sure to let me know if there is anything I can do.”

“Thank you.” Emma's reply was automatic as she got to her feet on legs that trembled.

Sandra's bright smile was firmly in place when she circled the desk and opened the door. “Good luck.”

Emma didn't have another “thank you” left in her, so she merely nodded before she walked back through the outer office. At least it was empty, so she didn't have to put on a happy face for the next clueless employee.

How much bad news was one person expected to handle without screaming, she wondered silently as she walked through the summer sunshine to her car? Two miscarriages, a divorce and now this.

When Don walked out, leaving her with a broken heart and a stack of bills, she'd been grateful for supportive parents and a job she enjoyed. In less than a week, she had lost both.