Her Baby Secret
QUINN, his lean body clad in supple motor-cycle leathers, strode into the swish foyer of the world-famous magazine Chic.
The glass swing doors closed behind him and, green eyes narrowed, he paused for a moment to get his bearings. Nothing in his attitude hinted at the fact that he knew that had the person he sought known he was there he would undoubtedly have found himself chucked out on his ear!
By nature Quinn was a confident individual--in his experience assurance was far more likely to open doors than an apologetic manner--but he considered this situation called for a extra degree of audacity. The meek might well be going to inherit the earth but Quinn couldn't wait that long--he was a man with a mission!
At any time Quinn had the sort of face that made people look, and then look again, their eyes admiringly drawn to the pleasing arrangement of strong bones and intriguing manly hollows that made his irregular features stand out from the crowd. At that moment his expression--a fairly accurate reflection of his one overriding emotion, determination--drew more second glances than usual.
His steely purpose extended beyond the tight-jawed, ... read full excerpt from: Her Baby Secret ebook
