The Millionaire's Blackmail Bargain
Carmel Rourke strained to hear the footsteps in the bedroom next door, crouched against the cold enamel of the bath and tried not to breathe. Now, if she could just stop her heartbeat sounding like the cannon-fire finale from the 1812 Overture, she might be able to avoid spending Christmas in a prison cell.
How had she ended up hiding in The Ritz hotel bathroom of a complete stranger? And how had her life taken another sharp turn into the toilet without her seeing it coming?
This time, it was all Louisa's stupid fault.
Trust her so-called friend Louisa to come up with a hare-brained scheme that would get Louisa a promotion and probably a Pulitzer Prize, if they pulled it off—and land Mel in jail if they didn't. Never listen to a woman who can eat like a trucker and still fit into a size six. People like that never paid for their crimes. Mel, on the other hand, only had to look at a chocolate bar and it went straight to her hips.
The footsteps from next door stopped. Mel sucked in another breath and held it. She heard the bedsprings give a muffled crunch and then the Ten O'Clock News blared out its signature tune. Blast, now she wouldn't be able to ... read full excerpt from: The Millionaire's Blackmail Bargain ebook
