Breaking Through

Breaking Through
AM Hartnett

Book 3 of the Carried Away Series.A passionate erotic romance perfect for fans of Sylvia Day.I'm not your type. I should leave, but if I do that I'll drive myself crazy wondering how good to me you can be.Simon Reeve is charming, sly, and a man who can make things happen. But a foray into the dirty world of politics has left him with a tarnished reputation.Sharing the responsibility for her orphaned nephew with a feckless sister and putting her own ambitions on hold, Miranda is barely keeping her head above water. She's never taken a man home before, but there's something about Simon's haunted eyes and easy smile that's irresistible, and once in bed he opens her up to heart-pounding heights she never imagined she'd experience.As they grow closer, two people who thought they knew who they were and where they were going learn to see themselves in each other. For Simon, it means becoming the man Miranda needs him to be. For Miranda, it means realizing she's more woman than her crushing little world has allowed her to be.

Breaking Through

Book Three: A Carried Away Novel

A. M. Hartnett

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Contents

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Title Page (#u12f38560-d30f-5876-875a-f5361b25d07a)

Copyright (#u2d723304-3d07-5560-a380-ceef4a27a318)

Prologue (#ud4c19050-0cac-5139-8e41-1718b0b9edf1)

Chapter One (#u97d0ca40-e657-56fa-86c9-9c5b72fdc8c2)

Chapter Two (#u0a29121d-5519-5776-9668-de1f156c5758)

Chapter Three (#u9d56adc9-99e5-5a38-aabe-5a953160d9b9)

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Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

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Prologue (#ulink_45743cd6-0234-5c80-8804-a9308549f0f0)

The last thing Miranda Hayes expected to find as she popped into the ladies’ room after her shift was a man, let alone a man with his cock in some woman’s mouth.

At first, she simply stood there looking into the mirror with her hands frozen over the taps and stared at the pornographic scene behind her. She’d seen him before in the building. Never here on her floor of Keyes Tower, where she worked fielding calls for an American insurance company, but she’d stood behind him a time or two while waiting in line at the café on the lower level.

Double espresso, she remembered, as she watched him raise his hips off the toilet seat and go deeper into the woman’s mouth, with a carrot and pumpkin-seed muffin, no butter.

She’d always imagined that the tall, blond man drove into the city in an SUV that had plastic toys hidden under the seats and a stick-family decal on the rear windshield. He probably worked in finance and dealt with things like securities or trusts or some other matters Miranda knew nothing about. While he only put in eight hours at the office, he probably told his wife he had to stay late so he could get his dick wet with whatever student intern he’d managed to sweet talk that day. Something to recapture his youth, to ignore the lines deepening on his face and the way his midsection was getting soft.

Whatever his deal was, it was obviously working for him.

With a low moan, he pressed his free hand on the top of the woman’s head. The soles of his shoes squeaked against the floor and the toilet seat rattled as he moved in tune with the roll of the woman’s shoulders.