The Deep End

The Deep End
AM Hartnett

Book 1 in the Carried Away series.A passionate erotic romance perfect for fans of Sylvia Day.“Mr. Taureau, is there anything I can do for you?”For years, the Taureau-Werner building has been Grace's playground. Hot men in suits have provided her with one sinful diversion after another without ever having to leave the thirteenth floor.Grace thinks her secret indulgences are safe, until one late night alone in the office, a call comes through from billionaire recluse: Jacques Alain Taureau. And in Taureau's lonely world, Grace meets a prince with no intention of escaping his secretive retreat by the sea.

THE DEEP END

A. M. Hartnett

Copyright

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Table of Contents

Cover (#u0803cca4-873c-5f7f-920b-b7dd242fc406)

Title Page (#uaaa92773-923d-5bf6-a8a7-478f54e0a17b)

Copyright (#ue5555c9d-a84b-59e2-be6d-27d0e5498d9c)

Chapter One (#u1e26ca6d-1181-5f25-8c01-10db43809692)

Chapter Two (#u05f478e8-3b11-50ec-a7a8-178059e758b0)

Chapter Three (#ufed106ca-7032-58ed-931a-8cd803674a6b)

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Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

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About Mischief (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One (#ulink_f7a1fa2b-bd4d-560c-852d-5b2b081766d7)

‘I’m not used to a woman who takes charge,’ said the man from Philadelphia as he dragged her thong down to her ankles. He raised a brow as she parted her legs. ‘Is this your thing?’

Grace smirked down at him and leaned back. ‘I’m just efficient. We’ve got about a half an hour left before the meeting.’

‘So that gives us, what, fifteen minutes each?’

‘Assuming you’re as good as you claim to be. If you’re really good, you’ll get some extra time for yourself.’

The first thing she had noticed during the meeting yesterday afternoon was that this man talked too much. Her boss, Hugh Caroway, had barely contained his annoyance as again and again the man interjected.

He was supposed to be the one who went home with her the previous night. She liked his green eyes and wide mouth, and found his faint country-boy drawl charming. He was her bonus after a month’s worth of fifteen-hour days and the conversation had flowed freely between them as they joined the others for dinner, but drinks had been on the Taureau-Werner dime. Grace could have sworn Prohibition was still in effect in Pennsylvania, the way the whole visiting team from Breton-Craig drank, and by eleven o’clock her man was completely useless for anything more than a nauseous cab ride back to his hotel.