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Hidden Gems

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2018
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Hidden Gems
Carrie Alexander

A TRUE GEM CONCEALED…"No more bad choices, no more mistakes." High-octane lawyer Marissa Suarez is determined to make that her new personal mantra after drop-kicking her latest manipulative boyfriend to the curb. Why can't she just learn to love the good guys for once–like her best friend (and hottie) Jamie Wilson?When a chance encounter at the airport leaves Marissa in possession of the exotic White Star amulet, she and Jamie are swept under its heady influence…and give in to their hot fantasies. But someone else is interested in Marissa's charm. Someone who will stop at nothing to regain what was lost.

Hidden Gems

Carrie Alexander

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Dear Reader,

Welcome to Book 2 of THE WHITE STAR mini-series, where romantic legend and the battle between good and evil meet the contemporary sizzle of a Blaze® love story. What a treat it’s been for me to work with the group of talented authors and editors who were involved in this project. I’m thrilled you’re sharing the adventure with us!

My story is a light caper with a friends-to-lovers theme. I like a strong heroine, and Marissa Suarez is that: bold, confident and mouthy. Usually I’d match her up with an equally bold hero, but Marissa needed someone to trust. Someone like Jamie Wilson, the “boy next door.” When a powerful amulet comes into their lives, along with threats and danger from all directions, Marissa learns that Jamie has been her hero all along.

Please enjoy their story. You can follow the twists and turns the amulet takes through the subsequent White Star books from Kristin Hardy, Jeanie London, Shannon Hollis and Lori Wilde. Visit my website at www. CarrieAlexander.com for contests, excerpts and more.

Best wishes,

Carrie Alexander

To Jennifer for being in my corner

With thanks to Kathryn for trusting me

with her baby

Table of Contents

Cover (#ubb7c4a9f-b861-5813-88ef-781689baafb1)

Title Page (#u6f5a9b5b-51ca-5ebd-9e33-8ec6a23a0afe)

Dedication (#u71a52380-2cdf-5cc3-b4f4-00004f800bf5)

Chapter One (#ua091e4ad-8f5f-56c7-be81-88f2256b282b)

Chapter Two (#ue4233545-d6b2-5229-80b7-4d47157ca929)

Chapter Three (#ub30004c2-a265-5547-8b47-e6cce554f743)

Chapter Four (#u9bd421ad-c551-5e09-b6e5-c7b6bd847995)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

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)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

1

“I HAVE NOTHING to declare,” Marissa Suarez told the customs agent in a voice like broken glass, “except that my boyfriend’s a swine.”

A snicker rose from the crowded line behind her.

The bored official merely stamped her customs declaration form without looking up. “You can’t bring pork products into the country, ma’am.”

Marissa squinted. “Oh, don’t worry. I left his bacon miles behind.”

Paul Beckwith, forthwith known as Cheating Slime, was still in the Cayman Islands hobnobbing with his clients. If he’d missed Marissa it was only because she wasn’t there to slather sunscreen on his perfectly trapezoid shoulders and back. But any bunny off the beach could handle that duty. Paul would have no objections. When he hadn’t been ditching her for “vital” meetings, he’d been drooling over every pair of bouncing breast implants on Seven Mile beach.

Marissa Suarez was not a woman who put up with that kind of bullshit.

She was, unfortunately, a woman who chose the kind of man who shoveled it.

Every…damn…time.

With a clenched-teeth smile, she took the card from the customs official and tucked it into her passport. She truly had nothing to declare. Returning five days early from a supposedly romantic getaway, she was not only sans boyfriend, but minus the promised toasty tan and post-coital bliss, too.

However, she had acquired a resolution during the flight into JFK: no more bad choices, no more mistakes.

Next time—because, let’s face it, she wasn’t going to swear off men altogether—she would pick a guy who was the antithesis of the handsome, career-driven charmers she usually went for. Someone sweet, tender, laid-back.

So what if she wasn’t sweet, tender or laid-back herself? Opposites were supposed to attract.

New arrivals jostled into the roped-off customs line. A fat woman with a bad sunburn and a floppy hat jarred Marissa’s elbow just as she’d twisted to tuck her official papers into the straw bag hanging off her shoulder.

The documents flew from her hand. When she bent to reach for it, the woman beaned her in the head with a bulging carry-on.
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