Kidnapped!

Kidnapped!
Jo Leigh

Told that the only way to save her career is to co-write a book with sexy chauvinist Adam Maxwell, author Becky Stone needs a distraction!Could spending New Year’s Eve in the arms of a seriously stunning stranger be just the thing?

Kidnapped!

Jo Leigh

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

Dear Reader,

This is so politically incorrect it’s embarrassing to admit: I’ve had kidnap fantasies since I was about twelve. I saw a movie back then where a young woman was kidnapped and it set my imagination on fire. I don’t remember the name of the movie, or much else about it, just that there was something about being stolen, being taken away from all I knew that intrigued and excited me.

So it was with great anticipation and a little evil glee that I set about writing Michael and Tate’s story. In so many ways this book is the essence of fantasies that have been with me for years. But it was only as I finished the book that I realised in all my dreams, in all my late-night visions, the outcome was always, always…love.

Come and visit me at www.joleigh.com.

Sweet dreams,

Jo Leigh

JO LEIGH

has written more than thirty books since 1994. She’s a triple RITA® Award finalist, most recently receiving a nomination from the Romance Writers of America for her Blaze® novel, Relentless. She also teaches writing in workshops across the country.

Jo lives in Utah with her wonderful husband and their cute puppy, Jessie. You can chat with her at her website, www.joleigh.com, and don’t forget to check out her daily blog!

To LWW.

Because he’s better than the fantasy.

Table of Contents

Cover (#ue84585a7-545f-5452-bfb6-882a3914158d)

Title Page (#uca7fa231-2020-5170-b367-94f7c279fbca)

About the Author (#u2b2a89ba-8d9d-5ccc-aa07-526d9bfe1fea)

Dedication (#u736421bd-7ed7-5571-87d8-8f506c8df291)

Chapter One (#u92b713e1-fbed-52ec-b606-149057e16c2e)

Chapter Two (#u07e5b9b9-c685-5edd-a180-e45f662a4333)

Chapter Three (#u21495b57-a6be-512c-b6b6-82cd9d431fc4)

Chapter Four (#uca7502b8-addc-57a4-b200-7cc4abca43ce)

Chapter Five (#ub0b777dc-f813-5e42-9b1c-a8b6ba931839)

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)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

1

IT WAS TUESDAY AT one-fifteen in the afternoon, and with the precision of a Swiss watch Tate Baxter’s therapist leaned back in her chair, closed her notebook, smiled, then said, “Is there anything else you’d like to tell me?”

Tate’s response was just as mechanical. “No, Dr. Bay. Nothing to report.”

“Well, I have something I’d like to show you.”

Tate lifted her head. One-fifteen was the end of the session. Dr. Bay never went over. Never. “Oh?”

The doctor flipped her notebook over and pulled out a newspaper article. “Take a look at this,” she said.

Tate took the paper, torn between reading the article and watching Dr. Bay. The therapist, whom Tate had been seeing for almost two years, was clearly excited. That hardly ever happened. In fact, it never had. Not like this. Dr. Bay was a behaviorist, always setting up new challenges and goals for Tate to accomplish between sessions. The outcome never elicited anything but a favorable reaction, no matter the performance. Even when Tate had surpassed her own expectations, the doctor had always been reserved. But now Dr. Bay’s eyes were wide with anticipation and her pale cheeks looked flushed.

Tate glanced down and the headline sent her own pulse racing. Kidnapping For Hire. She looked back at Dr. Bay.

“It’s all right, Tate. Please, read it.”