Sugar Baby

Sugar Baby
Karen Young

Women Who Dare"Karen Young is a spellbinding storyteller…" – Romantic TimesShe could lose her son, after all.Little Danny Woodson witnessed a murder, and now the killer is after him. Claire Woodson will do anything to protect her son. Even if it means living with the enemy. And Mack McMollere, Danny's uncle, is the enemy. The wealthy Louisiana sugar baron is fighting Claire for custody of the boy.Mack–and the powerful McMollere family–swear they can keep Danny safe. But now there's new danger. Danny is fitting in too well with his late father's family. And when she's with Mack, Claire's finding it all too easy to forget that the McMolleres want her son….Exciting and emotional–a compelling new novel from RITA Award winner Karen young, author of The O'Connors trilogy and Having His Baby.Women Who Dare

Table of Contents

Cover Page (#u28313231-9397-55d1-a4ac-e4cbd7ac90f1)

Excerpt (#u7dea2fbd-d3e8-53af-b882-600b4ac67ea6)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR (#u8b18c084-8d67-5859-bd25-c2ef22ae0338)

Title Page (#u7847171b-a4e1-57cd-bd99-8e622ffc4d21)

Dedication (#u6f84392a-3ec9-5d89-a577-1063c50ae5ba)

CHAPTER ONE (#ue7d92d6e-1c6a-5847-a25a-2e09898de8a5)

CHAPTER TWO (#uc66fb887-43ae-53a4-aa46-e9c6b603629a)

CHAPTER THREE (#u08228356-a5ae-5d4e-b916-214a32650be8)

CHAPTER FOUR (#ud4e828d7-4fba-5aa9-8d94-aa3cc426a60b)

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)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

“You planned to steal my son!”

Before Mack could respond, Claire continued. “Don’t deny that the purpose of your lawyer’s visit was to get me to agree to have Danny’s name changed to McMollere. The man rattled on and on about the wonderful heritage Danny has here at Sugarland, about how as Carter’s son, it’s rightfully his. All I have to do is sign on the dotted line and presto! Danny’s a McMollere and everything’s just peachy keen.”

Mack was shaking his head long before she finished. But she paid no attention to him.

“I’ll be out of here just as soon as possible. And I’ll be taking my son with me. My son, Daniel Woodson.”

Mack took a deep breath, obviously coming to a decision. “The problem with Danny’s name was going to resolve itself,” he said. “At least, that’s what I was hoping.”

“How?”

“I was thinking that you’d change Danny’s name to McMollere—if that was your name, too.”

Claire’s heart was suddenly in her throat

“I’m talking…marriage, Claire.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

RITA Award winner Karen Young needs no introduction to Superromance readers. This talented author has published eleven books for the line. Sugar Baby is set in Louisiana, where, until very recently, Karen and her husband lived. The couple has now moved to Jackson, Mississippi, which means Karen—a native Mississippian—has come home. An added bonus is that they’re close to their daughter and her family, including three grandchildren.

Be sure to watch for upcoming tides by Karen Young. This Christmas she appears in Harlequin’s Christmas anthology (Merry Christmas, Baby!) with a short story entitled “It Takes a Miracle.” Then, early in 1998, her first mainstream novel will be published under the MIRA imprint

Sugar Baby

Karen Young

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

To the Ladies of the Club—the Thilbodaux Literary Guild.

Thanks for the memories.

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_118c2f37-8fd5-5d79-ae49-d825953dd2ec)

“POLICE…FREEZE! FREEZE!”

Rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat!

“Officer down! We need backup!”

Rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat!

With her face buried in a hand towel, Claire Woodson froze. Oh, great! Just what she needed. Danny was channel surfing with the remote again. Thanks to the hotel’s free premium channels, she could just imagine what he was watching. Muttering a word she never got to say out loud, she balled up the towel and tossed it in the sink, then with blood in her eye, she marched out of the bathroom.

Her five-year-old son sat cross-legged in front of the TV, his nose no more than a foot from the screen. “Oh, boy, shoot ’im, shoot ’im.”