The Longest Night

The Longest Night
Kathleen O'Reilly

Sexy, single…and stacked. That's how most men in the Windy City would describe the infamous Cassandra Ward. And Cassandra is happy to play along–providing her men follow her rules. No touchy-feely emotions. Just white-hot sex. But when Noah Barclay, heir to the family empire, propositions her at a wedding, he's got more on his mind than a quick fling. He wants her totally and completely.For Noah, Cassandra is the woman of his dreams–literally. In fact, he can't get the image of her dark mane, voluptuous curves or kissable lips out of his head. But her gorgeous body is just the start. He knows Cassandra is in need of some TLC, but will a kiss and one sizzling night, which leave her breathlessly begging for more, be all that it takes to convince her?

“I never joke about sex,” Cassandra declared

Noah didn’t think he joked about sex either, but this took that to a whole other level. “Look, I don’t mind about the condoms and the physical. That’s good thinking, but the rest? It sounds like some sort of business arrangement.”

“It is. Sort of. Sex is definitely business—don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I’ve never believed in masking it with all that lovey-dovey kitsch.”

Noah had never thought of himself as a believer in romantic ideals, but now he felt sort of…insulted. “That lovey-dovey kitsch is the best part of a relationship.” Then he realized what he’d said. “Okay, the sex is good, too.” He noticed she raised her brow at that. “But you can’t just rip out all the other stuff.”

“Yes, I can.”

Noah sighed. “You never compromise? You never make a promise, or ever stay faithful? What about the other rules?”

She shook her head and the dark hair brushed against her full breasts. What she was proposing was a one-night stand. A cheap roll in the hay. Wham, bam, thank you Noah.

Could he do it? How could he not?

Dear Reader,

Well, this is it. The last book in THE BACHELORETTE PACT miniseries. Cassandra’s story. This one required a lot of thinking until I could get everything suited for who she really is. I knew the image that she reflected to the world, but the vulnerabilities, the darker parts that lurked inside her took a while to bring to the surface. Meanwhile the hero, Noah, just showed up right from Day One. He’s the attentive man who’s so smart that he sees through Cass’s bravado from the start. Gotta love a man who’s that bright. And this is their story.

I hope you’ve enjoyed the miniseries. Please write to me and let me know your thoughts at kathleenoreilly@earthlink.net or Kathleen O’Reilly, P.O. Box 312, Nyack, NY 10960.

All the best!

Kathleen O’Reilly

Books by Kathleen O’Reilly

HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION

889—JUST KISS ME

927—ONCE UPON A MATTRESS

* (#litres_trial_promo)967—PILLOW TALK

* (#litres_trial_promo)971—IT SHOULD HAPPEN TO YOU

* (#litres_trial_promo)975—BREAKFAST AT BETHANY’S

HARLEQUIN DUETS

66—A CHRISTMAS CAROL

The Longest Night

Kathleen O’Reilly

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

For my editor, Kathryn Lye.

I couldn’t have done this without you.

Contents

Chapter 1 (#ucfc2a9ab-aa61-5d48-9057-b32c337c8527)

Chapter 2 (#uca63faeb-3d4d-5de8-ac46-19b732108cde)

Chapter 3 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 4 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

1

CASSANDRA WARD studied the subject in the chair, considering the shadows, the facets, and yes, even the flaws. But there was a beauty hidden inside, a beauty waiting to emerge, and now it was up to her, the artist at work, to expose it.

She took a step back, tracing slow circles at her temple while she considered the exact way to begin.

Carefully she adjusted the lights and watched the way the shadows fell. Thinking, analyzing, planning.

Finally it was time. As she smiled at Beth in the mirror, she cracked her knuckles. “You’re going to look fabulous.”

Beth frowned, obliviously not comprehending the talent that was at Cassandra’s disposal. “I don’t want to look like a tramp. I’m getting married today, not heading out for drinks.”

Cassandra rolled her eyes, exquisitely made up in shades of silken taupe and almondine. “Does my makeup ever look trampish?”