Blood Ties in Chef Voleur

Blood Ties in Chef Voleur
Mallory Kane

BLOOD TIES IN CHEF VOLEURAs the newest member of the Delanceys, Jack Bush isn’t who he claims to be. Eloping with Cara Lynn is the first step for revenge. Gaining access to her family and exposing them – step two. Except falling for Cara wasn’t part of the plan. But once the truth is revealed, every family secret will come crashing down. And no one will escape unscathed…

Something awful had happened—to her.

Someone had hurt her. And they would pay.

Jack caught her by the arms, holding her still against her struggles.

“Look at me,” he said, trying to keep his voice soft and gentle, although inside he felt like bellowing with rage—not at her, but at whomever had caused her to be so hurt and scared.

Fear clouded her face, her breath coming in little sobs, then she strained against his grip. “Let me go,” she said in a quiet, pleading voice.

It took all the willpower he had not to shake her and yell, “It’s Jack. Please. I didn’t do this!” “Cara, it’s me,” he said softly.

“J-Jack?” she stammered. “Jack? Oh …”

She reached for him, and he pulled her close with a sharp inhalation that he would never admit was a sob. “Cara, Cara, shh,” he said. “It’s okay. I’m here. It’s me. Don’t be afraid.”

Blood Ties in

Chef Voleur

Mallory Kane

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

MALLORY KANE has two very good reasons for loving reading and writing. Her mother was a librarian, and taught her to love and respect books as a precious resource. Her father could hold listeners spellbound for hours with his stories. He was always her biggest fan.

She loves romantic suspense with dangerous heroes and dauntless heroines, and enjoys tossing in a bit of her medical knowledge for an extra dose of intrigue. After twenty-five books published, Mallory is still amazed and thrilled that she actually gets to make up stories for a living.

Mallory lives in Tennessee with her computer-genius husband and three exceptionally intelligent cats. She enjoys hearing from readers. You can write her at mallory@mallorykane.com (mailto:mallory@mallorykane.com).

For my family. Blood ties and love together are the strongest. Thank you all. I love you.

And for fans of The Delancey Dynasty.

Your loyalty and love for the Delanceys overwhelms me. Thank you.

Contents

Cover (#ua6efa6e6-de29-53cb-a46e-71ecf258d673)

Introduction (#u7bbb75b0-cb70-52f7-afa1-547430c5655a)

Title Page (#u3e7a0683-59eb-5587-a207-692bf419f016)

About the Author (#ub07f6fac-b7ee-5249-afdc-1f36f600c280)

Dedication (#u7c4c71f6-8173-5010-bc1d-4958b488fbbe)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Epilogue

Extract

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One (#u3f1266f1-b95a-502b-bbee-71f57bfdd89c)

Jack Bush looked at his wife of one month as she lifted her arms above her head to slip on the exquisite pink dress. It slid down over her breasts, past her waist and hips, draping over her slender curves and porcelain skin, and flowed like a thick gleaming river past her ankles to puddle just slightly on the floor.

He tried to swallow but his throat was dry. He felt himself becoming aroused as her palms smoothed the satin. He stepped behind her and rested his hands on top of hers at the curve of her hips.

“Jack, I have to finish dressing.”

“I know,” he murmured as he kissed the little bump at the curve of her shoulder. He pushed the dainty strap away and slid his lips and tongue across to the curve of her neck, feeling triumphant when she took a long breath and angled her head to give him access.

“Isn’t it fashionable to be late?” he asked.

“Not when the party’s for us and it’s at my mother’s house.”

“Ouch,” he said. “Way to deflate the, um...enthusiasm.”