Focus by Holly Bargo 
n​Enemies to Lovers Billionaire Romance 

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n​Professional photographer Dana Secrest has a secret and doesn’t even know it. When she storms from her best friend’s home on Christmas Eve—not the wisest decision she’s ever made—security contractor Sam Galdicar follows her to save her from her own hot temper and impulsive action. Upon arriving home, Dana discovers her apartment has been ransacked. Then an attempt is made on her life. She doesn’t know who’s trying to kill her or why, but Sam is determined to protect the woman whose eyes don’t need a camera to see the truth. ​n

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Excerpt

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nThe sight of his sweaty, bulging muscles made my mouth water and I swallowed, unwilling to admit I found him attractive … er … yummy. I lied to myself that I admired him as I admired a particularly beautiful sculpture. 
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nMy helper put his hands on me to help me with the correct position. He touched nothing inappropriate, but I felt his thumb swipe the soft inside of my arm a few times. 
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n“I’m Jason, by the way,” he said as I resumed pumping iron again. 
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n“Dana.” 
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n“You a new resident?” 
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n“No. Just visiting.” 
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n“Is he—” he jerked his chin toward Sam who’d realized I was no longer alone and glowered at us “—your boyfriend?”
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n​I snickered. “Hardly.” 
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n“Then you’re—” 
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n“Mine,” Sam snapped as he approached on my other side. 
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nJason grinned at him. “That’s not what she says.” 
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n“She seems to be confused about whose bed she slept in last night.” 
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nMy cheeks burned again at the implication of his words. “Sam!” 
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nHe smiled at me, but fury blazed in his eyes. “Sweetheart, don’t mislead the boy.” 
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nI released my hold on the handlebars and the weights fell with a loud clatter. Leaning forward, I hissed, “Don’t even go there.” 
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n“Hot, hot, hot,” Jason commented under his breath. “She’s a wild one, dude. When you’re finished with her or if you want to share, let me know.” 
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n“Share?” I squeaked in outrage. “Finished with me?” 
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n“I don’t share,” Sam replied, his voice cool. n

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