Focus by Holly Bargo
nEnemies to Lovers Billionaire Romance
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nProfessional 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 n Pre-Order
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Advanced Read Excerpt
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nSam leaned back and took a swallow of coffee. The mug didn’t hide his grin. Setting the mug down, he replied, “You’re easy to rile. It’s fun.”
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nI sighed. “I suppose you have a dossier on me and know pretty much everything about me.”
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n“Of course,” he replied. “I’m extremely good at what I do.”
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n“And so am I,” I retorted. For an insane second, I wished I had my camera so I could capture him: The Arrogant Male at Breakfast. With that square jaw, those twinkling eyes, and that proud expression, he would have made a fortune gracing the covers of romance novels. I could see him doing particularly well garbed in period costume.
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n“Do you have any tattoos?” I asked.
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nHis eyebrows went up, a sign that my question had surprised him. I wanted to preen at the accomplishment. Then his small smile broadened and his gaze turned sultry.
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n“Wanna see them?”
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nI kept my cool demeanor and met his gaze without melting. “There’s a studio in the city that specializes in custom cover art for a couple of the big publishers. If you’re looking for a side gig, you’d do well as a cover model.”
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n“You think I’m handsome?”
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nI huffed. “You know you’re pretty.”
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n“Pretty?” he echoed, looking offended.
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n“Pretty,” I said with a curt nod, pleased to have disconcerted him. He wasn’t the only one who could needle someone. I’d die before admitting that he made Henry Cavill look like a troll.
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n“I don’t need a ‘side gig,’” he muttered under his breath. n
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