• Home
  • Penny Jordan
  • Rival Attractions & Innocent Secretary...Accidentally Pregnant Page 2

Rival Attractions & Innocent Secretary...Accidentally Pregnant Read online

Page 2


  ‘At the moment, yes, but when this boom is over…’

  ‘When it’s over he’ll probably close up his office and move away again,’ Charlotte told him shortly. ‘After all, from what I’ve heard this office is only going to be one of several.’

  ‘I believe so, yes,’ Paul agreed.

  Charlotte sighed, knowing all that he didn’t want to say. She knew quite well how these modern agencies worked: brash, pushy, promising the earth, persuading people into taking on much larger mortgages than they could afford, and taking a commission on selling the finance to them. That was not the way she did business.

  Paul was speaking again.

  ‘I’m surprised they didn’t approach you with an offer to buy you out.’

  ‘It’s just as well they didn’t. I wouldn’t have sold. Have I signed everything now?’ she asked him, changing the subject. She hated being the object of the concern and almost pity of her friends, who all seemed to assume that she was bound to lose out to the newcomer. She was proud of the way she ran her business—her values might be old-fashioned, but she intended to hold on to them. If the arrival of the newcomer meant that she had to scrap the plans she had been making for expanding, then at least no one but herself knew of those plans.

  ‘I suppose you’re going to the Jameses’ tonight?’ Paul asked when he had checked that she had signed everything.

  Charlotte nodded and grimaced. ‘Yes, but I’m not looking forward to it. I like Adam, but Vanessa isn’t really my type.’

  ‘Nor mine,’ Paul agreed. ‘She’s a bit of a man-eater.’

  Adam and Vanessa James were the local high-fliers. Adam was a quiet, studious man in his late thirties whose innovative skill in the world of computers had led to his establishing a very successful business. They had moved into the area five years ago, buying a large Victorian house on the outskirts of the same village as Charlotte’s father’s house.

  Charlotte had always felt that in some way Vanessa resented her, although she could not see why. By her own lights Vanessa had everything she wanted from life: a wealthy, generous husband, who turned a blind eye to her determined flirtations with other men; a superb home, on which no expense had been spared; two quiet, dull children, who spent most of their time away at boarding school. Add to that the frequent shopping trips to London, their attendance at all the major events of the social calendar, holidays in the Caribbean in winter, and other far-flung exotic and fashionable spots in summer, and it was difficult to understand the resentment that Charlotte always felt emanating from Vanessa. What had she got that Vanessa could possibly envy?

  Vanessa was a small, delicate blonde with a façade of pretty-prettiness that set Charlotte’s own teeth on edge; they were poles apart in every way there was.

  In Vanessa’s shoes, Charlotte doubted that she would have asked her to her dinner party, but Vanessa always made a point of including her in her invitations, and then always put her back up by making derogatory comments either about her single status or what Vanessa liked to call her ‘feminism’.

  Given free choice, Charlotte would not be attending tonight’s dinner party, but she liked Adam and felt sorry for him, and it was the kind of affair that would be bristling with important business contacts. She was attending in her role as local estate agent, that was all, and she would much rather have spent the evening getting some of her paperwork out of the way.

  The car park was almost empty when she returned to her car. She noticed guiltily that the dark blue Jaguar was parked a few spaces away, mercifully without its driver.

  As she drove homewards, perhaps because of Paul’s comments, her mind was on the new estate agency opening up in competition to her. She had told Paul that there was enough business for both of them while the boom lasted, and that she suspected that once it was over the newcomer would close his office and go elsewhere. These new high-powered agencies weren’t interested in local communities and small business, they wanted quick high profits, so in the long term, if she could just survive, she felt she had nothing to fear.

  None the less she did feel slightly uneasy as she drove back to the village. From being bright and unclouded, the future had suddenly become threateningly overcast. As she turned into the long gravel drive to the house, the knowledge that there was no one inside waiting for her, no one with whom she could share the burden of her doubts and fears, depressed her.

  She and her father had not been close, but she did miss him. They had not always agreed, but before his illness had become too much for him, they had been able to discuss the business. She had friends, of course, good ones, but her father’s teaching and her own natural caution inclined her away from discussing her problems with them. She was more used to the role of confidante, that of receiving confidences rather than giving them.

  Her telephone was ringing as she walked into the kitchen. She picked up the receiver, and frowned a little as she recognised the still girlish voice of Sophy Williams.

  Sophy had been widowed tragically six months previously. Her husband had been killed in a road accident. At only twenty-three he had not thought to carry adequate insurance on his own life, and, although their small house was now Sophy’s outright, with two small children to support and no proper income she had no idea how she was going to find the money to run the house and feed and clothe the children and herself. Although she didn’t want to do so, she was beginning to feel she would have to sell her home and move in with her parents.

  Promising to visit her the following day, Charlotte was still frowning as she replaced the receiver.

  Although luckily she had not as yet said anything to Sophy, Charlotte had been considering offering her a part-time job. She could do with an assistant to help her. Sophy’s twins were only three years old, but Sophy’s next-door neighbour in the small row of terraced houses where they lived was a retired school-teacher, who Charlotte suspected would be only too happy to look after the children for her for a small part of each day. It had been her intention to propose to Sophy that she made what outside visits to potential clients were necessary during the hours that Mrs Meachim looked after the twins, and that all her paperwork could then be done from home, so that she was there with the twins for the rest of the day.

  At this stage she could not afford to pay Sophy a great deal, but she would train her properly and, once the twins were at school, she envisaged taking Sophy on on a more full-time basis.

  Sophy was a touchy, proud girl, all too well aware that her parents had not approved of her marrying so young. As she had confided miserably to Charlotte, the only option she seemed to have was to sink her pride, sell the house and move back in with her parents who had grudgingly offered her and the twins a home. Charlotte knew quite well that if Sophy thought for one moment that she was offering her a job out of pity she wouldn’t take it. She had hoped to convince the younger girl that, with the sudden property boom, she desperately needed more help than that provided by Sheila Walsh, who ran the office for her, but now that she was facing competition from another agency Charlotte was not sure that Sophy would be so easy to deceive. She was an intelligent girl.

  Tomorrow Charlotte hoped to dissuade her from putting her house on the market. She knew how much Sophy prized her independence. Her parents’ home was immaculate, and Mrs Sellars was particularly fussy about both the house and the garden. She would not enjoy having a pair of mischievous three-year-olds permanently about the place.

  Sophy had said as much herself, and then added that, despite her own reluctance to accept her parents’ offer, she didn’t see that she had much alternative. She had no mortgage to pay, but no money coming in either. With what she would make on the sale of the house, she would be able to invest money for the twins’ future, and living with her parents she would have very little outgoings.

  Tomorrow, hopefully, Charlotte would be able to persuade her to reconsider, knowing as she did all the doubts Sophy had about moving back with her parents.

  A glance at the kit
chen clock warned Charlotte that it was time for her to go upstairs and get changed.

  The kitchen had changed very little over the years since her mother’s death. In fact, nothing in the house had changed. There had been times when she had tried to persuade her father to redecorate and refurnish, but he had obstinately refused to do so.

  Now the house was hers, she recognised, and, looking around the bleak, dull kitchen, she acknowledged that it was no wonder she found it unappealing to come back to.

  If she were selling it for someone else, she would be forced to tell the owners it had very little buyer appeal, that it might be structurally sound, waterproof and weatherproof, but that it lacked warmth, and the kind of ambience that drew prospective purchasers.

  Her father hadn’t been a wealthy man, but he hadn’t been poor either. Charlotte had been a little surprised to discover how much money she had inherited, quite apart from the business. By rights she ought to sell this house and buy something much smaller, more easily run—something more suitable for a career woman who had very little time to spend on caring for her home.

  She couldn’t sell it in its present unappealing state, she decided grimly, mentally comparing it to the homes of her friends. She had several friends who had performed wonders with houses initially far more unprepossessing than hers. She would have to ask their advice. She certainly didn’t have the time herself to search for fabrics and wall coverings, to engage workmen and choose fitments…

  But she might have, if the new agency took too much of her business. A cold finger of apprehension seemed to touch her spine, a tiny icicle of fear. There was enough business for both of them, surely? She couldn’t let her father down by losing everything he had worked so hard for. Shrugging her disquiet aside, she headed for the stairs, making a mental decision to lose no time in seeking the help of her friends in revamping the house.

  It was almost as though in making that decision she was forcing herself to believe that, despite this newcomer, her own agency would survive. She had to have that belief in herself, she acknowledged wryly as she opened her bedroom door, because there was certainly no one in her life to have that faith in her.

  Disliking her mood of self-pity, she grimaced mockingly at her reflection in the mirror. What was the matter with her? She had looked into a pair of navy-blue eyes and suddenly become aware of the fact that she was a woman and very much alone. Was she going through some sort of emotional crisis? Some sort of watershed? She was perfectly happy with her life the way it was, for goodness’ sake. The owner of the blue eyes was not even the kind of man who appealed to her. He had been too good-looking, for one thing…too assured…too male.

  A tiny shiver touched her, exposing a hidden raw spot of unhealed pain. She was well aware that such a sensual man would never be attracted to a woman like her, that he would not find her feminine and soft enough, that he would be antipathetic to her independence, her staunch determination to be seen as a human being and not a woman.

  No, he was the kind of man who gravitated more naturally to the Vanessas of this world, to the sugar and spice of the softness that in reality cloaked a sharp hardness that was far more dangerous than her own gritty independence. At least she was honest, and made no attempts to conceal what she was.

  The Vanessas of this world pretended to a vulnerability they did not actually possess, using it to pander to the male ego. By rights she ought to despise both them and the men who were stupid enough to fall for their deceit. Angry with herself, she turned away from the mirror and hurried into her bathroom.

  If she was not going to be late, she’d better shower and wash her hair.

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHARLOTTE was late. The Volvo had been reluctant to start. It had originally been her father’s car, and when she had come home, giving up her job and her life in London, she had automatically started using it.

  Somehow or other she had never got round to replacing it, but now she recognised, as she drove skilfully towards the Jameses’ house, that she was going to have to think about doing so.

  She thought enviously about the sleek dark blue Jaguar, and then dismissed this fantasy from her mind. What she needed was something sturdy and sensible, not something glamorous and powerful.

  When she reached the Jameses’ house it was to find the circular drive already packed with parked cars. Under the illumination of the expensive reproduction lights, the lawn looked as smooth and immaculate as a newly laid carpet. The gardens to the rear of the house had, only last summer, been expensively and extensively redesigned by a fashionable London firm; the gravel beneath the Volvo’s wheels had been specially chosen to tone with the stone of the house.

  Charlotte knew all these things because Vanessa always made a point of announcing and describing at great length whatever renovations she was currently engaged in. As she climbed out of the Volvo, Charlotte wondered why it was that she allowed the other woman to needle her so much.

  It was Adam who opened the door to her knock. He gave her a warm smile as she stepped inside, and kissed her on the cheek. Vanessa appeared in the hallway just as he was doing so, her eyes sharpening as they studied the warmth in her husband’s eyes as he welcomed their last guest.

  ‘Charlie. At last. In a rush, were you?’Vanessa asked sweetly as she hurried her into the drawing-room, adding in a light and very audible voice, ‘You must come with me the next time I go to London. I know a couple of places where they specialise in fitting difficult figures.’

  Charlotte knew that her black velvet skirt was out of fashion. She did not have many evening clothes, having limited opportunity to wear them, but Vanessa’s gibe about her appearance had been bitchily unnecessary. She might not have Vanessa’s small, curvaceous femininity, but there was nothing ‘difficult’ about her figure. She was on the thin side, yes, but fitted easily into standard size ten clothes and never had the slightest trouble buying things off the peg, which was probably more than could be said for Vanessa, who seemed to purposely choose clothes which drew attention to her small waist and disproportionately full breasts.

  Charlotte knew it was illogical to suddenly become aware of the fact that her breasts were perhaps a little on the small side; it wasn’t something that had ever particularly bothered her, apart from once or twice during their engagement when Gordon had admiringly commented on the more generous charms of other women, but, illogical or not, she discovered that she was suddenly hunching her shoulders, as though trying to conceal her upper body from any curious glances.

  Irritated with herself, she straightened up. It was idiotic to let Vanessa get to her like this.

  ‘Mind you,’ Vanessa continued maliciously, ‘I suppose you’ll be far too busy to go to London now that the new agency is opening up. I’ve told Adam that we must have this place revalued. We’ve really done everything with it that we can, and I rather fancy something a little larger. With this influx of people from London, we’re bound to get a good price.’

  She gave a complacent laugh which grated on Charlotte’s ears, making her snap acidly, ‘The increase in prices might be good news to you, Vanessa, but you seem to forget that, the moment prices start to increase, it means that young couples down at the bottom of the salary scale are priced out of the market and often forced to move away from an area where they might have lived all their lives. And it doesn’t help when prices are driven up even further by greedy agents, who deliberately foster an upsurge in prices for their own benefit, without thinking about the unhappiness they’re causing. If you really want my opinion, the kind of agent who cold-bloodedly opens up just to cash in on a boom area is quite despicable. They don’t care about the misery they’re going to cause to local people.’

  ‘Well, of course you’re bound to feel resentful,’ Vanessa cooed, plainly delighted by Charlotte’s outburst, and too late Charlotte realised her own stupidity.

  It was too late to recall her words now, she realised, too late to do anything at all, as Vanessa suddenly smiled at someone ov
er Charlotte’s shoulder and said softly, ‘Oliver… there you are. Come and meet Charlotte Spencer, although I’m afraid you won’t get a very warm reception, and I must warn you that Charlotte has the reputation of being something of a man-hater.’ Vanessa gave a light, tinkling laugh that grated on Charlotte’s nerves. ‘She’s just been sounding off about the fact that you’re opening up in competition to her. I don’t think she’s very pleased about it. But then I suppose that’s understandable when you haven’t been used to competition. Personally, I’m all for it.’

  Charlotte struggled to control her anger and her chagrin. She wouldn’t be in the least surprised if Vanessa had deliberately planned this, deliberately inveigled her into that outburst of righteous indignation so that she could make a fool of her, although honesty compelled Charlotte to admit that she had more than ably helped her. Why on earth hadn’t she kept her thoughts to herself? Why allow Vanessa to provoke her? She felt humiliated and embarrassed, and was dreading turning round and facing ‘Oliver’, who, no matter what she might think of his business methods, deserved at least to be treated with the cordiality due to a newcomer to the area.

  Gritting her teeth, she forced a smile to her mouth and turned round.

  The stilted words of apology died on her lips as she found herself confronting the driver of the Jaguar car. Now close up, she saw that his eyes were even more astonishingly dark blue than she had thought, and that at close quarters his maleness was every bit as formidable as she had imagined.

  Uncomfortably she felt heat flood her skin—the heat of embarrassment and confusion. It crawled painfully along her throat and burned her cheekbones. She could almost feel Vanessa’s gloating malice, as the blonde woman placed one dainty hand on the man’s arm and smiled invitingly up at him.

 

    Woman To Wed? Read onlineWoman To Wed?Wanting Read onlineWantingThe Trusting Game (Presents Plus) Read onlineThe Trusting Game (Presents Plus)Too Wise To Wed? Read onlineToo Wise To Wed?Time for Trust Read onlineTime for TrustOut 0f The Night (HQR Presents) Read onlineOut 0f The Night (HQR Presents)Dangerous Interloper (Lessons Learned II Book 8; HQR Presents Classic) Read onlineDangerous Interloper (Lessons Learned II Book 8; HQR Presents Classic)Best Man To Wed? Read onlineBest Man To Wed?They're Wed Again Read onlineThey're Wed AgainOut of the Night Read onlineOut of the NightAn Innocent's Surrender Read onlineAn Innocent's SurrenderMarriage: To Claim His Twins Read onlineMarriage: To Claim His TwinsDeal With the Devil--3 Book Box Set Read onlineDeal With the Devil--3 Book Box SetMatter of Trust Read onlineMatter of TrustVacation with a Commanding Stranger Read onlineVacation with a Commanding StrangerA Savage Adoration Read onlineA Savage AdorationThe Mistress Purchase Read onlineThe Mistress PurchaseReclaimed by the Ruthless Tycoon Read onlineReclaimed by the Ruthless TycoonThe Tycoon's Forbidden Temptation Read onlineThe Tycoon's Forbidden TemptationSinful Nights: The Six-Month MarriageInjured InnocentLoving Read onlineSinful Nights: The Six-Month MarriageInjured InnocentLovingBedding His Virgin Mistress Read onlineBedding His Virgin MistressEscape from Desire Read onlineEscape from DesireClaiming His Shock Heir Read onlineClaiming His Shock HeirStronger than Yearning Read onlineStronger than YearningReturn of the Forbidden Tycoon Read onlineReturn of the Forbidden TycoonMission: Make-Over Read onlineMission: Make-OverThe Garnett Marriage Pact Read onlineThe Garnett Marriage PactWanting His Child Read onlineWanting His ChildA Little Seduction Omnibus Read onlineA Little Seduction OmnibusThe City-Girl Bride Read onlineThe City-Girl BrideCraving Her Boss's Touch Read onlineCraving Her Boss's TouchStarting Over Read onlineStarting OverPhantom Marriage Read onlinePhantom MarriageThe Italian Duke's Virgin Mistress Read onlineThe Italian Duke's Virgin MistressOne Night in His Arms Read onlineOne Night in His ArmsForce of Feeling Read onlineForce of FeelingForbidden Loving Read onlineForbidden LovingFor Better for Worse Read onlineFor Better for WorseSilver Read onlineSilverRival Attractions & Innocent Secretary...Accidentally Pregnant Read onlineRival Attractions & Innocent Secretary...Accidentally PregnantA Bride for His Majesty s Pleasure Read onlineA Bride for His Majesty s PleasureDesire's Captive Read onlineDesire's CaptiveForgotten Passion Read onlineForgotten PassionTaken Over Read onlineTaken OverTaken by the Sheikh Read onlineTaken by the SheikhSicilian Nights Omnibus Read onlineSicilian Nights OmnibusDarker Side Of Desire Read onlineDarker Side Of DesireA Royal Bride at the Sheikh s Command Read onlineA Royal Bride at the Sheikh s CommandThe Ultimate Surrender Read onlineThe Ultimate SurrenderA Reason for Being Read onlineA Reason for BeingA Cure for Love Read onlineA Cure for LoveBought with His Name & the Sicilian's Bought Bride Read onlineBought with His Name & the Sicilian's Bought BrideMarriage Make-Up & an Heir to Bind Them Read onlineMarriage Make-Up & an Heir to Bind ThemBitter Betrayal Read onlineBitter BetrayalCaptive At The Sicilian Billionaire’s Command Read onlineCaptive At The Sicilian Billionaire’s CommandValentine's Night Read onlineValentine's NightThe Convenient Lorimer Wife Read onlineThe Convenient Lorimer WifeReawakened by His Touch Read onlineReawakened by His TouchSubstitute Lover Read onlineSubstitute LoverPassionate Protection Read onlinePassionate ProtectionThe Hidden Years Read onlineThe Hidden YearsSo Close and No Closer Read onlineSo Close and No CloserPassion and the Prince Read onlinePassion and the PrinceVirgin for the Billionaire's Taking Read onlineVirgin for the Billionaire's TakingCruel Legacy Read onlineCruel LegacyPayment in Love Read onlinePayment in LoveThe Wealthy Greek's Contract Wife Read onlineThe Wealthy Greek's Contract WifePenny Jordan Collection: Just One Night Read onlinePenny Jordan Collection: Just One NightPermission to Love Read onlinePermission to LoveBeyond Compare Read onlineBeyond CompareWhen the Magnate Meets His Match Read onlineWhen the Magnate Meets His MatchA Time to Dream Read onlineA Time to DreamChristmas Nights Read onlineChristmas NightsChristmas with Her Billionaire Boss Read onlineChristmas with Her Billionaire BossThe Sheikh's Baby Omnibus Read onlineThe Sheikh's Baby OmnibusThe Tycoon's Virgin Read onlineThe Tycoon's VirginFalcon's Prey Read onlineFalcon's PreyMistress Of Convenience Read onlineMistress Of ConvenienceThe Perfect Father Read onlineThe Perfect FatherStranger from the Past & Proof of Their Sin Read onlineStranger from the Past & Proof of Their SinA Little Revenge Omnibus Read onlineA Little Revenge OmnibusLoving Read onlineLovingLesson to Learn Read onlineLesson to LearnSecond Chance with the Millionaire Read onlineSecond Chance with the MillionairePayment Due Read onlinePayment DueA Secret Disgrace Read onlineA Secret DisgraceConveniently His Omnibus Read onlineConveniently His OmnibusAn Unforgettable Man Read onlineAn Unforgettable ManThe Tycoon She Shouldn't Crave Read onlineThe Tycoon She Shouldn't CravePride & Consequence Omnibus Read onlinePride & Consequence OmnibusThe Dutiful Wife Read onlineThe Dutiful WifeBought With His Name Read onlineBought With His NameThe Friendship Barrier Read onlineThe Friendship BarrierHigh Society Read onlineHigh SocietyThe Price of Royal Duty Read onlineThe Price of Royal DutyA Scandalous Inheritance Read onlineA Scandalous InheritanceAt His Convenience Bundle Read onlineAt His Convenience BundleThe Blackmail Baby Read onlineThe Blackmail BabyPrince of the Desert Read onlinePrince of the DesertA Sudden Engagement & the Sicilian's Surprise Wife Read onlineA Sudden Engagement & the Sicilian's Surprise WifeUnexpected Pleasures Read onlineUnexpected PleasuresLevelling the Score Read onlineLevelling the ScoreSavage Atonement Read onlineSavage AtonementDangerous Interloper Read onlineDangerous InterloperA Passionate Awakening Read onlineA Passionate AwakeningRuthless Passion Read onlineRuthless PassionTime Fuse Read onlineTime FusePast Passion Read onlinePast PassionHer One and Only Read onlineHer One and OnlyThe Innocent's Secret Temptation Read onlineThe Innocent's Secret TemptationA Stormy Spanish Summer Read onlineA Stormy Spanish SummerThe Marriage Demand Read onlineThe Marriage DemandFuture King's Pregnant Mistress Read onlineFuture King's Pregnant MistressUnwanted Wedding Read onlineUnwanted WeddingGiselle's Choice Read onlineGiselle's ChoiceNow or Never Read onlineNow or NeverBlackmailed by the Vengeful Tycoon Read onlineBlackmailed by the Vengeful TycoonLovers Touch Read onlineLovers TouchScandalous Seductions Read onlineScandalous SeductionsThe Power of Vasilii Read onlineThe Power of VasiliiPossessed by the Sheikh Read onlinePossessed by the SheikhIt Happened At Christmas (Anthology) Read onlineIt Happened At Christmas (Anthology)The Perfect Lover Read onlineThe Perfect LoverThe Flawed Marriage Read onlineThe Flawed MarriageThe Greek's Runaway Bride Read onlineThe Greek's Runaway BrideAn Unbroken Marriage Read onlineAn Unbroken MarriageHired by the Playboy Read onlineHired by the PlayboyThe Blackmail Marriage Read onlineThe Blackmail MarriageDaughter of Hassan Read onlineDaughter of HassanCampaign For Loving Read onlineCampaign For LovingThe Boss's Marriage Arrangement Read onlineThe Boss's Marriage ArrangementSeduced by the Powerful Boss Read onlineSeduced by the Powerful BossMarriage Without Love & More Than a Convenient Marriage? Read onlineMarriage Without Love & More Than a Convenient Marriage?Bride in Name Only Read onlineBride in Name OnlyHer Shock Pregnancy Secret Read onlineHer Shock Pregnancy SecretPropositioned in Paradise Read onlinePropositioned in ParadiseThe Only One Read onlineThe Only OneThe Sicilian s Baby Bargain Read onlineThe Sicilian s Baby BargainThe Trusting Game Read onlineThe Trusting GameThe Most Coveted Prize Read onlineThe Most Coveted PrizeOne-Click Buy: September Harlequin Presents Read onlineOne-Click Buy: September Harlequin PresentsIn Her Enemy's Bed Read onlineIn Her Enemy's BedAn Expert Teacher Read onlineAn Expert TeacherA Rekindled Passion Read onlineA Rekindled PassionThe Reluctant Surrender Read onlineThe Reluctant SurrenderShadow Marriage Read onlineShadow MarriageA Scandalous Innocent Read onlineA Scandalous InnocentForbidden Kisses with the Boss Read onlineForbidden Kisses with the BossBound Together by a Baby Read onlineBound Together by a BabySecond-Best Husband Read onlineSecond-Best HusbandResponse Read onlineResponseHis Untouched Bride Read onlineHis Untouched BrideA Kind of Madness Read onlineA Kind of MadnessPast Loving Read onlinePast LovingHis Blackmail Marriage Bargain Read onlineHis Blackmail Marriage BargainFor One Night Read onlineFor One NightLegally His Omnibus Read onlineLegally His OmnibusBack in the Marriage Bed Read onlineBack in the Marriage BedMan-Hater Read onlineMan-Hater