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For the lunchroom girls.
I miss you.
This book wouldn’t be possible without the support of my friends and family. Thank you, especially
to my friend Zaki Shabazz, an amazing musician with a golden voice of his own.
(Check out his music at
As always, thank you to my husband, Andre, for putting up with my special brand of crazy as I wrote
this book.
When the P.I. she hired to find her father is murdered, Ridley Wells runs to the only person
she trusts, her twin sister, supermodel Raina Winters. But Raina’s out of the country and she needs
a place to hide. So when a handsome man mistakes her for her sister, she gets an idea.
Where better to hide than in plain sight?
Millionaire hit-maker Jackson Alexander is happy to take in his neighbor. Warm, funny and a
little shy, she’s different from his initial impression. The fact that Raina’s beautiful has nothing to
do with it. His heart was buried with his late wife and no woman has ever tempted him to break his
no-strings rule and none have roused the instinct to comfort and protect.
Until now.
And if anyone figures out who the supermodel-next-door really is, she'll need someone to
protect her...
This book contains cloak and dagger intrigue, family drama, brothers fighting,
supermodels with attitude and hot sex between people who can't keep their hands off each other. Just
“YOU DIDN’T BRING your hot-ass sister with you?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Jackson Alexander dodged the punch that came sailing his
way. A chorus of laughter rang out around him as he playacted dodging blows while his friend, Matt
Simmons, growled at him.
“I should give you the ass-kicking you’ve been waiting for since freshman year.”
Matt shoved the side of his lawn chair and Jackson tumbled out. He was laughing so hard by the
time he hit the ground that it barely hurt.
Hanging out with his boys was his new favorite way to spend his weekends. After producing
several platinum albums, suddenly everyone
from the kid who’d sat behind him in high school
English class, to the receptionist at his gym
wanted to be his best friend. Just a year earlier he
wouldn’t have believed the things people would do for a piece of the spotlight. His
friends kept
him sane.
Giving one of them a hard time was just part of the fun.
“Man, you know I’m just messing with you.” Jackson righted his chair and flopped back down.
He kept a healthy distance from Matt though, just in case.
His brother, Nicholas, and their friend, Trent, stifled their laughter when Matt looked at them.
“You know we love Mara. Mainly because she keeps your crazy ass in line. She’s coming to the
barbecue, right? Or is she visiting your parents for Memorial Day weekend?” Nicholas asked. That
was his brother, always the mediator.
They could have passed for twins with their golden brown skin, dark eyes and curly black hair,
but they couldn’t be more different in personality. Nicholas craved excitement whereas, more and
more, Jackson just wanted solitude. It was hard to believe that his playboy brother was actually
twenty-seven, two years older than he was.
Matt took a swig of the beer he held. He rolled it through his palms a few times before
answering. “Ask Trent. He sees more of her these days than I do.”
All eyes swung to Trent. He shrugged but the look in his eyes was like that of a cornered animal.
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