Margins
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Master of Secrets
2023
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4.31
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She’s temptation incarnate...Worst idea ever. No matter how stunning she was.After my brother Shane was abducted last year, I’m concentrating on keeping what’s left of my family alive. I will find the bastards who took Shane, and I will gut them.No extra time and energy to get blindsided at a business meeting by Kat Banner, the seductive secretary. Besides, getting anywhere near me puts her in danger, and I won’t do that to a helpless, innocent woman.Thing is, Kat is anything but innocent, or helpless…That arrogant bastard…So, maybe flirting with hot tycoon Ethan Masters wasn’t the smartest move on the first day of my temp job. So irresponsible. I shouldn’t let any guy near the toxic shit-show that was my life just because he’s tall, dark, and mysterious.Then, before I know what’s going on, I’m being yelled at, insulted, and fired, which is bad enough—but the death squad that jumps me and the tycoon in the elevator? That’s over the top, even for me.But Masters fights like a demon. We kick ass together, which is great, until he goes all alpha on me, drags me into his helicopter, and sweeps me off to his luxury lair.I won’t be bought, or shoved around. But soon we’re facing off against brutal enemies and uncontrollable desire…and other feelings we can’t even put into words, not while Death is stalking us. Hell, even if it wasn’t.But the stakes are rising by the minute...and Death is gaining ground…
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Shannon McKenna
Shannon McKenna
Author · 35 books

Also wrote five category romances under the penname Shannon Anderson ::From The Author's Website:: HOW IT ALL BEGAN I started writing my first romance novel in secret. I was working a temp job in an insurance office in Manhattan at the time, and the office manager had made it clear that even if there was nothing to do, I still had to look busy—never one of my big talents. I felt bad about the wasted time, though, and I needed something to round out my other chosen career, which was singing. Yeah, that's right. Most artists choose a more practical Plan B to back up their improbable Plan A. Me? No way. "Long Shot" is my middle name. So I sneakily set up a Document 1 and a Document 2 with a spreadsheet on it. If my Boss du Jour walked by I could quick-like-a-bunny switch screens, and whenever the coast was clear, I went back to my story. Not that I was slacking, mind you. If there was work to be done, I did it. The sneakiness felt familiar, though, because I've been teased about reading romances since I was a kid. I think the day I finally grew up was the day I stopped trying to cover up what I was reading on the bus, train or subway. Let people think whatever they like. It wasn't until I moved to Italy (details of that Long Shot provided later on) that I got serious about writing, though. I found myself with many long, quiet days alone with nothing to do, so I slogged my way bravely to the end of the manuscript and sent it out. Everybody rejected it-except for Kensington. I wrote for them for a few years, and then made a bid for an erotic novella for the new Brava imprint, and oh joy, they accepted it. Then I wrote BEHIND CLOSED DOORS. And so on, and so forth. That's how I started. I can't think of anything I'd rather do. I never knew it would be so scary, and so hard . . . all that solitude and silence, a blank computer screen, and no one to blame. But still. It's worth it. It's great.

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