Strictly for Hire
Irrepressible Tory struggled to keep her eyes on the road while chauffeuring cool, complex Christopher Kendall. After all, the man was bred to wealth and power, while she worked two jobs just to make ends meet. She'd do well to remember that her Cadillac's intimate cocoon was strictly for hire. Still, her cynical passenger could use a shoulder to lean on, and she was sorely tempted to oblige ....

Take-charge Chris couldn't wait to be back in the driver's seat. But for now an injury held him captive in the plush confines of Tory Morgan's limo, and the rides were becoming entirely too . . . captivating. Bubbly Tory brimmed with kindness and inner beauty. But wasn't beauty merely blinding? And didn't kindness kill?