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He’s put family first for years. Now he wants to be wild.
So his best friend’s little sister is off-limits. Right?
Lachlyn Latimore is the long-lost Ballantyne daughter, but she wants no part of her famous family. Too bad the paparazzi missed the memo. Enter Reame Jepsen, the wealthy security expert who’s vowed to keep his best friend’s sister safe. Even if that means moving in, staying close and giving in to the forbidden...
JOSS WOOD loves books and traveling—especially to the wild places of southern Africa. She has the domestic skills of a potted plant and drinks far too much coffee.
Joss has written for Harlequin KISS, Harlequin Presents and, most recently, the Mills & Boon Desire line. After a career in business, she now writes full-time. Joss is a member of the Romance Writers of America and Romance Writers of South Africa.
Also by Joss Wood
Convenient Cinderella BrideHis Ex’s Well-Kept SecretThe Ballantyne BillionairesThe CEO’s Nanny AffairLittle Secrets: Unexpectedly PregnantOne Night to Forever
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One Night to Forever
Joss Wood
ISBN: 978-1-474-07644-9
ONE NIGHT TO FOREVER
© 2018 Joss Wood
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
Lachlyn Latimore walked into the hallway of what was perhaps the most famous brownstone in Manhattan, possibly the world. Known to New Yorkers as The Den, it was five stories of weathered brick, owned and lived in by multiple generations of the Ballantyne family.
The family she was apparently linked to by DNA.
Lachlyn politely thanked Linc Ballantyne when he took her vintage coat and draped it over the back of a chaise longue chair to the right of the wood and stained glass front door. Lachlyn hoped that he didn’t notice the coat’s frayed pocket or missing button.
Lachlyn folded her arms across her plain white long-sleeved top and resisted the urge to wipe her damp hands on her black skinny jeans. As the newly discovered, illegitimate daughter of Connor Ballantyne, who’d been jeweler to the world’s richest and most powerful people and a Manhattan legend, she had a right to feel intimidated. Connor might have passed years ago but his children were as influential and celebrated as their late father.
Lachlyn darted a glance at the portrait of Connor situated on the wall directly opposite the grand staircase. She’d inherited Connor’s blue eyes, bright blond hair, that straight, fine nose. She had her mom’s tiny build and wide, full mouth but the rest of her was, dammit, pure Ballantyne.
“Thanks for coming over, Lachlyn.