Natalie Anderson

Secret Affairs: The End of Faking It / Her Secret Fling / The Ultimate Risk


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      Secret Affairs

      The End of Faking It

      Natalie Anderson

      Her Secret Fling

      Sarah Mayberry

      The Ultimate Risk

      Chantelle Shaw

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       About Natalie Anderson

       Dedication

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       Her Secret Fling

       About the Author

       Dedication

       1

       2

       3

       4

       5

       6

       7

       8

       9

       10

       11

       The Ultimate Risk

       About the Author

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       EPILOGUE

       Copyright

       The End of Faking It

      Natalie Anderson

      Possibly the only librarian who got told off herself for talking too much, NATALIE ANDERSON decided writing books might be more fun than shelving them—and, boy, is it that! Especially writing romance—it’s the realisation of a lifetime dream kick-started by many an afternoon spent devouring Grandma’s Mills & Boon® books …

      She lives in New Zealand, with her husband and four gorgeous-but-exhausting children. Swing by her website any time—she’d love to hear from you: www.natalieanderson.com.

      For my awesome daily support structure: Dave, Mum & Soraya.

      You guys helped with the heartache of this one especially. Am so happy to be returning the favour now, Soraya!

       CHAPTER ONE

      ANOTHER two minutes couldn’t possibly matter—late was late and this was too important to leave.

      ‘Come on, Audrey,’ Penny muttered softly. ‘Let’s keep you all healthy, huh?’ She scattered the plant food and put the pack back in the top drawer of the filing cabinet. Then she picked up the jug of water.

      ‘What are you doing?’

      Her fingers flinched and she whirled at the sound of deep, accusing anger. She saw black clothes, big frame, even bigger frown. Striding towards her was a total stranger. A tall, dark, two hundred per cent testosterone-filled male was in her office, late at night. Not Jed the security guard, but a hard edged predator coming straight for her—fast.

      She