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The Valentine Retreat

When a weekend getaway offers Megan a glimpse of a new life, little does she realize one false move could end it entirely.

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The Valentine Retreat

Reference: Valentine's Vendetta, 1

When a weekend getaway offers Megan a glimpse of a new life, little does she realize one false move could end it entirely.

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The Valentine Retreat should be the perfect place for Megan to take a mini break from her broken life. She's determined to hide her imperfections and secrets, to allow herself to soak up the opulence and glamour of the hotel for a few days. But she's not the only one at The Valentine Retreat with something to hide.

Jim is struggling with his new job. Working at The Valentine Retreat wasn't even close to what he had in mind as his next career move, but he didn't have much choice in the matter. He needs to keep his head down and make this a success. No one can find out the truth about his life.

Anthony Valentine believes he has everything under control. The Valentine Retreat is running smoothly and he's sure the authorities think his illicit activities are hidden in plain sight at his hotel. They are dead wrong about that.

Megan's arrival at the hotel reveals Valentine's hidden agenda. And the flames of attraction that flicker between Megan and Jim ignite more than their mutual passion as the velvet curtain of deceit that hides Valentine's deepest secrets catches a spark. As it begins to burn, their innermost fears are laid bare and the fire threatens to destroy them all.

The Valentine Retreat is the first in the Valentine Vendetta trilogy.

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Pressing his thighs against the edge of the couch, he took a breath and let his fingers find their way to her skin. He began softly but soon had to increase the intensity of his movements. Her shoulders were tight, almost as rigid as his own.

Jim needed this job, no question, but he found The Valentine Retreat a difficult environment to inhabit. The place screamed opulence. Absolutely everything was available from room service, for a price. One look at the in-house restaurant menu was enough to tell him it wasn’t the kind of place he’d frequent. He’d never had much time for meals with a bigger price tag than portion size. And twenty-five dollars a pop for a Long Island Iced Tea in the bar? The joke wasn’t on the hotel, that was for sure.

If he was being honest, he was a fish out of water in these surroundings. He far preferred the atmosphere in the little diner he’d found a couple of blocks away. All he had to do was to walk inside the Tick Tock to feel his shoulders dropping a good couple of inches, to stop them feeling as if they were welded to his spine. A decent cup of coffee in there, and he was almost himself again.

He worked on unknotting her shoulders, his thumbs pushing in from either side, moving toward her neck. She shifted under his touch, the strands of burnt gold in her ponytail slipping further to one side. He pulled his hands away, concerned she was uncomfortable, that he might be hurting her.

“Your neck is a bit tight,” he said. That was the understatement of the year. “Are you happy for me to carry on?” His voice sounded unnecessarily loud and brash in the quiet calm of the room as he waited for her reply.

Megan eased out a breath before she answered. “Yes.”