Hired by Mr. Right

Nicola Marsh

“You don’t look like the type to indulge in fanciful dreams,” Dylan teased.

“Maybe I prefer to indulge in fanciful dreams at night?”

Spurred on by the urge to match wits with him, Samantha took a sip of her coffee and feigned innocence. “What you do at night is no concern of mine.”

“Would you like it to be?”

Resisting the urge to grin, she said, “Depends. I thought I’d worked enough nights lately. There’s only so much typing, filing and bookkeeping a girl can take.”

“I wasn’t talking about work.”

Nicola Marsh says, “As a girl, I dreamed of being a journalist and traveling the world in search of the next big story. Luckily, I have had the opportunity to travel the world, but my dream to write has never been far from my mind. When I met my own tall, dark and handsome hero, and learned that romance is everything it’s cracked up to be, I finally took the plunge and put pen to paper.

“I live in the south-eastern suburbs of Melbourne with my husband, and a baby on the way. When I’m not writing, I work as a physiotherapist for a vocational rehabilitation company, helping people with disabilities return to the workforce. I also love sharing fine food and wine with friends and family, going to the movies and my favorite—curling up in front of the fire with a good book.”

Books by Nicola Marsh

HARLEQUIN ROMANCE®

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Hired by Mr. Right

Nicola Marsh

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE (#u47af308a-8eae-5666-be97-7d834f8e130a)

CHAPTER TWO (#u420665fc-3037-58fc-8ca0-7a27beac0f8f)

CHAPTER THREE (#u24e87079-ba5a-594d-b4d2-2ab57124410f)

CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ONE

SAMANTHA PIPER needed this job, more than she’d ever needed anything in her entire twenty-five years. OK, so maybe she’d tampered with the truth, changed her surname and taken a crash course in subservience, but it would be worth the price. In fact, she would have done a lot worse to gain employment as Dylan Harmon’s butler.

‘So, what do you think?’ Sam pirouetted in front of her best friend, Ebony.

‘Honestly? I think you’re nuts.’

‘Why? Doesn’t the uniform fit? Does it make my backside look too big?’

Ebony rolled her eyes and snorted. ‘Oh yeah, like anything could make you look huge! Puh-lease!’

Sam sat down on the part of anatomy in question. ‘You’re probably right. I am nuts but this is what I want to do. The least you can do is support me.’

Ebony wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed. ‘Hey, who’s been your biggest fan all these years? And who gave you a crash course in “bowing and scraping, butler-style”? Not to mention a glowing reference.’

Sam smiled. ‘Point taken. Let’s just hope that I remember your tips when it comes to the crunch.’

‘Oh, when’s that? When the dashing Dylan asks you to hold his warmed towel as he steps from a hot shower, water sluicing down his great bod, from his broad shoulders to his—’

‘Stop!’ Sam clamped a hand over her friend’s mouth. ‘If I wasn’t nervous before, now I’m petrified.’

‘Since when has any guy intimidated you? Supergirl Sam, able to leap tall men and their hang-ups in a single bound.’

‘If you’re referring to my archaic father and his cronies, yeah, I can usually handle them. I hope Dylan Harmon proves to be just as easy.’

Ebony chuckled. ‘I’m sure your five hunky brothers would love to hear you describe them as cronies.’

Sam wrinkled her nose. ‘To you, they’re hunks. To me, they’re major pains in the rear end.’

‘Whatever.’ Ebony glanced at her watch. ‘Isn’t it time you left? Wouldn’t want to miss your flight and be late on your first day.’

Sam noted the time on her bedside clock and grimaced.