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Knowing
Knowing
Knowing
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Knowing

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Natalie Dane is struggling. Against the advice of friends and family, she embraced selling real estate, a career that's gone nowhere fast. In fact, the owners of her agency have issued an ultimatum: sell the McAdoo House or clear out your office. The problem? The structure in question is over one-hundred-years old, seriously run down, and, according to potential buyers, has an odd feel to it. Enter Simon Grayson, a man with questionable experience in haunted houses and talents no sensible person should trust. Worse, he's clearly oblivious to Nat's figure flaws, an attitude that flatters as much as alarms her. Focused on saving her career and struggling with low self-esteem, she has used her busy days as an excuse to avoid men. Simon, with his easy smile and blatant compliments, could easily break down her emotional barriers. She knows she'd be smart to avoid him. But times are hard, and Natalie is desperate--so desperate that she hires the guy in spite of his charm and good look.

Can Simon work his magic not only on the house, but on the woman trying to sell it? And what will happen when the job is done and it's time for him to ride his Harley into the sunset?

This title is published by Uncial Press and is distributed worldwide by Untreed Reads.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherUntreed Reads
Release dateJan 13, 2012
ISBN9781601741271
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    Knowing - Jael Gates

    http://www.uncialpress.com

    Prologue

    I hate being so needy, I told Simon Grayson, who sat at the other end of his brown leather sofa. It looked as used as his cluttered office. "And this has an ew factor that only makes things worse."

    You're human, Miss Dane. All of us need someone every now and then.

    Under the circumstances, you should probably call me Natalie.

    "All right, Natalie."

    I took a deep breath, still battling the residual humiliation of having just told a complete stranger exactly what my need was. This is beyond embarrassing.

    He grinned, which brought a twinkle to his dark chocolate eyes. I get that all the time.

    No one can know. No. One. It would ruin me on a lot of levels.

    Natalie Marie Dane, what are you thinking? You should be ashamed! I gave myself a mental shake, trying to clear my head. Thanks to twenty-seven years of parental micromanaging and censure, I could too easily imagine Mom's reaction to this, my latest iffy decision. Never mind that I hadn't seen her since college graduation, when I fled Chicago to get a life of my own.

    I'm very discreet, Simon told me. Have to be in this line of work.

    I nodded and continued twisting a strand of my honey-blond hair, something I only did when nervous. Your price seems a little high.

    Simon casually brushed a piece of lint off his jeans, faded to pale blue at the good spots. I saw he wore biker boots in keeping with his Harley-Davidson tee. All he needed was a leather vest or some chaps. Oh, and a bandana do-rag to keep that mop of brown hair from getting more tousled. Trust me. I'm worth it.

    Can you guarantee one-hundred percent satisfaction?

    One-hundred-ten, actually, or your money back.

    That made me laugh. I liked his confidence, not to mention the amazing biceps stretching the sleeves of his T-shirt. And the bonus? His charisma. I also felt an unexplainable connection that I hadn't really expected to feel until after. I abruptly came to a decision and handed that gorgeous hunk of manhood a slip of paper I'd prepared in advance. Meet me at this address at nine tonight.

    He glanced at it, then oh-so-slowly raised his gaze to meet mine, pausing on my good spots as he did. There was plenty to see, unfortunately. At the moment, the term hourglass figure described my body build way too accurately. Definitely looking forward to it.

    Well that makes one of us. I slapped my hand over my mouth. Oops. Did I say that out loud?

    A sexy chuckle was my only answer.

    Chapter One

    I was pacing the grassy front yard of the McAdoo House when I finally heard Simon Grayson's bike roaring down the road. I watched him turn the Harley into the drive, where he killed the powerful engine. The sudden silence deafened me for a second, then I heard the night again--an owl, a cricket, the bark of a distant dog. Friendly sounds of an Ohio autumn at odds with the reason for tonight's tryst. I watched him get off that motorcycle and open one of the saddle bags to take out a backpack. Tossing it over one shoulder, he turned and headed toward

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