Sharon Hartley - The Billionaire's Son

Serve. Protect. Don’t fall in love...

Rookie cop Kelly Jenkins thought that saving a terrified little boy from his abductors was the end of the story. It wasn’t. With the kidnappers on the loose and the child clinging to her as his “mommy,” Kelly is pulled into a world of wealth and privilege.

Arrogant, handsome billionaire Trey Wentworth is the boy’s father, and a pain in her working-class butt. Yet even as the threats against Trey and Kelly mount, attraction blazes between them. Leaving now would place them all in peril. But the longer she stays, the more Kelly risks losing herself—and her heart—in a world where she doesn’t belong.

“This might be a little above and beyond your normal duty...”

Uncomfortable under Trey Wentworth’s scrutiny, Kelly looked out the tinted windows and noted the ferry had pushed away from the dock. Wow. She was on her way to Collins Island. Imagine that. She’d always been curious about the legendary place.

“I apologize if I insulted you by offering you money,” Wentworth said in a low voice. “Please forgive me.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Kelly said. “A hot shower will be more than enough reward.”

“Oh, I think we can do better than that,” he said, and smiled a lazy smile. Somehow a dangerous smile, Kelly thought.

This man was accustomed to getting his own way and doing exactly what he wanted.

Dear Reader,

I’m thrilled about the publication of The Billionaire’s Son, the first book in my new miniseries, The Rookie Files. The Rookie Files will follow the journeys of five rookie cops who meet in police training, become friends, and then learn and grow in their law enforcement careers in Miami-Dade County, Florida. And of course they fall in love!

Kelly Jenkins, the heroine of The Billionaire’s Son, had a rough childhood but fought against the odds to achieve success. A police officer once helped her, and his assistance inspired her to become a cop and provide similar help to others.

When Kelly rescues Jason, the son of sexy billionaire Trey Wentworth, she has little use for the father since he appears to spend most of his time partying. But traumatized Jason clings to Kelly, and she can’t say no to the child. Before she knows what’s happening, she’s living in Wentworth Villa where she solves the mystery of who kidnapped Jason. But she also needs to solve the mysteries of her own heart. How could she fall in love with a man who is her complete opposite?

I hope you enjoy Trey and Kelly’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it! I love to hear from readers. Please visit my website at sharonshartley.com.

Namaste,

Sharon

The Billionaire’s Son

Sharon Hartley

www.millsandboon.co.uk

SHARON HARTLEY is so fascinated by cops and the dangerous people that complicate their world that she attends every citizens’ police academy she can find. Having worked as a court reporter for many years, Sharon plays “what if” on her old cases and comes up with fictional ways to inject them into her stories. After time on the computer creating plots where the bad guys try to hurt the good ones, she calms herself by teaching yoga, plus hiking and birding in the natural world. Sharon lives in St. Petersburg, Florida, with her soul mate, Max, hundreds of orchids and a Jack Russell Terrorist. Please visit her website at sharonshartley.com.

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Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CHAPTER THIRTY

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

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Copyright

CHAPTER ONE

HER STRIDES LONG and sure, Kelly Jenkins picked up her speed as she turned into Peacock Park, confident she was on pace to beat her old time. Jazzed because she hadn’t scored a personal best on her favorite morning run in months—not since she’d entered the police academy—Kelly pushed harder. That was the key to success.

The shade of the public pavilion with its promise of cool water came into view, but she refused to risk a glance down to her wrist chronometer. She might lose a second or two. Patience was another path to success. She’d know within two minutes.

“Mommy!”

As the terrified wail of a small child registered, Kelly turned her head and spotted a young boy running toward her as fast as his little legs could churn. Two men chased him. She slowed her stride just before the child flung his arms around her thighs.

“Mommy,” he sobbed. “Mommy, Mommy.”

Knocked off balance, Kelly windmilled her arms to keep herself from falling and stared down at the boy clutching her as if she were a lifeline, guessing he was about four years old.

Before she could say anything, like “Hey, kid, I’m not your mom,” the two men arrived.

“Sorry, lady,” one of them said, a rough-looking dude who hadn’t shaved in days. Tats covered both forearms, and Kelly recognized the insignia of a local gang, but couldn’t remember which one. Greasy brown hair hung to his shoulders. There was a gun-size bulge in his jeans pocket that worried her.

“I’ll take the kid,” he snarled.

“No,” the boy shrieked, clutching her legs tighter, sharp fingernails digging into her bare thigh. “No! Mommy, no.”

Her cop instincts slamming into gear, Kelly reached down and picked up the child. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

“His name is Jason,” the man said, his voice hard, with an underlying edge of threat. “I’m his father. Hand him over.”

His entire little body trembling violently, Jason buried his face in Kelly’s shoulder, turning away from his “father.”

“This child is terrified of you,” Kelly said.

“Yeah, well, that’s none of your concern, lady. Just give me the kid.”

Kelly hesitated, assessing the two men. The second man was thin and shorter than the so-called father, but she noted a resemblance between the two. Same hair and cheekbones. Maybe brothers. The brother looked like he’d spent several years on the streets while this child was well nourished and wore expensive clothing. Something is wrong here.

“My name is Kelly Jenkins,” she said, “I’m a police officer.”