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you all that Endless in
Love
is
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Bella and I loved writing Endless in Love. And we fell in love with our hero, Dane Harrington, and his beautiful heroine, Cammie Chandler. Actually, I fell in love with Dane when he first popped in to visit us in Unforgettable in Love. You might remember that Dane bought Gideon’s painting. And if you can’t remember the painting, catch up with Captivating in Love!
So here’s a bit more about Dane and Cammie’s endless love story!
A sexy billionaire and the one woman he can’t have…
Dane Harrington is the epitome of power,
wealth, and success. The self-made billionaire is used to getting what he
wants, when he wants it. And he’s well aware he wouldn’t be able to get it all
done without his brilliant personal assistant, Cammie Chandler.
Cammie is smart, beautiful, and fiercely
independent. And before she ever thought she’d work for Dane, the two of them
shared a steamy night full of sensual touches and passionate kisses. But once
he offered her the fantastic position as his personal assistant, they both
agreed the only possible way to make it work was if they remained perfectly
professional. But no matter how hard they’ve both tried, neither of them has
been able to completely forget their one incredible, sexy night together.
When Dane finally admits the only woman he’s ever truly wanted is Cammie, their burning desire becomes too powerful to resist. Can they throw out the rule book that has kept them safe for so long? Or will a love that seems endless be forever doomed?
Ooh, these two make me swoon and so does their love story! Here’s where you can get Endless in Love!
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I’ve got a few bits of news to impart, and at the end of the blog,
look for an excerpt of Chapter One of Endless in Love!
First, I’m running a special contest with a couple of
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And now for your excerpt of Endless in Love!
CHAPTER
ONE
© 2023 Bella Andre & Jennifer Skully
“Now, that’s a lot of pregnant ladies.” Eyes on the women on the
sidelines, Dane Harrington’s sister Ava pulled her glossy, dark red hair into
an elastic band.
Dane couldn’t tell if that was envy in her eyes. Or terror.
Knowing his sister, who was thirty-six and a couple of years younger than him,
it had to be terror. She didn’t flinch in boardrooms, and a ferocious game of
soccer never alarmed her. But babies struck fear into the hearts of all the
Harrington siblings—his two sisters and two brothers.
Golden Gate Park on a Sunday afternoon provided the backdrop for
one such ferocious soccer game. The Mavericks set up the collapsible goal nets
his sister Gabby had brought, and his brothers, Troy and Clay, finished the
chalk lines. Since the lawn wasn’t an official soccer field, they shared it
with kids flying kites, dog owners throwing Frisbees, families enjoying a
picnic, and sunbathers catching rays on the first sunny Sunday anyone had seen
in six weeks.
January had been wet in the San Francisco Bay Area, with storms
hitting hard along the entire West Coast. The rain, thankfully, had let up a
week ago, and now, at the tail end of January, the turf had dried out, making
an impromptu game possible without it turning into a mud bath. Not that Dane
was averse to getting dirty for something important.
And today was important to him.
The Maverick ladies sat in deck chairs on the grassy sidelines,
ready to cheer on their husbands and significant others. And yeah, that was a
lot of pregnant women. Paige Collins was the furthest along, her due date
somewhere around the end of March.
Fernsby, Dane’s butler, who insisted on going everywhere with
Dane, rolled his ubiquitous tea trolley through the gathering, offering his
baked treats and cups of tea.
Dane caught Cammie’s eye, and she gave him a thumbs-up. While her
hair shimmered red-gold in the sunshine, Cammie’s green eyes seemed to sparkle,
something he swore he could see even from this distance. Among the women on the
sidelines, she formed the Harrington cheering section—along with T. Rex, the
long-haired mini dachshund they shared, who’d run to her the moment Dane
unleashed him.
His personal assistant for the last twelve years, Cammie Chandler
was one of the most caring, loyal people he knew. He felt exceptionally
grateful she’d taken time away from her uncle’s bedside in the San Juan
Bautista care home to make the two-hour drive north to Golden Gate Park. Her
uncle suffered with late-stage Alzheimer’s, and Cammie had been on family leave
for the past five months to be with him.
But Dane needed her input on the Mavericks before he moved forward
with his plans. Cammie’s impressions were always spot-on. He thanked his lucky
stars for the day Clyde Westerbourne sent her to him for that job interview
twelve years ago. His work life had been a shambles, with one assistant after
another only making his problems worse. All of twenty-two at the time, Cammie
had saved his work life from catastrophe.
Ava kicked his shin. Thinking about Cammie, he’d missed Will
Franconi kicking the ball and starting the game. Though soccer normally
required at least seven players, there were only five Harringtons. Playing in
teams of five, the Mavericks probably thought they had the advantage since they
could bring in Cal Danniger or Gideon Jones to spell the others—not that Dane
had ever seen an exhausted Maverick.
But they didn’t know Gabby and Ava were the Harringtons’ secret
weapons.
Gabby was right there, taking control of the ball, dribbling it
down the field, even though she could have kicked it to one of her brothers.
But that was Gabby, totally focused on the goal. Youngest of them all at only
thirty, she was blond like their mother, while all the males of the family were
dark-haired. Ava, with her red locks, was a throwback to their grandfather.
Both his sisters were holy terrors on the soccer field. And super
competitive. Even he found their ruthlessness shocking. They could steal the
ball out from under you in a split second. Of all the Harringtons, they were
the fastest and wiliest. Soccer wasn’t about brute strength. It was about
agility and strategy. And they were both excellent tacticians.
Gabby swiftly passed the ball to Ava, just as Matt Tremont made
his move, going in for the steal. But he pulled up short, mystified to find the
ball no longer there.
Dane and his siblings had played soccer with Gabby since she’d
joined her middle school soccer team in the Bay Area, then had gone on to play
all through high school. The family had used the game as a way to deal with
their parents’ deaths in an avalanche while skiing in the French Alps. The
blows had continued when they’d learned their parents had squandered their
fortune, racking up huge debts. Soccer practice helped them blow off steam and
kept the family from imploding. Dane had spent his entire adult life keeping
his brothers and sisters together. They were all his best friends, the ones he
turned to, counted on, be it critical middle-of-the-night calls or just goofing
around.
But now they’d all found their own paths and were doing damn well.
Even if each of them had yet to find a partner—or, hell, even a serious
relationship. And at thirty-eight years old, his life had become about
business, his resorts, and expansion.
His team—his family—moved the soccer ball rapidly down the field
toward the Mavericks’ goal net. While Clay played goalie, Troy and Ava kicked
the ball back and forth, but soon Gabby would move in for the kill. Cal and
Gideon yelled instructions from the sidelines while Matt, along with Evan
Collins, tried vainly to steal the ball. They hadn’t a clue it was no use.
Gabby went for the goal. Sebastian Montgomery dove for the ball
before it made it into the net, his fingers falling an inch short.
Of course one of his sisters scored first. Dane high-fived his
teammates, while the Mavericks stomped the grass like angry stallions.
They were an equally competitive bunch, one of the many reasons
they interested him. Since that New Year’s Eve gala at Dane’s Napa resort, the
Mavericks and Harringtons had been feeling each other out over one-on-one
lunches, drinks, or dinners. All the proceeds from the fundraiser had gone to
benefit Lean on Us, Gideon’s foundation for veterans and foster kids. Dane had
worked with Cal Danniger and Lyssa Spencer extensively on the holiday gala,
getting to know them well. As he learned more about the Mavericks, he
discovered a synergy between them he couldn’t quite explain. And he envied it.
A couple of days ago, Will Franconi had called him, saying they
should all talk.
Dane had suggested the soccer game.
“Sounds perfect,” Will said. “Afterward, we’ll grab a pint in the
city and talk.” After a beat, he added, “We feel there’s great potential in
working some business ventures with all of you.”
Dane thought the same thing. His family agreed. The Mavericks
would complement everything his sisters and brothers brought to the table.
They got in position for the Mavericks’ turn at the ball. Now
they’d had a taste of the Harringtons, the Mavericks would be on guard and not
as easy to beat.
Dane went for the steal right under Evan’s nose. But the man saw
him coming, and the ball whirled out of his reach to Matt, who dribbled it down
the field. Yeah, the Mavericks were now playing tough.
He’d first met the Mavericks when he anonymously purchased a
Miguel Fernando Correa painting from Gideon. The famous artist’s work had come
into Gideon’s hands through an army comrade. After remaining unknown for
generations, the painting was now worth millions. Instead of exploiting the
windfall, Gideon had used the proceeds to start his nonprofit foundation.
Of course, Dane had heard of the Mavericks long before that. Who
hadn’t? When Lyssa and Cal came to London with the intention of hitting him up
for a donation, he’d revealed the Correa painting upstairs in his study. And
told them of his desire to help the foundation in any way he could. He’d
brought in more donations and offered his resort for the gala fundraiser Lyssa
planned.
But it was Cammie who’d first seen the magic in the painting,
encouraging him to bid on it. He’d upped the bid until there was no doubt the
amazing work of art would be his. After he’d enjoyed the painting in his London
townhome for a few months, it was now making the rounds of galleries and
museums worldwide. Cammie had set up the tour from her uncle’s bedside.
His gaze drifted once more to her on the sidelines. She watched
the game as avidly as the Maverick ladies, all of them shouting encouragement
as their men kicked the ball between them, moving it swiftly down the field,
neither Gabby nor Ava able to check their momentum.
If Cammie hadn’t pointed out the Correa painting to him, Dane
would never have connected with the Mavericks.
She amazed him with her dedication. She’d taken care of her uncle
for years after he was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s. Seven years ago,
the disease progressed to the point that she’d had to put him in a memory care
facility. He’d lived far longer than most Alzheimer’s patients. A few months
ago, however, it became clear he was close to the end of his journey. Dane had
insisted Cammie take family leave when he found her sleeping at her desk. The
only person who could calm her uncle, she’d been traveling back and forth to
the care home several times a week. But caring for him and managing her job at
the same time was affecting her health.
After the last months without Cammie, Dane’s life was again in a
shambles. Which was why he was so glad to have her here today, though he knew
how hard it was for her to leave her uncle. She was more than Dane’s personal
assistant. She was as important to him as his family. She kept him on track.
She was right on about ventures he should go for and schemes he should avoid,
seconding his gut feelings. She was smart. She was diligent. And so efficient
there’d never been a single hiccup in his work life. Until she left. Even with
the temps who’d taken her place, he was barely hanging on. Not that he’d tell
her. Her place was by her uncle’s side right now.
Except today, when Dane needed her.
The ball thwacked him in the head. He hadn’t even realized he’d
stopped running. Or that Gabby had gone for another steal. But Matt stole it
back. On her feet, his wife, Ari, punched her fist in the air, screaming at
Matt to go all the way.
The sidelines erupted with cheers when the Mavericks kicked the
ball into the corner of the net despite Clay’s dive.
Almost lost among the women on the sidelines, Cammie jumped up and
down on the grass, waving her hands, throwing out catcalls. Because she was all
for the Harringtons. Always had been. Always would be.
That was his girl Friday.
***
The tied game roused all the passions on the sidelines, everyone
shouting hurrahs for the Mavericks, who’d just put in Gideon and Cal to replace
Evan and Daniel.
Lyssa Spencer, her dark curls shining in the sunlight, turned to
Cammie. “Dane’s sisters are crazy good.” Even her eyes, a chocolate brown like
her brother Daniel’s, seemed to smile.
Having taken her seat again, Cammie ran her fingers through Rex’s
fur as he climbed once more into her lap. Ava and Gabby were the Harringtons’
surprise advantage. “They’re pretty good.”
Letting out a big laugh, Lyssa gushed, “They’re out of this world.
They could go pro. I mean, my brothers are no slouches.” She put a hand on her
belly. “And look at Cal out there. He’s crushing it.” The pure love on Lyssa’s
face made Cammie’s heart stutter. Cal Danniger, the Mavericks’ business
manager, though quite a few years older than Lyssa’s twenty-six, was still
extremely attractive and fit, with a hint of silver in his dark hair.
At more than three months pregnant, Lyssa wore that special
motherhood glow. Dane had mentioned that Cal and Lyssa had postponed their
wedding until after the baby came in July.
Kelsey Collins, Evan’s younger sister, nudged Lyssa’s arm. “And
let me tell you, those Harrington men are no slouches either.” She winked,
adding a swoony note to her tone. “Talk about tall, dark, and handsome.”
The Harrington brothers were definitely a handsome lot—all over
six feet, with thick, dark hair and blue eyes that seemed to see everything
inside you. At least, Dane’s gaze did. Once, long ago, Troy had asked her out.
Naturally, she’d turned him down. Working for Dane, it would have been awkward,
even if she’d been interested. She was fairly certain Dane had read Troy the
riot act for trying to poach one of his employees. He’d even apologized for
Troy’s harassment, though Cammie had scoffed at his use of that word. Troy had
asked, she’d said no, they’d both been fine, end of story. Clay, of course, had
never even thought about dating her. They might be drop-dead gorgeous like
their older brother, but no way did she need that kind of complication.
But she certainly wasn’t blind. They were all drop-dead
gorgeous. Especially Dane. Not that she actually looked.
“I really thought you would date him, Lyssa.” Kelsey waggled her
eyebrows. “He’s such a hottie, with all that thick hair a woman would just die
to run her fingers through.” She kneaded the air with her fingers like a cat.
“Especially after that trip you made to his London townhouse.”
Lyssa’s gaze rested on Cal, adoration in her eyes as she said,
“Dane’s London house is stunning, filled with furniture and artwork that should
be in a museum.” She ignored Kelsey’s insinuations about Dane and pointed to
Fernsby. “And the house came with its very own British butler.”
Fernsby, now busily passing out his baked treats, had been with
Dane for years, long before Dane bought the townhouse in the fashionable London
borough of Chelsea. Cammie always suspected that baking was how Fernsby showed
his love, though you certainly couldn’t tell from his manner. With the ageless
face of a person who neither smiled nor frowned, he could be anywhere from
forty to sixty. Wearing his ever-present stern expression, and with his tall
frame and cultured voice, he was the epitome of the loyal manservant, always at
Dane’s side no matter where, be it the London house, the manor in the English
countryside, the Pebble Beach estate, the San Francisco flat, or even the small
Caribbean island Dane owned.
But Kelsey didn’t let the subject go. “Come on, Lyssa, don’t tell
me you didn’t think about a little—” She fluffed her ponytail of tawny
blond-streaked hair and grinned instead of saying exactly what. “—for just a
moment during that first meeting with Dane in his fabulous London home.”
Hands on her baby bump, Lyssa’s gaze fastened on Cal as he
masterfully controlled the ball. “You know Cal was always the man for me.” Her
eyes reflected the dreamy note in her voice. And she nudged Kelsey. “You’re the
one who should date Dane. He’s perfect for you.”
Kelsey visibly shuddered. “No way. He’s too rich, powerful, and
handsome. I want someone I don’t have to compete with.”
Cammie liked the outspoken Kelsey. From Dane, Cammie had learned
that Kelsey and her twin brother, Tony—who couldn’t make it today—had appeared
in their older brother’s life only a year ago. Evan had known nothing about the
twins, his mother having left when he was only nine years old. But he’d
apparently welcomed them all with open arms, his birth mother included. Cammie
was sure there had to be a major story there.
On the field, Dane stole the ball from Cal, and the Maverick
ladies erupted once more. Of course, Cammie jumped to her feet cheering. Rex,
accidentally dumped on the ground, barked his joy, too, then abruptly ran off
to beg Fernsby for a treat.
Kelsey had said she didn’t want someone too rich, powerful, or
handsome. But she’d forgotten one adjective—perfect. The things Kelsey said
about Dane didn’t bother Cammie. She wasn’t proprietary about her boss. She
certainly wasn’t jealous. She was just a little uncomfortable with Kelsey
talking about Dane as if he were a prize piece of beef. Even if he was. Cammie
had done her best not to notice that over the years she’d worked for him. She’d
had her uncle to think of, who’d relied on her so long she couldn’t remember a
time when he hadn’t. And she’d always been there for him.
But even if she had absolutely no designs on Dane—their working
relationship was too important—she liked the way he’d introduced her today, not
just as his assistant, but adding, “I can’t do anything without her.”
With all the jeering from the Maverick ladies, Cammie cheered the
Harringtons. Staid Fernsby, incapable of even cracking a smile, certainly
couldn’t do it.
Cammie punched the air. “You go, Dane. Crush those Mavericks.”
Suddenly, she was the target of all the Maverick females, battle
light in their eyes, ready to squash the opposition.
Until Kelsey laughed loudly. Then they all doubled over, laughing
in near hysteria.
Lyssa held her baby bump. Ari Tremont and Rosie hugged each other,
both women as far along in their pregnancies as Lyssa. Paige Collins, Evan’s
wife, had to sit. There wasn’t a more polite way to say it: She was huge,
beautifully pregnant with twins, and due in a couple of months.
Wistfulness fell over Cammie, even as she wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. They were all so happy. And their children would be so close in age. The two boys, Matt’s son, Noah, and Rosie’s son, Jorge, both almost seven, were dying to be big brothers. One huge happy family, they were wonderful to watch.
And the burst of laughter they’d all shared made Cammie long to be one of them.
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