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Dedication

This book is dedicated to Ray White. You are one of the kindest, hardest-working people I know. I love what a strong man you are, and how much you give to the world. You have helped me so much, and I appreciate it more than you could imagine, even if I don’t say it often enough. Thank you! May you find your very own Ari soon, because any woman who can have you for the rest of her life is truly blessed.

Note from the Author

I wanted to share with you all something of the way in which I come up with a story. Sixty percent of the story is from research, imagination, and thoughts that won’t go away. Thirty percent comes from personal experience, some greatly embellished for dramatic effect. (Sadly, a scene in Canada with my friend left on the dance floor and trapped in a hot crowd of men was true. I did leave poor Stephy out there, but, luckily, she survived.) The remaining ten percent of my inspiration rises up while I sit on the deck at night and think about the nature around me.

Recently, when my husband and I were enjoying a cup of coffee during a family vacation, a spectacular storm flashed in the sky. I turned to him and said, “I need to write a love scene in which the characters make love during a great storm. I haven’t done it yet.” He said, “Oh, yes, outside in the rain.” We were in Orlando, Florida, and the rain was amazingly warm. And my thoughts started to pour in, like the rain. I said, “And a waterfall! We need a waterfall!” That is how quickly one scene in this book came up.

A lot of hopeful authors, new authors, and friends ask me why I write romance. My answer? Romance is all around us. It’s beautiful, it’s compelling, and it will never die. Since I started writing full time three years ago, I haven’t been able to stop. I pray to my Heavenly Father daily that this gift won’t ever be taken from me; it’s the most joyful experience of my life. I struggle with sleep at night because I lie in bed and even in the comfort of my husband’s arms my mind refuses to shut down. Many times I’ve jumped from bed and rushed to my computer because an idea won’t go away.

Why romance? Because we all need to dream. We all need to spread our wings. We all need to push for what we deserve in life. Thank you all for your support, and thank you for the joy you’ve brought to me and my family these last couple of years. I hope I can continue to entertain you with my dreams and visions in the years to come.

Melody Anne

Books by Melody Anne

BILLIONAIRE BACHELORS

*The Billionaire Wins the Game

*The Billionaire’s Dance

*The Billionaire Falls

*The Billionaire’s Marriage Proposal

*Blackmailing the Billionaire

*Runaway Heiress

*The Billionaire’s Final Stand

*Unexpected Treasure

*Hidden Treasure – Coming Soon

*Priceless Treasure – Coming Soon

*Unrealized Treasure – Coming Soon

*Wanted Treasure– Coming Soon

BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE

+The Tycoon’s Revenge

+The Tycoon’s Vacation

+The Tycoon’s Proposal

+The Tycoon’s Secret

+The Lost Tycoon – Coming Soon

RISE OF THE DARK ANGEL

-Midnight Fire – Rise of the Dark Angel – Book One

-Midnight Moon – Rise of the Dark Angel – Book Two

-Midnight Storm – Rise of the Dark Angel – Book Three

-Midnight Eclipse – Rise of the Dark Angel – Book Four – Coming Soon

Surrender

=Surrender – Book One

=Submit – Book Two

=Seduced – Book Three

=Scorched – Book Four – Nov 2013

Prologue

“My, my, how the tables have turned.”

“I swear, by all that’s holy, that if you don’t wipe that smart-assed smirk off your face, I will pound you to a bloody pulp!” Rafe thundered as he looked at his best friend, Shane.

“Wow. Aren’t you cranky? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?” Shane wasn’t the least bit intimidated by Rafe’s outburst. Of course, part of that could be because his best friend was securely behind bars.

“Yeah, you’ve had your fun, Shane. Now pay the damned bail and get me the hell out of here!”

“I don’t know if I can afford it, since this is the second time in two months…”

“Shut up, Shane! This isn’t the time to be a jackass. They won’t let me pay the bail myself, and I want to go home!”

“Maybe if you stopped picking fights at clubs, you wouldn’t get locked up,” Shane said as he came closer to the bars.

Rafe’s hand snaked through the opening and grabbed hold of Shane’s shirt in