Stealing the Billionaire's Heart

By Melissa Hosack

Nixie Schuler is a jewelry store clerk down on her luck. She is one wrong move away from getting herself fired. Things become grimmer when she accidentally sends the rich, handsome, and famous Nicholas Morgan home without the pricey locket he purchased.

Nixie knows that if she has any chance of keeping her job, she needs to get that locket back into Nick’s possession before anyone realizes it went missing. She devises the scatterbrained plan of breaking into Nick’s home and returning the necklace while he is at a charity event.

Just like most things recently, her plan falls through when Nick catches her in the act. To Nixie’s surprise, even though he believes her to be a thief, Nick doesn’t send her to jail. Instead, he seduces her.

She quickly learns that she can’t keep her hands off of Nick. He is everything she could ever ask for in a man and more. There are two major problems, though. First, he thinks she’s a thief. Secondly, every time she sleeps with him the disastrous events that follow her get worse. Can Nixie survive her bad luck and manage to snag this billionaire’s heart?

Be Warned: anal sex, bondage

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Jul 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9781771304832

Melissa Hosack

Melissa lives near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her husband, Jeremy, and her son, Marshall Frost. Her favorite genre to write is Paranormal Romance.Melissa attended London School of Journalism where she received her certificate in Novel Writing in 2011. She writes a monthly short story column titled Frequent Flyer for a government newsletter.

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ISBN: 978-1-77130-483-2

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STEALING THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEART

Melissa Hosack

Copyright © 2013

Chapter One

Nixie Schuler was running late for the millionth time in her life. Unfortunately, this occasion could quite possibly mean her job. She’d been late one too many times for her boss, Joseph Cartwright.

Joe was a friend of her mother’s, and this usually meant he gave her more slack than he did anyone else, but his patience and generosity were limited. He would usually let her slide time after time, but last week, he kindly let her know he was growing weary of her excuses.

She couldn’t help her tardiness, though. It was beyond her control. She was born clumsy. It was a curse. A pesky little curse that caused her to be late twice last week. The first time, she spilled coffee down the front of her cream-colored sweater, forcing her to turn back home and change her shirt. The second instance, she dropped her car keys back inside her car as she was slamming the door shut, effectively locking herself out. She’d proceeded to spend the next twenty minutes trying to retrieve them.

Today she’d had the pleasure of catching her heel in the grating of the parking garage floor. She struggled, pulled, and fought until––one snapped heel and thirteen minutes later––she was once again running behind schedule.

Now she was sprinting down the crowded city streets barefoot and disheveled. She burst into the small jewelry shop where she worked, her breath coming out in short gasps. She rushed behind the sales counter, dumping her purse to the floor. She didn’t even have time to catch her breath before Joe was at her side.

You’re late, he said unnecessarily.

I know. I’m sorry, she apologized with a pant. It wasn’t my fault.

It’s never your fault, Joe came back. You’ve got the worst luck of anyone I’ve ever known. That doesn’t change the fact that you’re unreliable.

Nixie tried to keep her features from showing how much his words stung. Come on, Joe, she begged. I outsell any of your other employees. I never let you down when I’m here.

When you’re here, he stressed. He let out a weary sigh and ran his hands over his face. I just don’t know what to do with you, Nixie. Your mother…

Nixie rushed in, not wanting him to finish that sentence. I got stuck in a grating! She held up her destroyed shoe. I could have broken my ankle! The damaged heel wobbled comically in the air, summing up her bad morning. I…

The sound of someone’s clearing throat drew attention to the customer who had just entered the store and strolled straight to the counter.

The most gorgeous man Nixie had ever seen in her life stood facing them, a slightly amused grin on his face.

He was the perfect male specimen, the perfect male cliché: tall, dark, and handsome. She would place him at 6’2", and every inch was yummy. He had thin, slender shoulders that her hand itched to caress. His hair was chocolate brown, swept back from his face, the ends brushing the edge of his collar in the back. His deeply tanned face held the most brilliant blue eyes she’d ever seen.

Nixie recognized that face instantly.

He was Nicholas Morgan, one of the wealthiest men in the state, perhaps the country. His grandfather had owned a large chunk of land that just happened to have more oil than they knew what to do with. The oil refinery had been passed on to Nick’s father, and then six months ago to Nick. At twenty-eight, he was probably the richest man his age. And there he was, standing in front of her, staring at her broken heel.

Nixie’s jaw dropped and she gaped at him in shock. She couldn’t get her brain to function. She just stared, gawking at his expensive suit and the perfect body that accompanied it.

Can I interrupt, he asked in a low, smooth voice, or do you need more time to mourn the shoe?

In embarrassment, Nixie let go of the shoe, trying not to cringe when it landed on her toe. She forced a tight smile to her lips, covering up the pain. You can interrupt. She frowned, realizing how that sounded. I mean…it’s no interruption at all.

A hint of a grin crossed that devilishly handsome face. That’s a relief.

Nixie and Joe just stared at him, star struck.

It was when Nick arched his eyebrows questioningly that Nixie’s brain snapped back into function mode. Oh…um…is there…anything I can help you with? she asked, brushing a stray hair away from her face.

Yeah, Nick said slowly, an absolutely charming, full out grin spreading across his face.

Her eyes narrowed at him. He had to be doing that on purpose, shooting her his adorable grin to throw her off.

You can help me with some jewelry, he said teasingly, as if asking what else he could possibly want in a jewelry store.

Nixie stared at him in silence for a moment before letting out a mortifying bark of laughter. I guess so. Trying to save herself, she waved a hand in the air, motioning to the counter between them. We’ve got a wide variety. Is there anything in particular you fancy?

I think I like what’s sitting right in front of my nose,