The Reckless Secret, Complete Series (An Alpha Billionaire In Love BBW Romance) by Alexa Wilder
Authors: Alexa Wilder
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coffee-stained paper put one person squarely in the frame, one person who had the means to make Maggie look guilty of a crime she’d never commit.
The last person who Maggie would ever want to take the fall for this, and the one who’d tear her heart open the most upon learning the truth.
Grant Emerson.
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End of Book One
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Would you like a sneak peek into the second book of The Reckless Secret ?..
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Chapter One
Maggie
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T he marinara sauce bubbled cheerfully in the pan, and the scent of blueberry pie wafted from the oven, the two combining to create a pleasant mix of smells in this sharp, expensive kitchen. Maggie was pretty sure that, until these past couple of days, this oven had never been used for anything resembling home cooking. And it wouldn’t have even had that introduction now, either—except she had nothing else to do with her days. Because the rest of the world worked; the rest of the world had purpose . Not Maggie, though. She didn’t have a job anymore. She didn’t have anything.
It’s just a suspension , she told herself, but the thought drifted vague and indistinct through the gloom of her mind. It didn’t feel like just a short suspension. It felt like the end. And she was hopeless with it.
She couldn’t believe it had come to this. That this was her life now—suspected of stealing drugs from the hospital she worked in as a nurse, tossed out on her ass, accused .
It had taken everything she had not to break down in tears these past few days. But she was determined to stay strong. She refused to let them win. Let Dr. Stevens win.
Strong arms snaked around her waist and hugged her in warmth, and a smile hitched onto her face as she stirred the sauce.
Declan was the one thing going right in her life, and she still got the giddy feeling coiling in her gut every time he touched her, gazed at her—when that smile lit up his eyes, or he looked at her with the now-familiar fiery intensity that made her panties wet.
“Hmm,” he murmured, tucking his face into her neck and tightening his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. “Smells good.” He punctuated the words with a nip at her neck, and she squirmed, electric heat shooting down her spine.
“It’ll be ruined if you keep distracting me…”
“I could get used to this,” he said against her hair, rocking her slightly, “coming home to you in an apron, cooking me up a nice hot meal every night…” At her sharp look over her shoulder, he grinned and added, “Kidding.”
She tutted, smiling despite herself, and went back to stirring the sauce while he nuzzled her hair for a brief moment and hummed under his breath.
“I said I’d cook tonight.”
She sighed, mostly to herself, and said with a voice laced in misery, “You’re doing enough. And I’m…useless.” She wasn’t lying. Declan had been working to dig her out of this mess, and she’d spent the same amount of time holed up in this glittering penthouse, entirely hopeless.
“You’re not useless,” he told her sternly. “You’ve just hit a bump. Just because you’re not working right this second, it doesn’t mean you’re no longer a nurse. An incredible nurse,” he added, giving her a bracing squeeze around the middle.
She huffed and, apologetically, pulled his arms away and stepped out of his hold, reaching for plates as she muttered, “Doesn’t feel that way.”
He didn’t speak for a long moment, and she tensed with uncertainty. They’d been “together”—or whatever this was—for no longer than a week, and she’d filled almost all of that time with her relentless misery. These early weeks should’ve been all about the first flush of romance, of getting to know each other intimately, of breathless, giddy excitement.
And it was like that. It really was. She’d spent every night here since that night, the one that rocked the foundations of her world, and while it hadn’t exactly been a happy time, there was no
The last person who Maggie would ever want to take the fall for this, and the one who’d tear her heart open the most upon learning the truth.
Grant Emerson.
----
End of Book One
----
Would you like a sneak peek into the second book of The Reckless Secret ?..
----
Chapter One
Maggie
----
T he marinara sauce bubbled cheerfully in the pan, and the scent of blueberry pie wafted from the oven, the two combining to create a pleasant mix of smells in this sharp, expensive kitchen. Maggie was pretty sure that, until these past couple of days, this oven had never been used for anything resembling home cooking. And it wouldn’t have even had that introduction now, either—except she had nothing else to do with her days. Because the rest of the world worked; the rest of the world had purpose . Not Maggie, though. She didn’t have a job anymore. She didn’t have anything.
It’s just a suspension , she told herself, but the thought drifted vague and indistinct through the gloom of her mind. It didn’t feel like just a short suspension. It felt like the end. And she was hopeless with it.
She couldn’t believe it had come to this. That this was her life now—suspected of stealing drugs from the hospital she worked in as a nurse, tossed out on her ass, accused .
It had taken everything she had not to break down in tears these past few days. But she was determined to stay strong. She refused to let them win. Let Dr. Stevens win.
Strong arms snaked around her waist and hugged her in warmth, and a smile hitched onto her face as she stirred the sauce.
Declan was the one thing going right in her life, and she still got the giddy feeling coiling in her gut every time he touched her, gazed at her—when that smile lit up his eyes, or he looked at her with the now-familiar fiery intensity that made her panties wet.
“Hmm,” he murmured, tucking his face into her neck and tightening his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. “Smells good.” He punctuated the words with a nip at her neck, and she squirmed, electric heat shooting down her spine.
“It’ll be ruined if you keep distracting me…”
“I could get used to this,” he said against her hair, rocking her slightly, “coming home to you in an apron, cooking me up a nice hot meal every night…” At her sharp look over her shoulder, he grinned and added, “Kidding.”
She tutted, smiling despite herself, and went back to stirring the sauce while he nuzzled her hair for a brief moment and hummed under his breath.
“I said I’d cook tonight.”
She sighed, mostly to herself, and said with a voice laced in misery, “You’re doing enough. And I’m…useless.” She wasn’t lying. Declan had been working to dig her out of this mess, and she’d spent the same amount of time holed up in this glittering penthouse, entirely hopeless.
“You’re not useless,” he told her sternly. “You’ve just hit a bump. Just because you’re not working right this second, it doesn’t mean you’re no longer a nurse. An incredible nurse,” he added, giving her a bracing squeeze around the middle.
She huffed and, apologetically, pulled his arms away and stepped out of his hold, reaching for plates as she muttered, “Doesn’t feel that way.”
He didn’t speak for a long moment, and she tensed with uncertainty. They’d been “together”—or whatever this was—for no longer than a week, and she’d filled almost all of that time with her relentless misery. These early weeks should’ve been all about the first flush of romance, of getting to know each other intimately, of breathless, giddy excitement.
And it was like that. It really was. She’d spent every night here since that night, the one that rocked the foundations of her world, and while it hadn’t exactly been a happy time, there was no
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