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  Intimate Surrender

  Logan's Legacy

  USA TODAY Bestselling Author

  RaeAnne Thayne

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  Published by Silhouette Books

  America's Publisher of Contemporary Romance

  To Linda Kruger, for unwavering support and encouragement.

  Why was he so attracted to her when she wasn't his usual type?

  She wasn't wearing any makeup and her hair was tousled. She had circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and was dressed in a baggy sweater and old jeans.

  But still he wanted her more than he'd ever wanted any woman. All he could think about was the tight, lithe body underneath her clothes and the way she had responded with such fire and heat in his arms three months ago.

  Whenever he tried to concentrate at work, all he could think about was how different things could have been between him and Katie…if he'd known who she really was on that incredible night they'd shared.

  Peter could think of at least a dozen ways to make love to her in every corner of this sprawling ranch house. The possibilities were limited only by his imagination and his stamina, and when it came to Katie Crosby, he had a feeling he would have more than enough of both to go around.

  Maybe being snowbound together would work out in his favor, after all….

  RAEANNE THAYNE

  finds inspiration in the beautiful northern Utah mountains, where she lives with her husband and three children. Her books have won numerous honors, including three RITA® Award nominations from Romance Writers of America and a Career Achievement Award from RT Book Reviews magazine. RaeAnne loves to hear from readers, and can be reached through her Web site at www.raeannethayne.com.

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  Because birthright has its privileges and family ties run deep.

  Two rivals share a passionate night together. Would their love end a thirty-year-old family feud?

  Katie Crosby: After a glorious makeover, she was the belle of the ball. She even shared a kiss with her enemy Peter Logan, which resulted in a steamy night of lovemaking. Now in hiding from the tabloids, Katie realized she had fallen in love.

  Peter Logan: He was Mr. All-Work-And-No-Play until his night with Katie. But she'd disappeared and he had to find her. With luck and a well-timed blizzard, he was in Katie's arms again…and ready to make her a lifetime proposition!

  The Janitor: Charlie Prescott had demons he kept under wraps. And no one in the clinic had any idea just how invested he was in the black-market baby ring. Would the truth come out?

  Because birthright has its privileges and family ties run deep.

  AVAILABLE JUNE 2010

  1.) To Love and Protect by Susan Mallery

  2.) Secrets & Seductions by Pamela Toth

  3.) Royal Affair by Laurie Paige

  4.) For Love and Family by Victoria Pade

  AVAILABLE JULY 2010

  5.) The Bachelor by Marie Ferrarella

  6.) A Precious Gift by Karen Rose Smith

  7.) Child of Her Heart by Cheryl St. John

  8.) Intimate Surrender by RaeAnne Thayne

  AVAILABLE AUGUST 2010

  9.) The Secret Heir by Gina Wilkins

  10.) The Newlyweds by Elizabeth Bevarly

  11.) Right by Her Side by Christie Ridgway

  12.) The Homecoming by Anne Marie Winston

  AVAILABLE SEPTEMBER 2010

  13.) The Greatest Risk by Cara Colter

  14.) What a Man Needs by Patricia Thayer

  15.) Undercover Passion by Raye Morgan

  16.) Royal Seduction by Donna Clayton

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  One

  "We shouldn't go. It's not right to leave you here alone. Not with a storm coming on."

  Margie Taylor's sturdy features creased with worry, and her weathered, capable hand fretted with the handle of her suitcase. With his typical stoicism, her husband, Clint, took it from her and stowed it behind the seat in their king-cab Ford pickup.

  Katie Crosby managed a patient smile, just as if she and Margie hadn't just spent the last three hours circling this same argument more times than a green-broke horse at the end of a lead line. "Don't be silly," she said. "I'll be just fine. I can take care of myself for a few days and you said you'd made arrangements for Darwin Simmons to come over from the Bar S to feed and water the stock. I don't foresee any problems."

  "Still, I don't feel good about leaving you. You know we always try to be here when one of the family comes to Sweetwater."

  "I know how seriously you and Clint take your responsibilities as caretakers of the ranch. You do a wonderful job here but you are certainly entitled to a private life, too."

  Margie looked unconvinced and Katie squeezed her hand. "Your daughter needs you. It's her first baby and she's probably scared to death and needs her mother."

  The bitter irony of her words didn't escape her, but Katie ignored the sudden pang in her chest. "You have to go to Idaho Falls," she went on. "I would feel just horrible if you missed seeing your new grandchild enter the world because of me."

  "Weatherman says that storm is supposed to be a real doozy," Clint spoke up.

  "Then you'd better hurry and get on your way so you aren't caught in it. I'll be fine, I promise."

  "But what if you're stranded out here by yourself?" Margie asked, her forehead furrowed with worry.

  "I won't mind, I promise. I came out from Portland looking for a little peace and quiet. I have plenty of books to read and the kitchen is fully stocked. I don't need anything else. As long as Darwin can take care of the stock, I'll be cozy and warm and snug as can be in the ranch house."

  "I just don't feel right about this."

  "Don't give me another thought. Just focus on Carly and that new grandbaby of yours."

  Between her and Clint, they finally managed to herd Margie into the passenger seat of the truck, though she still looked worried.

  Before they drove away, Clint rolled down the window. "If the power goes out, you'll have to start up the generator," he said gruffly. "Instructions are on the wall next to it."

  "I'll be fine," she said for what seemed like the hundredth time. Through the open window she kissed him on the cheek, enjoying his blush. "Give the little darling a kiss for me, all right? Be safe."

  He finally put the truck in gear and the four-wheel drive tires spit gravel as he headed down the long drive. Katie stood and watched them go while an unusually harsh wind for early March dug icy knuckles into her ribs inside her open canvas ranch coat. Despite her fleece hat, her head was freezing.

  She should be used to this half-naked feeling after nearly three months without the heavy mane of hair she had always worn, but she still felt exposed with her new short, wispy hairstyle.

  A few fluttery snowflakes settled on her skin and the canvas of her coat with deceptive gentleness. They might look lovely now, tiny swirling specks against the pale lavender twilight, but she knew a Wyoming winter storm could turn deadly with warp speed, even in March.

  She had a feeling the weatherman was right about the storm. The air had a heavy, expectant quality to it, and thick dark clouds already concealed the tops of the mountains.

  Katie filled her lungs with cold air that smelled of snow and lifted her face to the gossamer flakes.

  She had always found peace out here and usually loved the
view from the sprawling log-and-stone ranch house with its wide front porch and four gables along the steeply pitched roof. Even in winter, she could gaze for hours at the harsh and wild ring of snow-covered mountains that loomed over the ranch, the neat split-rail fences on either side of the driveway, the long row of bushy pine trees that formed a barrier from the endless Wyoming wind.

  Try as she might, she knew she would find little comfort in the view this time. She was afraid peace would become a rare and elusive commodity in the coming months.

  With a deep sigh, she reached a hand inside her coat and touched the tiny, barely noticeable bulge at her abdomen.

  Just when, exactly, does a woman decide her life has spun completely and irrevocably out of her control? she wondered grimly.

  Katie liked to think she was a fairly together kind of person. Sure, she had her problems. Who didn't? So what if her best friend Carrie compared her to a hermit crab with agoraphobia and her mother still thought she was a fat, homely thirteen-year-old with bad vision and a serious addiction to comfort food?

  She might lack the grace and poise one might expect from an offspring of one of the Northwest's wealthiest families. But besides thick, gooey macaroni and cheese, Katie had always comforted herself with the immutable knowledge that she had something far more important than charm and beauty and a twenty-inch waist.

  She was smart. Off-the-charts smart. She wasn't arrogant about it—it was just a fact of life, like her brown eyes, her streaky brown hair, the tiny heart-shaped mole just above her left eyebrow.

  She might not have grace and poise, but she had graduated summa cum laude from Stanford and become the vice president of research and development of one of the most powerful computer companies in the world. She knew her brother Trent relied on her logic and judgment at Crosby Systems and used her often as a sounding board.

  So how, she wondered now as she gazed at the charcoal clouds gathering force, did she find herself in this predicament? Pregnant and alone and deep in the grip of a major panic attack?

  Two days ago when her OB had confirmed the suspicion she hadn't even dared admit to herself, that panic had virtually paralyzed her. She had told herself the queasiness that had plagued her for several weeks must be some kind of lingering bug, had attributed her missed periods to stress and fatigue.

  Hoping she only needed time away from the high stress of her life, she had come to the ranch, her own personal refuge, to recharge her batteries. After several weeks of telecommuting, the fatigue and the nausea hadn't abated. She returned to Portland for a meeting she couldn't miss and finally decided to see her doctor, who delivered the stunning news.

  She had somehow driven in a numb haze to her condo and had sat in her living room all night long with the curtains drawn and the lights off.

  The next morning she could think of nothing but returning to this haven where she had always felt such safety and solace. Maybe the clean mountain air would help her figure out how to cope with the atomic bomb that had just detonated in her neatly ordered life.

  In the last few days, she'd had more time to get used to the idea that she was going to be a mother in a little over six months but she still didn't have the first idea how to chart out the rest of her life. She had always been one for blueprints and goals and lists, even as a little girl. So how was she supposed to pencil in an unplanned pregnancy at age twenty-eight, especially when her child's father didn't even know her real name?

  She meant what she said to Margie. She was almost glad they had planned to leave for the birth of their new grandchild. As much as she loved the ranch caretakers, they tended to hover over her. Right now she desperately needed solitude—time to ponder and meditate and somehow shape an entirely new life plan for herself, one that included the tiny baby growing inside her.

  One that certainly didn't include the child's father, no matter how much she might wish things could be different.

  Kate shook off the foolish thought. A smart woman could never believe she and her baby's father would ever have more than the one incredible night they had shared.

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  An hour later she had just added another log to the fire in the massive river-rock fireplace of the great room and was settling onto the comfy couch with a mug of hot cocoa and a book she knew she wouldn't be able to concentrate on when she heard the bass rumble of a vehicle approaching.

  What had Margie and Clint forgotten? she wondered. At this rate, they would find themselves stuck out here in the middle of the approaching blizzard.

  A blast of cold air hit her as soon as she hurried to open the door for them. She shivered and saw that in the short time since she had stood in the driveway watching them leave, a half-inch of snow had fallen. The sun had slid behind the mountains and in the pale lavender twilight, she could make out a late-model SUV approaching the house.

  Not Clint and Margie, then. Odd. They hadn't mentioned they were expecting anyone.

  From the entryway, she watched a man climb out of the vehicle and had an impression of lean, muscular strength. She saw only dark wavy hair and a leather aviator jacket, then he turned to face her and the stoneware mug slipped from her clumsy fingers.

  She reached for it just in time to keep the whole thing from gushing out all over the wood floor. Hot cocoa splashed her jeans but she barely registered it. She could focus on only one horrifying realization.

  He had found her!

  She couldn't seem to draw enough breath into her lungs as Peter Logan slammed the door to the SUV and stalked up the porch stairs. The blood rushed away from her oxygen-starved brain and she swayed, fighting a panicked urge to slam the door and shove the heavy hall table across it as a barricade against his anger. It took every ounce of concentration to keep her hands clenched tightly at her sides, not covering the tiny, barely there life growing inside her.

  "Hello, Celeste." Her middle name came out more like a snarl.

  Celeste. The name she'd used the night of the auction gala, when she'd kept her true identity a secret from him.

  "Peter. Th-this is a surprise." She hated the stammer but couldn't seem to help it.

  "I'll just bet it is."

  She couldn't think what to say, could only stare at him as wild memories crowded through her mind of how that tight, angry mouth had once been tender and sensual, had once explored every inch of her skin.

  "Are you going to stand there staring at me all night like I'm the Abominable Snowman come to call, or do you think you might condescend to let me inside?"

  Did she have a choice? If she did, her vote would have been for locking him out on the porch rather than face a confrontation with him. But since she had a pretty good idea that a man like Peter Logan wouldn't let anything as inconsequential as a locked door keep him away, she had no choice but to surrender to the inevitable. She stepped aside.

  "What are you doing here, Peter?"

  "You mean how did I figure out who the hell you really were?"

  Despite her best efforts at control, she shivered at the menace in his tone. "That, too."

  "Don't you read the papers, sweetheart?"

  She stared at him blankly. Across the vast room, she was oddly aware of a log breaking apart in the fireplace with a hiss and crackle. After a moment he yanked a folded newspaper from the inside pocket of his snow-flecked leather jacket and slapped it down on the narrow hall table next to her.

  She eyed it like he'd just let loose a wolverine in the Sweetwater great room. Warily, her pulse skipping with sudden trepidation, Katie picked up the newspaper. It was a copy of the society page of Portland Weekly, the independent tabloid that delighted in poking fun at the city's movers and shakers.

  Her gaze went to the photo first and her already queasy stomach dipped. It was a photo of her and the man now standing before her, both of them in elegant evening wear. Her back—bared in a glittery emerald-colored designer gown she'd borrowed from her best friend—was to the camera, but anybody who saw the picture could clearly identify Peter L
ogan—and could see the two of them were locked in a passionate embrace.

  She had seen it before. The newspaper had run the photo months ago as part of a feature spread of a bachelor auction and charity benefit for Children's Connection, a Portland adoption agency and fertility clinic. The caption had said only something about Peter being photographed in a hot kiss with a mystery woman. When they ran it the first time, she had seen it and thanked her very lucky stars that she hadn't been recognizable.

  Apparently someone had figured it out. The headline above this photo read "Mystery Solved: Crosby, Logan scions put aside famous feud long enough for kiss."

  Oh, no. She drew in a shaky breath. This was bad. Seriously bad. She read on.

  "We first brought you the juicy tidbit a few months ago that Logan Corporation CEO and oh-so-sexy bachelor Peter Logan was caught in a very heated embrace with a mysterious glamour-gal during a chi-chi gala for Children's Connection, a cause the Logan family notably supports. The two of them disappeared together soon after.

  At the time. Logan pointedly refused to answer questions about the object of his affections, but after some digging, Portland Weekly has since learned his snuggle-honey was none other than Katherine Crosby. That's right, of those Crosbys—Logan rivals on and off the corporate battlefield.

  Does their embrace signal an end to the famous feud? Are Portland's own versions of the Hatfield and McCoy clans really ready to kiss and make up?

  Apparently at least two of them are.

  Neither Logan nor Ms. Crosby were available for comment but we'll bring you more about this exciting development as soon as we find out more."

  Her already queasy stomach dipped. Her mother was bound to hear about this; Katie had no doubt whatsoever about that. And when she did, Katie knew Sheila Crosby would rage and carry on for days, accusing her of everything from disloyalty to outright treason.

  Just thinking about the inevitable scene made her shoulders sag with the exhaustion that never seemed far away these days.