Table Of ContentBreakfast by the Sea
A beautiful woman with a checkered past runs a legitimate bed
and breakfast on Jekyll Island. Several young men posing as
cowboys move in Breakfast by the Sea and things become chaotic
right from the start when the oceanfront B&B turns into a
command center for a very determined group of special Super-Op
Forces.
Pursuing a man known as the King of Hearts, five tough operatives
fall fast for a woman they’re supposed to eliminate. When the
team discovers Paige Lambert is in fact the Queen of Hearts, they
can’t ignore their handler’s orders. Is the bed and breakfast owner
destined to die for her past crimes or will she end up under the
protective custody of the men hired to kill her?
Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Suspense, Western/Cowboys
Length: 77,410 words
BREAKFAST BY THE SEA
Destiny Blaine
MENAGE AMOUR
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BREAKFAST BY THE SEA
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DEDICATION
For so many reasons, I dedicate Breakfast by the Sea to my friends
in Jekyll Island, Georgia.
BREAKFAST BY THE SEA
DESTINY BLAINE
Copyright © 2010
Part I
Chapter One
Paige practically danced across the balcony. She pulled a heavy
lounge chair behind her, positioning the chaise close to the timber
banister. The autumn wind danced under her silk gown, catching the
hem with a sudden breeze. Before she caught the material, the
garment covered her face.
Laughing, she sat down and eyed the deserted beach. She looked
to the left and then to her right. A few seagulls scattered, and she
sighed. She couldn’t think of anything she loved more than a sunny
fall morning, except maybe the tranquility of enjoying the new day
without anyone in sight.
Drawing her knees to her chest, she fell against the uncomfortable
patio furniture. While she savored the privacy, she often found
loneliness existed in the most serene settings. Paige always had the
feeling someone was watching her. Jekyll Island’s off-season meant
days, if not weeks, of vacancies. Sometimes, when she went to bed at
night, she became aware of a harrowing fact—no one would hear her
if she ever had a reason to scream.
Rather than revisit her haunted past, Paige closed her eyes and
listened to the waves crashing against one another in turbulent
competition to reach the sandy shore. The peaceful swooshing sound
became louder and louder with the rising high tide. Maybe the ocean
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supplied a sign of things to come. She’d experienced similar mornings
and discovered nature often had a way of providing warning signs.
She glanced at her watch. At eight o’clock, she still had time to go
for a run, but she wouldn’t take the opportunity. She wanted
everything in perfect order by the time her new guests arrived.
The day before, Paige confirmed reservations for five, but her
visitors bought out the place, renting all ten bedrooms. Adam Bales,
the man who booked her bed and breakfast, took time to explain his
reasons. Adam and his friends were a team of professional ropers
taking a hiatus from the rodeo. They needed a place to rest and relax
away from the limelight. Apparently, Mr. Bales had a thick wallet and
a huge ego.
When Mr. Bales secured their reservation, Paige reluctantly
accepted the booking. The past had a way of rearing its ugly head
when too many men occupied her rooms. Plus, Paige was a little
suspicious.
The cowboy securing the reservation made his expectations clear.
He booked her B&B for three months. He wanted confidentiality, for
whatever reason, and promised to pay double her rate upon check-in,
pointing out he would pay for her silence as much as her hospitality.
The locals, he reminded her, would talk if they discovered she was
all alone with five young cowboys. What an assumptive fellow. Paige
couldn’t care less what the island residents thought. Like her, most of
them were transplants, and Paige had few friends there.
Adam Bales acted like he knew a lot about her, but when she
asked him simple questions, such as a request for his mailing address
or phone number, he told her that information was classified. For all
Paige knew, she was expecting the arrival of several assassins.
Her doorbell buzzed in the master suite, and she hurried inside.
She picked up the bedside clock and read the burgundy numbers. The
timekeeper kept right on ticking, clicking off another digit. Thank
God she still had a few hours. She wasn’t quite ready for her new
arrivals and needed every minute in order to properly prepare.
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The doorbell rang once more, followed by a loud knock. Someone
grew quite impatient.
“Coming!” she screamed, snatching a pale pink robe from her
walk-in closet. She rushed down the steps and opened the front door
without peering outside first.
She expected to find Sylvia, the older lady she often hired as the
only outsource she trusted for baked goods. Instead, she discovered a
quite early surprise.
“Paige Lambert?”
“Yes, that’s me,” she replied, quickly tying together the satin sash
around her waist.
A man with bedroom eyes and fashionable facial stubble extended
his hand. “I’m Adam Bales. We spoke on the phone. I believe you’re
expecting us?”
“No, not this early,” she stated flatly. She didn’t like guests who
checked in before three. She stared at one handsome man and then
another, working her gaze among four fellows dressed in cowboy
boots and worn jeans. “I mean, yes, yes, of course.”
What difference did a few hours make? A lot could happen in
between eight and three, not that she thought in terms of seducing a
cowboy, but good Lord, the men standing on her porch made a
woman pay attention.
“Miss Lambert?” Adam said her name again. “May we come in?”
She gulped. “Please do,” she said, stepping out of their way. “I
wasn’t expecting you this early.” So she’d said once already. Forcing
a smile, she quickly added, “Follow me to the study, I need to get
some information.”
“That won’t be necessary,” one of them said. “If you don’t mind,
we’d like to keep this as simple as possible.” The tall cowboy turned
around and reached for something. The young man in the back passed
forward a briefcase. “We’d like to pay for your services in cash, if
you don’t mind.”
She blinked. “You mean the rooms?”
