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A Very Private Merger

A Very Private Merger, June 2012
by Day Leclaire

Harlequin Desire
Featuring: Jack Sinclair; Nikki Thomas
192 pages
ISBN: 0373731752
EAN: 9780373731756
Kindle: B007JJXAHA
Paperback / e-Book
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"An illegitimate son with a vendetta for being left out gains his rightful place and his true love."

Fresh Fiction Review

A Very Private Merger
Day Leclaire

Reviewed by Kay Quintin
Posted June 10, 2012

Romance Series | Romance

Successful CEO of Carolina Shipping, Jack Sinclair, has always been plagued by his illegitimacy. His mother Angela was his father's mistress. Jack as the oldest son and never acknowledged by Reginald Kincaid, fought his way up to success to prove his worth.

Always on the outside looking in, Jack vowed to take over The Kincaid Group when his murdered father left 45% of the company to him, 45% to his 5 half sisters and brothers and 10% to an unknown. Being bitter at the denial of his birthright, Jack finds himself at the top of the list of his father's murderer with overwhelming evidence to support the accusation.

Attending the Read & Write Bachelor Auction, the luscious and vivacious Vikki Thomas buys a dinner and one wish for $1,000 for Jack. For four (4) months now they have been an item. Falling head over heels in love with Jack, Vikki keeps hidden the one thing she fears will tear them apart.

Agreeing to help Jack find the real killer, Vikki 's first passion is to unite Jack and the Kincaid siblings as a true family. Sensuality and sizzling sex between the two fire up with the investigation as well as in the hot tub. Floating skimpy tops and bottoms accompanied by steamy sex in foamy hot water sets the fireworks exploding. Revealing the true murderer may be the element to keep Jack on the outside forever. Learning who has the other 10% may also be the end of the amazing relationship Jack and Vikki share.

Jack is a virile powerful man with a vendetta that has grown from infancy. Learning Vikki's secret blows him out of the water. Again, he feels he is the underdog. Vikki's character is truly smart and wonderfully warm. I was completely drawn into A VERY PRIVATE MERGER and could not wait to sort through all the different paths that this tale could take.

Day Leclaire has written everything the average woman dreams of; hot sex with a powerful, rich man and acceptance in the world of success. A VERY PRIVATE MERGERS is not the first I have read from Day Leclaire and it certainly won't be the last!

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Winner-take-all business tycoon Jack Sinclair is on the hunt to get what's his: a slice of competing shipping empire The Kincaid Group. As the illegitimate and ignored heir, his reward has been a long time coming. And he has sexy, brilliant Nikki Thomas by his side to help make it happen. Right?

Not exactly. Nikki is a corporate investigator on the Kincaids' payroll, so her loyalty is more than a little divided. Her hidden agenda is enough to make Jack want to walk away. But passion offers a second chance—until another truth is revealed that could tear them apart for good.


Son of a bitch!

Jack Sinclair stood on the sidewalk outside The Kincaid Group building and watched Nikki Thomas, his soon-to-be-former lover, give Elizabeth Kincaid a hug before heading into the Kincaid complex. As far as he was concerned, it was the ultimate betrayal.

Puzzle pieces he didn't even realize he was missing dropped into place in that instant. She worked for TKG, there was no other explanation. All this time—three amazing months together, an affair unlike any he'd experienced before, one that teetered on the brink of becoming something solid and permanent—and she'd been using him. Setting him up. Working for the enemy. He took a deep breath and reached for the cool, calm poise he'd spent a lifetime cultivating. He found it…but just barely.

There could be some other explanation for that hug, his few remaining shreds of rational thought insisted. Since Nikki had purchased him at the Read and Write bachelor auction, an affair held at Lily Kincaid's home and attended by half of Charleston's elite, she could have met Elizabeth there. Or through a woman's club they had in common. Maybe Elizabeth and Nikki's mother were friends. They were all part of Charleston high society. No doubt they'd met at some event or another.

It could be just that simple.

Not only that, but Jack had asked Nikki in her role as corporate investigator to find out who owned stock in The Kincaid Group, specifically who owned the key ten percent not controlled by him or the Kincaids. Perhaps she was here on a fact-finding trip. All perfectly innocuous.

Well, there was an easy way to find out. He pulled out his cell phone and touched the screen to access TKG's main phone number. The receptionist answered on the second ring. "The Kincaid Group. How may I direct your call?"

"Connect me with Nikki Thomas, please."

The woman hesitated. "Nikki? Nikki Thomas?"

"She's your corporate investigator. She said I could reach her through this number."

"Oh. Certainly. One moment, please."

He disconnected the call and swore long and hard, his momentary hope for an innocuous explanation sweeping away like the wish for summer in the face of a frigid Arctic nor'easter. He'd known from the start that she was a corporate investigator, but her claim of confidentiality had kept him from asking key questions. Now she'd answer every last one of them.

He headed for the TKG building, driven by something so deep and primal and basic he couldn't put a name to it. He just knew it led to Nikki. To a confrontation with the woman who'd pushed through doors of intimacy he'd spent years barring and locking.

The woman who'd soon regret ever screwing him over.

Jack didn't waste any further time. He crossed the street, oblivious to the busy traffic. His entire focus remained on the four-story building in front of him and the woman who worked there. He'd been inside TKG several times over the past five months for meetings with his father's sons and daughters—the "Legitimates," as he referred to them. No doubt they referred to him as the "Bastard," a nickname he'd earned on more than one front.

He approached the reception desk. The woman seated behind the wide sweep of finely crafted wood took one look at him and snatched up the phone. He reached over the counter and disconnected the call without the least compunction. No doubt she had standing orders to alert one of the Kincaids whenever he appeared. He'd have done the same in their place.

"You know who I am?" he asked, his voice deadly soft.

She nodded mutely.

"Excellent. Then you also know I own a sizable portion of this company." He gestured for her to return the receiver to the cradle. "Nikki Thomas. Where?"

She'd picked up on his anger and intense concern flickered across her face. "What's your business with Ms. Thomas?"

"That's none of your concern. Where is her office? I won't ask again. Nor will I forget your lack of cooperation."

The receptionist's concern grew, along with an almost protective expression. Leave it to Nikki to instill such loyalty in her fellow employees. For a moment, Jack didn't think she'd answer. Then she caved. "Second floor…210," the woman murmured unhappily.

"You will not alert her to my presence, is that quite clear?"

"Yes, sir."

Jack circled the reception desk, debating briefly on whether to take the elevator or stairs. Stairs. Less risk of running into a Kincaid. Considering his current mood he didn't trust himself not to knock the unlucky person flat on their ass. It didn't take long to find Nikki's office. Her door was ajar and though she stood at a large window overlooking the harbor, he doubted she took in the stunning view, not with her head bent and what appeared to be the weight of the world resting on her fine-boned shoulders. In all the four months he'd known her, he'd never seen her look so defeated.

She wore her hair up, exposing the vulnerable paleness of her neck. Brilliant golden sunlight streamed in the window, losing itself in the ebony darkness of her hair while highlighting her potent feminine figure, showcased in a form-fitting royal blue suit. He'd watched her don that outfit just this morning, knew intimately what scraps of silk and lace hid beneath, their color a perfect match to her suit. He also knew—intimately—what she looked like in the panties and bra, how that shade of blue turned her magnolia-white skin luminescent, and how tempted he'd been to strip them away before returning her to their bed.

He clamped down on the surge of desire with a ruthlessness his competitors had come to fear…and respect. She'd betrayed him, something he doubted he could ever forgive. Now he'd find out just how deep that betrayal ran. And he'd know why. He closed the door. The metallic click sounded like the cocking of a trigger, the sound of the lock being thrown as explosive as a gun blast.

Nikki's head jerked up and she spun around, her expression confirming his worst suspicions. He must have still entertained a lingering hope that she'd offer a reasonable explanation for her presence at The Kincaid Group. Otherwise, he'd never have experienced such an overwhelming and devastating sense of loss.

"Jack." His name escaped on a sigh of guilt and dismay.

"I believe there's something you neglected to tell me, Nikki. Vital information that's four months overdue." He didn't dare approach. Not until he'd regained full control of his temper. "Care to rectify that omission?"

"I can explain."

He couldn't help it. He laughed. "How often has a woman said that to a man? Of course, there's usually another man in her bed at the time she uses that expression."

"It's probably as many times as a man's said it to a woman when she comes home unexpectedly to find him making love to someone else," Nikki retorted. Then her flash of anger faded, sliding into something that hovered between sorrow and regret. "I'm sorry, Jack. Saying I can explain is a rather ridiculous comment given the circumstances."

He leaned back against the door and folded his arms across his chest. "I wondered why you were willing to pay so much for me at the Read and Write bachelor auction. You claimed you bid for me because no one else would. But now I suspect it was all a setup. The Kincaids came up with the clever scheme so you'd be in a position to spy on me, didn't they? It all makes sense now."

She held up a hand and her eyes flashed a swift warning. "Hold it right there. If you think for one minute that I bid on you at the Kincaids' request—"

"You bid a thousand dollars when no one else would." The anger he worked so hard to control escaped his iron grip for a split second. "You set me up right from the start."

She shook her head, the vehement motion causing silky strands of her hair to escape and caress her arching cheekbones, as well as the long sweep of her neck. God, he remembered burying his face in that sweet-scented hair only hours before. Remembered kissing a pathway along the pale, velvety line of her neck. How long would it take before the memories faded and he'd know peace again?

"I didn't set you up. Not then and not now."

She took a single step in his direction, but something in his expression drove her back, a stumbling retreat that brought out the predator in him. She must have sensed it because her breath quickened and her eyes—those damnable sapphire-blue eyes—darkened with pain and regret. She wrapped her arms around her narrow waist which only drew his attention to the fullness of her breasts straining against her suit jacket.

He forced his gaze away, forced himself to focus on her elegant, duplicitous features. They were beyond lovely, no doubt inherited from her mother, the aristocratic side of her family tree. He should have known that someone who'd been born and bred within Charleston's social elite couldn't be trusted. Hadn't his mother discovered that when Reginald Kincaid had made her his mistress?

Angela Sinclair had come from the wrong side of the tracks, which made her eligible for a bed partner, but she'd never been good enough to marry, any more than the son they'd borne together had been good enough to claim. Jack's mouth twisted. At least, he hadn't been claimed until dear ol' Dad had been dead and gone, leaving others to clean up the shattered mess the man had left behind.

All his life, Jack had stood on the outside of those fancy manors, while the Southern gentility had stuck rigidly to their social rules and order. Society had made him an outcast because of his bastard status, while welcoming the man who'd set the double standard, the man who'd proudly embraced the Legitimates, the children he'd father...

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