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Secrets with the Billionaire
Secrets with the Billionaire
Secrets with the Billionaire
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While vacationing on an island resort, ambitious news reporter Tim McInerny is surprised to see the reclusive techie billionaire, Connor Albright. It's clear from Connor's appearance that he's been ill, but Tim approaches him anyway, making clear that he'll write a story with or without Connor's cooperation. Still recovering from a heart attack and quintuple bypass surgery, Connor reluctantly agrees to the interview despite his fear the interview will wreck his corporation’s plans for the acquisition of an internet start-up.

Though they each have their own agenda, it isn't long before professional considerations are thrown aside and Tim and Connor give in to their passion for each other. But their new relationship is threatened when Tim learns that his interview won't be published and that Connor knew about it all along. Both men are forced to choose which takes priority: their careers or their burgeoning relationship.

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Release dateOct 6, 2014
ISBN9781772330427
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    Secrets with the Billionaire - Noelle Keaton

    Published by Evernight Publishing ® at Smashwords

    www.evernightpublishing.com

    Copyright© 2014 Noelle Keaton

    ISBN: 978-1-77233-042-7

    Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

    Editor: Tricia Kristufek

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    DEDICATION

    To O, you're still with me.

    SECRETS WITH THE BILLIONAIRE

    Noelle Keaton

    Copyright © 2014

    Chapter One

    From his foldaway chair underneath the large red-and-white-striped umbrella, Tim McInerny watched the clear blue water lap against the white sands of Cedros Island’s shores. So pretty. So boring.

    To look at you, one would think you’re under house arrest instead of relaxing on an all-expense-paid vacation.

    Tim looked to his left, where his brother, Caleb, sat with a smug grin. You can’t keep rubbing my face in the fact that you paid my way, since I didn’t want to come here in the first place.

    It’s our parents’ fortieth wedding anniversary, and both Jill and I brought our families, Caleb said, referring to their sister. Mom would have had a fit if you weren’t here too.

    Mom and Dad are the only reason I came along. Time hated the petulant whine in his voice, but Caleb had a way of bringing the baby-of-the-family syndrome out of him. I’ll pay you back as soon as I can.

    Caleb let out a disbelieving snort. With what? Since you drop in on Mom and Dad three to four times a week for dinner, I’m assuming you’re not exactly rolling in it at that paper of yours.

    Tim felt his face grow hot, and it had nothing to do with the brutal Caribbean sun bearing down on them. Things have been tight these last couple of months. Since Peter moved out, I haven’t been able to line up another roommate. Then I didn’t get the raise I was expecting, and my car needed that new transmission….

    Caleb held up his hand, gesturing for Tim to stop. Man, whatever. You’re strapped, I get it. I’m just glad you haven’t been reduced to moving back in with Mom and Dad. That’s a step backward you didn’t need to take.

    Tim bit his tongue. If his prospects didn’t improve in the next few months, then moving back home was exactly what would happen.

    There’s a guy at MMT about your age who said he was only moving back in with his parents for a couple of months until he could save some money and get back on his feet. A year and a half later, he’s still there, crashing in their basement. Caleb shook his head and took a huge gulp of his icy mojito. I’d rather see you come and work with me and Dad than fall into a slump like that.

    McInerny Medical Technologies was the medical supply company founded by their grandfather. Summers spent working there during high school and college showed Tim he had little aptitude or interest in the family business. Caleb was the vice president and the clear heir apparent to take over when their father retired. But Tim knew if he worked at MMT, the sibling-rivalry tension between them would only increase.

    Eager to change the subject, Tim said, "Things are really looking up for me at The Philadelphia Chronicle. I have an established readership now, and I’ve been quoted three times by the Inquirer and twice by the Daily News.

    That’s nice. Does that mean you’ll get that raise you were expecting?

    Probably not. Tim slumped in his chair. Ad revenues aren’t meeting expectations, so I’ll be lucky if I don’t get a salary cut, much less a raise.

    Caleb raised a skeptical eyebrow, and Tim heard his unasked question: Why did you want to become journalist again? Tim refused to be baited into yet another discussion on the wisdom of his career choices since graduating summa cum laude from Drexel University.

    But Caleb apparently felt the need to go there. If you just have to be a writer, there’s still a place for you at MMT. We have new products that need descriptions for our customers, and the labels for our older items could probably use some sprucing up too.

    Oh, kill me now. Tim stood and pointed at his empty glass. I need a refill. Want me to bring you another mojito?

    Sure. Caleb gave him a knowing smile. We’ll continue this when you get back.

    Yeah, okay, Tim muttered while rolling his eyes. He wound his way to the hotel’s outdoor bar, careful not to step on any of the reclining sunbathers or sandcastles littered along the way. For a moment he regretted not going into town to sightsee with the rest of the family. Although his parents and sister were just as concerned as Caleb about his future, Tim knew they wouldn’t be as dead set on answers as Caleb seemed to be.

    The irony in his being a journalist, yet ducking family inquiries into his career prospects, caused Tim to let out a bitter laugh. When he first started at the Chronicle, he thought he’d be there for only a year—maybe two, max—before moving on to the more prestigious Philadelphia Inquirer. After paying his dues there, then it would be on to The New York Times. Yet five years later, he was still at the Chronicle, with his employment becoming ever more tenuous as the paper’s ad revenues continued to decline.

    I need a

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