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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products if the author’s imagination or used factiously.
Copyright © 2020 by Tamara Ferguson.
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CONTENTS
Title Page
Praise & Awards
Other Books By Tamara Ferguson
Copyright
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
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
EPILOGUE
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Excerpt Two Hearts Surrendered
Chapter One
Bali, Indonesia.
Jack Wellman and Nick Hanover had enjoyed themselves this week, visiting Rand McAllister here where he lived in Bali. It had been a long time since they’d all hung out together.
Giving Nick a side glance, Jack grinned, watching Rand get shut down by the beautiful redhead who was sitting with her friends at the bar across the room.
Rand blinked, when the woman turned away, reaching for her drink.
Rand stood there, looking dumbfounded for another couple minutes before apparently giving up.
The redhead had already returned to conversing with the woman sitting beside her at the bar, who was obviously a friend.
That’s when Jack became aware of the other pretty woman with the ash brown hair who was seated beside the blonde.
And when her eyes met his, there was an instant connection that he’d never felt before. Because of his looks, Jack was someone who’d always managed to attract women. But this felt different, and for a moment, it seemed like she could see into his soul.
Her ash brown hair hung loose around her face, which was classically lovely, with high cheekbones and beautiful eyes.
His heart began beating faster when she gave him a wry grin, and Jack was surprised at his response. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been even remotely interested in really getting to know any woman.
But distracted, Jack started laughing loudly as Rand strolled back to their booth, settling in beside him. The look of discouragement on his face was priceless.
Nick, who was seated across from Rand, smiled widely before he spoke. “Watch the operator at work, huh?”
Rand shrugged but seemed oddly irritated.
Reaching for his beer mug laying on the table, Rand took a sip and quickly changed the subject.
“It’s nice that you guys finally made it back this year,” Rand muttered. “What’s it been—over two years since you were here last? I’ve made quite a few friends, but I still get treated a little differently.”
“It probably has something to do with the fact that you live in a mansion,” Nick answered dryly.
Rand rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but I worked side by side with everyone I hired when I had it built.”
“That was immediately after you moved here. Wasn’t it?” Jack leveled him with a stare. “The natives probably took offense to that and thought that you didn’t trust them to do a decent job.”
Rand grimaced. “I guess I never really thought about it like that.”
At that moment, a pretty Balinese girl appeared at the table. “Hi, Rand. Can I get you more to drink?”
“Hi, Ni Luh,” Rand answered, looking slightly uncomfortable.
“How about another pitcher?” Jack asked, sitting up straighter.
Ni Luh kept looking at Rand until he spoke.
“Sounds good,” Rand murmured, refusing to meet Ni Luh’s gaze.
“Alright,” she answered, her voice sounding flat.
After she scooted away with a tempting sway of her hips, Nick stared at Rand accusingly. “I thought you decided to play it safe by keeping your hands off the island girls?”
Rand hung his head. “I have been, since I broke it off with Ni Luh. We didn’t do anything but go out for dinner a couple times. Everyone just assumed there was more going on than there was.”
“Why stop dating?” Nick asked. “I notice the islander families are incredibly close. Maybe her father expected you to do the honorable thing?”
“No,” Rand muttered. “She knew from the start that I wasn’t going to make any promises.”
Jack was relieved.
“But her brother got on my case anyway,” Rand answered, looking sheepish. “The island girls are very easily swayed. Apparently, some of them consider dating as a prelude to marriage, no matter how much you try to convince them that it doesn’t work that way in American culture, so I’ve only been dating tourists now. There are less complications that way.”
Nick continued his reprimand. “You know the womanizing was bad enough when we were back in school, Rand, but aren’t you getting a little old for one-night stands? I mean, don’t you want more out of your life? You seemed to be getting a lot out of the Air Force when you enlisted. I can’t figure why you decided to opt out after all that intense training you were telling us about, even though you turned twenty-five, and supposedly gained control of your inheritance. Sitting around on the beach and drinking the day away when you’re retired is one thing, but is that what you’re planning on doing for the rest of your life – squandering your great-grandmother’s inheritance? Do you actually even own the house you built? Won’t you forfeit it if you don’t live here on Bali year-round? It seems to me that building here was a really stupid idea if you’re
