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  The New Yorker II

  M.O. Kenyan

  Erotic Romance

  Secret Cravings Publishing

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  The New Yorker II

  M.O. Kenyan

  Copyright © 2014

  Prologue

  New York, twenty years prior….

  “Give me your word, Harry!” Ethan McCrery barked at his long time friend.

  Harold Henry watched as Ethan held out his hand for him to take. The Irish man was in a black mood. He claimed to have been betrayed and although Harry couldn’t understand it, he had to go along with it. It had always been him and Ethan, they were the old money—the ones brought up in private boarding schools. They had each other’s backs. If Ethan got into a fight, Harry punched first then got the details later. He guessed this was one of those times.

  Who would have thought a self-made man like Adrian Ross would fall for a maid.

  And who would have thought Ethan would fall for the same maid? He should have learned his lesson about falling for women who weren’t tailored for him.

  Harry hadn’t bothered dating outside his social level. His father had picked his wife, his mother had made the wedding and marriage arrangements. He had, as expected, turned up both at his wedding and in his southern bride’s bed. He hadn’t failed his family. His first born son, Harry Junior, or Duke, was the product of his honeymoon as a dutiful son and husband.

  Harry watched as Ethan broke into a new rant cursing his college friend, calling him every profanity heard on Earth or in the fire pit of Hell.

  “How could he do that to me? He knew I was interested in Rosalinda.” Ethan stopped his pacing and his face took on an awe struck look. It was as if he was in a dreamy state. “She’s so beautiful, so soft. And her wild raven hair just begs to be touched. It kills me that I haven’t touched her hair, or kissed her plump red lips. Dear God, I would have taken in her brat. I wou
ld have even let the little lass call me ‘papa!’”

  “Ethan.” Harry cleared his throat. Fear of his friend’s Irish temper deterred him from asking, but his duty as a friend pushed him on. “What about your wife? How do you expect to marry Rosalinda when you are still married?”

  “Do you think that’s the problem?” Ethan asked hopefully, a calculating expression canvassing his face. “I’ll serve the woman divorce papers today if it means I would get to have Rosalinda. My beautiful rose.”

  “Elizabeth will not allow it. Her father left everything to you. Everything she owns you control. And what would happen to Ethan Junior? Think of your son, my friend.”

  “I am. Rosalinda would be such a wonderful mother to him. And as for Elizabeth.” he waved his hand in the air as if anything to do with her didn’t matter. “I’ll settle her with a large fortune. She’ll sign Ethan’s custody to us without a problem.”

  Harry took his phone from his pocket when it rang. When he listened, it was a message from Dennis, and it wasn’t good. He dreaded telling Ethan, but there was no other way around it. “Ethan, there’s news.”

  “What? Speak up man!”

  “Adrian and Rosalinda—”

  “What about them?”

  “They are married Ethan. It’s done. You’ve lost her.”

  “Never!”

  Harry took off after his friend as he ran out of the building he worked in. He sat in the passenger seat as Ethan pushed away his driver and got into his seat.

  “Maybe I should drive?”

  “Shut up.”

  Ethan pulled out of the drive way like the devil was on his heels. The car’s tires skidded along the road. Every couple of miles it protested at being abused. Harry had never feared dying in a road accident until today. Ethan barked at the other drivers on the road, swearing at the traffic lights whenever they turned red, picking up a cop car as a tail.

  “Ethan, the police.”

  “Shut up.”

  Harry took in a much needed breath of relief when they skidded to a halt in front of Adrian Ross’s apartment building. Ethan left the motor running as he took three steps at a time, barging into the house. They walked into silence. Not the atmosphere to expect at a wedding reception.

  “What’s going on?” Dennis walked in, his toddler scurrying behind him.

  “Where is the rat? Where is that slimy excuse of a man? Only a coward would marry another man’s woman behind his back.”

  The toddler began to cry, and Dennis cuddled her. His momentary distraction gave Ethan way to the backyard. They found the party there. Adrian Junior, Dennis Junior and Rosalinda’s daughter played, as Martha and Rosalinda watched. Adrian was nowhere to be seen.

  “Rosalinda!” Ethan barked as he marched to her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind him as he headed for the exit.

  “No!” Rosalinda screamed as she tried to loosen Ethan’s shackling grasp. “Adrian? Mi amor?”

  “Mi amor?” Ethan sneered as he turned around to face her. “That man is not your love. I am. Do you hear me? We will get this farce of a marriage annulled. Then after my divorce from Elizabeth—we will get married.” He grinned, triumphantly. “Adrian Ross is not winning this one.”

  “I already have—not that I knew there was a contest to win.” Adrian emerged from a back room, his fingers balled into fists at his sides. His six-foot-four frame towered over Ethan’s five-nine. The African-American man would be well suited for the role as the black Hulk if it ever came about. “Release Rosalinda. I am asking you courteously, McCrery. I don’t want any trouble.”

  Ethan barked out a sardonic laugh. He pulled Rosalinda against him, his hands possessively locking her in his grip. “Never. Why would she want you, when she has me?”

  “But—I don’t love you.” Rosalinda squirmed to get away, but the more she tried the tighter Ethan held her.

  “You never gave us a chance, lass. I can love you.”

  “What about Elizabeth!” Issadora shouted as she retrieved her wailing baby from her husband. “What about your son, your family, your obligations?”

  “Hah! Dennis didn’t even want to marry you. You should be thanking me, or he would be in Hawaii with that island girl and—”

  “Ethan!” Dennis warned.

  “Ethan, let go of my wife. You are hurting her.” Adrian took a step toward them and Ethan warned him off with a growl.

  “Adrian.” Rosalinda whimpered. “Nuestro bebe…”

  “Ethan, Rosalinda is pregnant. You are hurting her. She’s scared for the baby.” Adrian’s desperation etched his voice.

  Harry thought it was a good time for him to step in. He rested his hand on Ethan’s shoulder. What was intended as a comforting gesture only irritated Ethan further.

  “I can’t believe you did this to me, Ross.”

  “I didn’t do anything. She chose me. Rosalinda and I have been through a lot. Our pain brought us together, our love for our children and our love for each other. We are building our family, Ethan. I suggest you go back to yours.”

  “I will never forget this, Adrian Ross.” Ethan turned his rage to Rosalinda as he pushed her out of his hands. Luckily for her Adrian was there to catch her. “That should be my baby. You watch your back. I swear I’ll get you back for this. I swear.”

  Harry was chasing after Ethan for the second time that day as they rushed out of the house.

  “Promise me something, Harold.”

  “What?”

  “Make sure our paths don’t cross with those two. From now on Adrian Ross and Dennis Kent are dead to us. Promise me—give me your word of honor.”

  “I promise.” It was a bitter promise to make, but Harold swore he would do his best to keep it, for, what were the odds they would ever meet on a personal setting ever again?

  Chapter One

  He chuckled as he tossed in the narrow bed again. AJ’s dreams were usually vivid, as AJ generally only dreamed of his two favorite things, surgery and sex. Lately he hadn’t been able to kick the beautiful blonde with blue eyes from his dreams. It was frustrating because he couldn’t see the rest of her and plus, AJ wasn’t monogamous in real life so he hated the fact that his dreams were. His lips caressed her creamy shoulders as his hands held onto her curvaceous body. AJ assumed it was her body, because he couldn’t see the rest of her.

  “Ross,” she called out his name as would a mermaid seducing a sailor.

  “Paging Doctor Ross To The Nurses’ Station.”

  “Paging Doctor Ross To The Nurses’ Station.”

  AJ startled awake as the voice of the on-call nurse’s voice rang in his ears. He groaned, he moaned, he let out every protesting voice he could master. He grabbed the pillow from the bed, in the on-call room, and covered his head. “I’m technically not a doctor yet. Get someone else,” he shouted in the darkness.

  “How about you? You shut up!” He heard the groggy voice of a female on the top bunk.

  He threw the pillow to the foot of the bed and sat erect, moving so fast that his forehead came into contact with the bed frame. “Shit! Can this day get any worse?”

  “I promise you it will, if you don’t shut up and let me sleep,” she grizzled.

  “Sorry.” Adrian began to apologize, but when he touched his forehead he winced in pain. His fingers were coated with the warm crimson of his blood. “I think I cut my head on this bed frame.”

  “Are you bleeding?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you a doctor?”

  “Yes.”

  “So get up, go stitch yourself up, and let me sleep. I am begging you. I am ready to pay you anything for some peace and quiet.” The girl’s voice got a little harsh as she thrashed on the bed.

  AJ jumped to his feet, afraid that all her movement would send the bed crushing down on his head. “What’s your problem?”

  “You are my problem!” She raved as she leapt off the bed, landing inches away from Adrian. Both of them were stunned by each other. They stood
in silence for a couple of seconds before she said “You’re a big guy.”

  “So I’ve been told.” AJ drawled as he wiped the blood rolling down his forehead.

  AJ studied her. Her long blonde hair was in a ponytail at the back of her head, her eyes were a swirling blue-gray color. She almost resembled the woman haunting his dreams. But then her stubborn chin reminded him so much of his sister Lisette, any fantasy which had started hatching in his dreams died instantly. He groaned inwardly, disappointed. He would have loved to kiss her pouty lips, caress her full body and weave his fingers into her hair, but that stubborn jaw put him off—with his two younger sisters, he didn’t need another aggressive woman in his life.

  “Do you mind helping me with this?” AJ smiled, slowly and sexily. Lisette had described his smile as wolfish, as if he just about to chomp down on Little Red Riding Hood. AJ knew was his smile was his best wing man and it always got him the response he wanted, so this time should be no different.

  Katherine’s hands shook as she raised them to his forehead. It took all of AJ’s self-control not to wrap his hands round her tiny waist and pull her against his aching body.

  * * * *

  Katherine Henry watched as the hunk of a man stared at her with indifference in his eyes. At first she thought she had caught a hint of desire, but something she had done put him off. He was a big guy. His hard muscled frame oozed with sexiness. She wanted to reach out and smooth her hands along his body, just to feel his hardness.

  “Do you mind helping me with this?”