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They are used to having whatever they want, whenever they want it. Cade West may be richer than Midas but not even his vast wealth could save his young wife. She can pretend all she wants, but Cade has awakened dark passions within her from the first time she saw him. But if Ivy has the chance to have this man, all bets are off I don't think there's anything as magical as reading a wonderful book.

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When you're looking for mercy and a helping hand — and if you have even half a brain — you should know better than to ask the devil. And yet sometimes, when God was busy, Ivy Summers had found out that bargaining with the devil was the only other choice. She peered out from her hiding place and kept a vigilant watch on the three sets of elevator doors, disappointed that not one of them had opened in the last half hour.

Obviously, the "devil" wasn't a morning person. In fact, she'd been told repeatedly by his assistant that the bastard would not even see her, and that he had no interest in donating anything to anyone, much less her foundation. What a dick.

Ivy, however, was determined not to let his assholian personality deter her plans. She'd figured that if she got into his office before everyone else did, then he would have no other choice but to hear what she had to say — and it was a lot.

Therefore, earlier today, at six a. When the two guards lifted their heads to inquire about her identification, she'd merely waved and walked past, all while pretending to speak to someone about a consumer loan — the gist of CONLO's business — on her cell phone.

Thankfully, they'd backed off, and she'd managed to disappear into the elevators with a frantically pounding heart. She still couldn't believe she'd gotten away with that first bit. Now, over two hours later, she pretended to survey her manila folder while reclining on the glass doors — tightly locked glass doors — that led into the top offices. The locked doors meant Ivy would have to gain access by tagging along with the first unsuspecting executive.

I'll find a way to goad his secretary, Ivy had assured them. We need more donations and we need them to be big ones. Ivy, let's find someone else. It's impossible with him. The guy's a billionaire now.

He's as powerful as Zeus but has the disposition of Hades, and the last time I saw him I almost peed in my pants, he's so scary. He's not going to help, even for his wife. All her friends were terrified of Cade West, but what they didn't know, and what Ivy didn't tell them, was that she'd seen this man a decade before. He probably didn't remember her, but Ivy would never in her life forget him. Ivy's mother had been treated in the same hospital as Cade West's wife had, and the day the latter had passed, Ivy had been visiting.

How could anyone forget the sight of him that day? Dark and sexy as a pirate, he'd always been a mysterious, alluring presence even the nurses whispered about. But on that day, he'd been Ivy would never forget seeing his enormous presence, all compacted and hunched in a tiny waiting-room chair. His dark head had been hung low, his face buried in a pair of hands that were broad and tanned and made you ache to be touched by them.

His dark designer jacket stretched with each of his breaths, and he was breathing fast, so fast. Ivy had been heading back to college when she spotted him. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him around, but it was the first time she could allow herself to stare. She'd drunk in every awesome inch of his muscled frame, muscles that looked tense and coiled in pain, and little by little, her heart had shattered with his. Pulled by a force beyond anything she'd ever experienced before, she'd headed over, twenty years old and still not very wise in the ways of the world.

He seemed to sense her gaze. Before she could even reach him, he lifted his head and looked straight at her with red-rimmed eyes that were on fire with emotion.

God, he'd been so angry that Ivy had rushed away — something she was determined not to do this time around. Ten years might have tempered his anger. Or, ten years might have been the perfect recipe for it to fester and ferment until it boiled over and swallowed every last ounce of good in him.

The other volunteers assured her it was the latter. Which wasn't thrilling to hear. But Ivy's only chance of landing a big donation lay with a powerful corporation, and who else could truly understand what her foundation was trying to do better than someone who'd lived it, like Cade West had?

When a group of suits finally burst out of the elevators at nine a. With one quick, steadying breath, she blended into the group as a card was swiped and the glass doors swung wide open. Ivy recognized his backside instantly.

First, because the other men seemed to wait for him to pass before anyone else, and no one seemed in a hurry to catch up with him. Second, because he towered over them all, his hair dark as sable, sharply contrasting with his snowy white shirt collar. Coming up behind him while still being careful not to walk too close, Ivy soon realized she wouldn't have been able to catch up even if she tried. He walked like a born leader, with long, sure strides that ate up the floor beneath him, and he was barking at someone on his cell phone.

She smoothed her hands down her buttoned blouse and skirt as he disappeared into the office at the end of the hall. She briskly stopped and had to improvise, so she turned to stupidly survey the leaf of a potted plant to her right. Her nerves began to chomp her to bits as she gave him a minute to get settled. It really didn't matter how she accomplished her goal. A hundred and twenty new local diagnoses had been made this week — and without treatment, most of these women didn't stand a chance.

With one last pull of air, she quickly straightened and rapped on his open office door. As she waited for an answer, she noticed an elderly woman who just might be his personal assistant hurrying in her direction, and Ivy was spurred to action. She took a quick step into the massive office and shut the double doors behind her, spotting him behind his desk, still growling into his cell phone. Her heart stuttered under all that testosterone in the air, and then her lungs all but stopped working.

Holy mother of God. The word "handsome" was far too tame for this man. In ten years, Cade West had become so much More everything. More dark. More broad.

More man. And suddenly, with his dark black jacket and silver tie, behind that enormous desk, with the city as background behind him, he looked as intimidating as the grim reaper to her. Her pulse went crazy as she forced herself to stretch out a hand in greeting.

He hung up his cell phone, his stare strangely vacant when he looked directly at her from behind his desk. Surprised by the weakness in her knees, Ivy lowered her arm and slowly took a chair across from his desk, disappointed to discover he was still a dickhead. Her startled gaze slid down the length of his long, blunt finger and to where it pointed, then she returned her attention to his impassive face, now bent to survey an open folder. She dragged in a shaky breath and racked her brain for her usual opening.

We're a fully volunteer, nonprofit organization aiming to facilitate early detection and prevention of breast cancer as well as prompt treatment to those with the diagnosis. His broad, jacket-clad shoulders had stiffened as soon as the word "cancer" had come out of her mouth, but his attention remained on his file.

West, we could do so much with your donation. There are so many women fighting this disease —". Alarmed at the lack of emotion in his voice, Ivy fumbled to recapture her train of thought. His head shot up, and his voice dropped to an awfully threatening whisper. Don't you dare. Ivy's heart stopped. Fear curled inside her stomach at his tone, the beginnings of life in his eyes. But what stirred to life wasn't merry or even welcome. It was anger. A whole shitload of it. She tried to keep her voice soft, but she was utterly confused when she felt the same urge she'd felt ten years ago when she'd seen him in the hospital.

She wanted to There was something both pained and sexual in the way he looked at her, the way he pinned her down on the spot with that colorless gray gaze, like a predator pinned its prey, or its mate, so he could fuck her. Her body responded to the unspoken need in his eyes, and she found that she could barely get any words past her dry throat. You could save lives with whatever you could give.

Any donation is most welcome. The mask of impassiveness had completely fallen off his face, and the look he now gave her was utterly savage. Anger and pain twisted his expression until Ivy's insides hurt just witnessing his torment. It doesn't work. Chemo, operations, radiation, prayers.

When your number comes up you better just hold on tight and pray it takes you fast. Save yourself a lot of fucking misery. Now there's the damned door — and I'd take it as a personal favor if you walked your ass right through it.

If the man had just physically assaulted her, she wouldn't have felt more personally affronted than she felt this very second by his callous words. She didn't even know how to respond to him. Never in her life had she met someone so lacking in mercy before — especially when talking about cancer.

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In Bared by Him , Cade West may be richer than Midas but not even his vast wealth could save his young wife. Cade didn't just grieve her loss; he was furious. What good is money if it can't fix So when the utterly beautiful Ivy Summers boldly walks into his office asking him to donate to her cancer research foundation, he can't decide whether to throw her out or wrap her up in his arms and never let go. All Cade knows is that he's caught her scent and he has no intention of letting her walk out his door—even if he has to pay for the privilege.

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And yet sometimes, when God was busy, Ivy Summers had found out that bargaining with the devil was the only other choice. She peered out from her hiding place and kept a vigilant watch on the three sets of elevator doors, disappointed that not one of them had opened in the last half hour. What a dick. Ivy, however, was determined not to let his assholian personality deter her plans. Therefore, earlier today, at six a.

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