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  “We can make love all night. No strings.”

  But will passion cost her everything?

  Chloe Harper’s new job is convincing Brazilian pop legend and music executive Nicolas Medeiros to choose her family’s exclusive resort for his songwriting show. But one night with her girlhood crush leads to a fantasy affair neither wants to end—until dangerous family secrets threaten to expose their passion to a reality that could tear them apart...

  “Careful, Nicolas, or you’ll make me break a promise to myself.”

  “What promise?”

  Her gaze bored into his. “To keep my hands and lips off you.”

  “How can I convince you to break that promise over and over again?” He’d never met anyone quite like Chloe—pretty, genuine, unique…and he’d already seen how flexible she was. His imagination heated up.

  “Nicolas…”

  “Yes, sexy?”

  She bit her lip. “Sorry. I never expected to hear my teenage dream call me that. It’s a little overwhelming.”

  “Sexy? I’m just a man. And you are a very desirable woman. Two people who can make one another very happy.”

  “It’s not that simple. I’m on the job and you are…” She let out a breath. “You are my Nicky M.”

  He smiled. He liked that, the way she had possessed him. “I can be yours tonight in the flesh. Let me make all your dreams come true. Say yes.”

  * * *

  Star-Crossed Scandal is part of

  the Plunder Cove trilogy.

  Dear Reader,

  When I was eighteen, I traveled to South America to meet up with a friend. Flying to a foreign country by myself where I had a limited grasp of the language was terrifying. Plus, the plane had technical problems and was stuck on the tarmac for two hours! Being a melodramatic teenager, I was sure I was going to die. I started to cry and a young Brazilian guy got up from his seat and asked to join me. He was cute, sweet and very kind. He gave me his phone number to call him when I got to Rio at the tail end of my trip. He and his gracious family welcomed me into their home. Chris, his sister, became my Brazilian sister. I credit her for helping with the Portuguese words and context to sketch out Nicolas Medeiros.

  Nicolas was an international teenage heartthrob. But he was more than that to Chloe Harper. His music, videos and poster helped her survive her tough childhood. Now that she is a grown woman with stardom of her own, she is tasked to work with sexy Nicolas to help her family’s resort.

  Thank you for reading!

  Kimberley Troutte

  Kimberley Troutte

  Star-Crossed Scandal

  Kimberley Troutte is a RITA® Award–nominated, New York Times, USA TODAY and Amazon top 100 bestselling author. She lives in Southern California with her husband, two sons, a wild cat, an old snake, a beautiful red iguana and various creatures Hubby and the boys rescue.

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  Contents

  History of Plunder Cove

  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

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from His to Claim by Brenda Jackson

  History of Plunder Cove

  For centuries, the Harpers have masterminded shrewd business deals.

  In the 1830s, cattle baron Jonas Harper purchased the land grant of Plunder Cove on the now affluent California coast. It’s been said that the king of Spain dumped the rich land because pirates ruthlessly raided the cove. It is also said that no one saw a pirate ship after Jonas bought the land for a rock-bottom price paid with pieces of eight.

  Harpers pass this tale on to each generation to remind their heirs that there is a pirate in each of them. Every generation is expected to increase the Harper legacy, usually through great sacrifice, as with oil tycoon RW Harper, who sent his children away ten years ago.

  Now RW has asked his children to return to Plunder Cove—with conditions. He is not above bribery to get what he wants.

  Harpers don’t love; they pillage.

  But if RW’s wily plans succeed, all four Harpers, including RW, might finally find love in Plunder Cove.

  One

  Hot, dreamy sex.

  That’s what the man stepping out of the limo exuded. And pulsing music. If Nicolas Medeiros was a song, he’d be a Brazilian beat, throbbing with dance, liquid fire and lyrics a girl couldn’t get out of her head.

  Standing between her two brothers at the entrance to the Plunder Cove resort, Chloe Harper had a moment to drink Nicolas in while he talked on his cell phone and waited for the driver to bring his luggage out of the trunk. The long sleeves of his sharkskin-gray shirt were rolled up to reveal tanned, muscular forearms. His dark charcoal slacks accentuated his thin waist, and his suit jacket was casually slung over one shoulder. He was the adult version of the teen heartthrob Chloe Harper had fallen in love with a long time ago.

  She fanned herself.

  “Are you okay?” Jeff, her brother closest to her in age, wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

  “Hell, you, too?” Matt, her oldest brother, grumbled as he studied her. “This morning Julia had that same look on her face when I mentioned that Nicolas Medeiros was coming to town and staying at the resort. What’s the big deal?”

  “He’s a big deal,” Chloe whispered.

  Nicky M had been a pop star legend back in the day, and now he was a huge music producer who had discovered several of the biggest names on the charts. He was a legend! More than that, he was...her Nicky M. When she was eleven years old, Chloe had kissed his poster every night before she went to sleep. He’d been her savior when no one else cared. And now her crush was striding up the walk of her family’s resort with those dancing hips. And if they made a good enough impression, he’d sign a deal to do his next pop music reality show here.

  As the resort’s activities director, she was the one who would be showing him around. Her family had giv en her the task of getting his name on the dotted line.

  They’d be spending a lot of time together.

  She made a strange noise at the back of her throat that sounded like a closed-off squeal.

  “Oh, man. You’ve got it bad. Maybe we should give the job to someone else,” Matt teased.

  “Don’t you dare!” she said way too loudly. Nicky M—correct that, Mr. Medeiros, her guest, her job, looked up from his call.

  “Relax, Chloe,” Jeff said out of the corner of his mouth. “Dad wants the deal to work and so do I. Medeiros and his music production company are the next step in building the resort to its full glory. It’s up to you to convince him that he needs us.”

  She shot Jeff a dirty look. “Is that supposed to make me relax?”

  Matt laughed. “Just do your thing, sis. He’s a guy. He’ll love you.”

  She bit her lip. Oh, she’d spent many lonely nights fantasizing about being loved by Nicky M, all right, but that’s not what her brother meant.

  “Mr. Medeiros!” Jeff offered his hand. “Welcome to Casa Larga Resort at Plunder Cove. I’m Jeffrey Harper, the executive director of the resort and restaurant.”

  Nicolas put his cell phone away and the two men shook hands.

  “You remember Matt, your pilot from LA,” Jeff said. While Jeff ran the operations of the family’s resort empire, Matt pursued his passion of flying. He offered flights to important resort guests and volunteered his skills with locals in need.

  “Of course. The flight was short and sweet. You are a very good pilot.” Nicolas shook hands with Matt, too.

  Oh...that voice! His deep, melodious Brazilian Portuguese accent had played a part in quite a few of Chloe’s fantasies. She wished he’d take off those dark sunglasses. She longed to see his eyes.

  Stop it! She warned herself. She shouldn’t be longing to see any of his body parts. Chloe had made a deal with herself to steer clear of men for a while and was determined to keep it. Looking was fine, but acting on her desires was out of the question.

  “Dad sends his apologies for not meeting you himself. He’s not feeling well,” Jeff said poignantly.

  That was an understatement. The last time Chloe had checked in on her father, he’d been sitting in his room with the shades drawn, fighting the downward spiral into his dark place. Her father had fought with untreated depression for decades. She’d dealt with the dangerous effects of it as a small child, before the stress led to her parents’ divorce, but then she’d left the family estate with her mother. And she hadn’t understood her dad’s mental illness until she saw it up close. If he didn’t come out of it soon, Chloe would disobey his wishes and bring a psychiatrist into the home, the rumor mill be damned. RW Harper was a powerful man and few people bucked his orders, but she was worried about him and would do whatever it took to help him.

  “That is too bad. I was hoping to talk to the great RW Harper. Plus, I have questions about the contract he sent me,” Nicolas said.

  “He’ll make time for that during your stay,” Jeff said smoothly. “This is Chloe, the resort’s activities director. She’ll take care of all of your needs for the week.”

  Jeff meant business needs. So why did her gaze take a sudden roam across Nicolas’s body. Broad shoulders, narrow waist... She forced her eyes back up to his face. He was watching her.

  Her cheeks were on fire. A trickle of sweat ran down her back.

  She stretched her hand out and was beyond relieved it wasn’t shaking. “Welcome to Casa Larga.”

  “Chloe. I like that name.” He lifted his dark glasses, and his gray-blue eyes locked on to hers and melted her insides. She was seriously going to pass out if she didn’t figure out how to breathe around the man.

  He held her hand for several long beats. A Brazilian custom or her own hand refusing to let go? Chloe removed her hand but couldn’t unlock her gaze from his. She used to wonder what had happened to a boy to make his gray eyes project such a soulful expression. The man before her still had the look, but now it was mixed with mature comprehension, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. His eyebrow lifted as if he could see the desperate desire pulsing inside her.

  Oh, God, did he know what she was thinking?

  Because she suddenly wanted to break all her rules for him.

  Matt chuckled beside her. “Hell, guess some things are a bigger deal than I thought. I’d better go give my wife some lovin’. See you all later.” Heading toward his motorcycle, he gave Chloe a thumbs-up.

  Surely Matt didn’t think their guest was attracted to her. Nicolas Medeiros dated supermodels and pop stars. Although she was an heiress to the great Harper fortune and a celebrity yoga teacher in her own right, she was no supermodel. She rarely wore makeup and believed in enhancing the inner natural beauty of a person through spiritual awakening. Nicolas, on the other hand, dated women who had professional makeup artists on staff.

  “Right this way, Mr. Medeiros.” Jeff motioned for Nicolas to step into the entryway.

  Nicolas held back and gave her a look that heated her skin. “Ladies first.”

  Walking ahead of him, she wondered where his gaze was—on the low dip in her blouse, exposing her back, on her butt, or on the ten-foot crystal chandelier overhead?

  Jeff guided their guest to the foyer, where building plans were spread out across the marble table. “The restaurant will officially open to the public at the end of the week. However, the staff is eager to serve you now. They need the practice.”

  “Complimentary, of course,” Chloe said softly and then stepped back to let Jeff do his thing.

  Nicolas’s cell phone buzzed. He checked the text and shook his head before returning his attention back to them. “Sorry. Work.”

  She hoped to help him unplug from work during his stay. Nicolas was a big music producer, but everyone deserved a little downtime. It was her personal mission as an activities director and yoga teacher to help people learn how to live in the moment. To relax.

  “Would you mind telling us about your show? It’ll help me gauge what sorts of activities to prepare for the contestants,” Chloe said.

  “If we choose the Harper’s resort for the show,” Nicolas said. “There are three properties under consideration.”

  “Oh, I understand.” She looked him in the eye. “I intend to help you make your decision. And choose us, of course.”

  “Intriguing.” His lips quirked and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss those lips for real.

  “Song of the Heart is a reality show.” His voice gave her a tiny shiver up her back. “Ten singer-songwriter contestants live together in a luxury setting, write songs and compete for a million-dollar music contract.”

  “I love it,” she said.

  “I’m very familiar with reality shows. We can help yours be a success,” Jeff said as a nod to his past career as the host of Secrets and Sheets, a hidden camera critique of luxury hotels. “Let’s look at the resort blueprints and see where the contestants would spend their time and where you could set up the camera crews. The resort will be ready for guests in eight months, but if your show needs it earlier, Harper Industries will make it work...”

  As Jeff talked, Nicolas studied the plans while Chloe studied him.

  He had a cropped beard and his hair was dark, thick and cut short. His shoulders were broad. Her schoolgirl crush had matured, but his gaze still had the power to turn her insides to mush.

  Nicky M had always been more than a poster boy to her. She’d fancied herself a singer-songwriter once and had truly appreciated Nicky M’s talent. He’d drawn a young, scared girl out of her dark place and lit up her imagination. He’d lifted her heart with his lovely words and beautiful melodies. She owed him more than he’d ever know.

  But she didn’t have any business fantasizing about Nicolas now. She wasn’t hooking up with anyone un til she got her own life under control. She had to learn how to love herself before she could love anyone else. Until that happened? She wasn’t sleeping with any man. Not even super sexy Nicky M. She had a job to do.

  Her father had tasked her with showing their guest all that Plunder Cove had to offer so that he’d agree to film his show at the new resort. Her dad’s exact words were, “Don’t let the man leave without signing the contract, Chloe. I’m counting on you.”

  She’d been desperate to please her father her entire life and had failed at every turn. A small part of her still wondered if that was why he’d banished her from Plunder Cove years ago, sending her to live with her mother after the divorce—because she wasn’t good enough to be a Harper.

  In the past, her parents had crushed her spirit. They’d broken her family, sent her away and taken away the music she’d loved. But she’d found her own path through yoga, and she was doing everything she could to heal herself. She’d even returned home not too long ago and reestablished a relationship with her older brothers. She was determined to prove she was worthy of her family’s famous name.

  She wouldn’t fail at this.

  How hard could it be to keep her hands and lips to herself and get a man to sign a few pieces of paper?

  Even if he was the sexiest man on the planet.

  * * *

  Nicolas stopped listening to Jeff Harper’s spiel about the building plans the moment he noticed the gostosa eyeing him.

  The gorgeous activities director had a stunning figure. A brown skirt molded to her hips like dark chocolate on a strawberry. Her red crepe blouse dipped low in the back and was not quite see-through but made him want to strain his vision. The long blond braid intrigued him, but it was her aquamarine eyes that really got to him. When they locked on to his, he saw golden feathers within the blue irises. Amazing and deeply magnetic.

  Strange. He wasn’t usually so poetic. Not anymore. “The resort will be ready in time for your show.” Jeff’s voice drew Nicolas’s gaze away from Chloe. “We guarantee it.”