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In bestselling author T L Swan’s second hot installment to the Miles High Club series, he’s sexy, rich, and her mortal enemy. Hate never felt so good.

I first met Tristan Miles at a meeting where he was trying to take over my late husband’s company.

He was powerful, arrogant, and infuriatingly gorgeous, and I hated him with every cell in my body. In the shock of the century, he called me three days later and asked me on a date.

I would rather die than date a man like him—though I do have to admit it was good for the ego. Turning him down was the highlight of my year.

Six months later, he was the guest speaker at a conference I attended in France.

Still arrogant and infuriating—but this time, surprisingly charming and witty.

When he looked at me, I got butterflies.

But I can’t go there.

He’s just a player in a hot suit, and I’m just a widow with three unruly sons.

I just need this conference to be over.

Because everybody knows that Tristan Miles always gets what he wants…and what he wants is me.

The phone buzzes on my desk. “Hello,” I answer.

“Hi, Tristan Miles is on line two for you,” Marley replies.

“Tell him I’m busy.”

“Claire.” She pauses. “This is the third time he’s called

this week.”

“So?”

“Pretty soon, he’s going to stop calling.”

“And your point is?” I ask.

“My point is we paid the staff out of the overdraft this

week. And I know you don’t want to admit this, but we are in

trouble, Claire. You need to hear him out.”

I exhale heavily and drag my hand down my face. I know

she’s right; our company, Anderson Media, is struggling.

We’re down to our last three hundred staff, having downscaled

from the original six hundred. Miles Media and all of our

competitors have been circling like wolves for months,

watching and waiting for the perfect time to move in for the

kill. Tristan Miles: the head of acquisitions and the archenemy

of every struggling company in the world. Like a leech, he

takes over companies when they’re at their lowest, tears them

apart, and then, with his never-ending funds, turns them into

huge successes. He’s the biggest snake in the snake pit.

Preying on weaknesses and getting paid millions of dollars a

year for the privilege. He’s a rich, spoiled bastard with a

reputation for being acutely intelligent, hard as nails, and

conscience-free.

He’s everything I hate about business.

“Just listen to what he has to say—that’s all. You never

know what he might offer,” Marley pleads.

“Oh, come on,” I scoff. “We both know what he wants.”

“Claire, please. You can’t lose your family home. I won’t

let that happen.”

Sadness rolls over me; I hate that I’ve found myself in this

position. “Fine, I’ll hear him out. But that’s it,” I concede.

“Schedule a meeting.”

“Okay, great.”