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  Their affair is this exclusive resort’s best-kept secret

  Beautiful, ambitious Robyn Henderson fought hard for her place in the sun. Now Belleza Resort’s head event planner is getting ready to pull off the charity event of the season. But when a series of bizarre incidents befall the desert retreat and suspicion points at LA restaurateur Sean Parker, Robyn is convinced he’s innocent. And now her boss’s brother–and secret crush–is drawing her into a sizzling taboo affair.

  Sean’s return to the family fold is fraught with pitfalls, especially when he’s wrongly accused. His most passionate ally is his sister’s best friend, a woman Sean has crushed on for years. Aching to make their undercover romance public, he fights to clear his name. As a vengeful adversary plots to destroy his family’s lasting legacy, Sean must decide where his future lies. But can he also convince Robyn to trust in their love?

  “I need you in my life, and I’m not afraid to admit it.”

  Electricity crackled in the air, engulfed every inch of the apartment. Robyn felt it, and she knew he did, too, when he trailed a finger down her shoulder. Earlier, while Sean was setting the table for dinner, she’d changed into a short sleeveless sundress. Her outfit wasn’t sexy, but that’s how she felt every time Sean touched her.

  She had to force her thoughts to form, her words to pass her suddenly dry lips. “Things are moving too fast.”

  “We didn’t meet a couple days ago,” he pointed out. “We’ve known each other for years.”

  Robyn couldn’t dispute that.

  “I’ve had feelings for you from day one, but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

  “Then why are you here?”

  “Because I’m older and wiser, and I know exactly what I want. It’s you, Robyn. I won’t give up on us,” he vowed, lowering his face to hers.

  Pressing her hands flat against his chest, she stepped back, out of reach, tried valiantly to keep him at bay. “There is no ‘us.’”

  “You’re wrong. There is.”

  Robyn opened her mouth, but her protest died on her lips. Before she knew what was happening, Sean grabbed her waist, spun her around and backed her up against the wall.

  “I have feelings for you, and I won’t stop until you’re mine.”

  Dear Reader,

  The best thing about writing the California Desert Dreams series was all of the great telephone conversations I had with Yahrah St. John (Heat Wave of Desire, June 2015) and Lisa Marie Perry (Hot Summer Nights, July 2015). We didn’t know each other prior to writing the series but we instantly hit it off and I now consider them friends. We worked closely together on this project and I hope you’ll agree that we hit this miniseries out of the park.

  Chef extraordinaire Sean Parker is a force to be reckoned with. The more Robyn Henderson tries to resist him, the more he pursues her. And the night Sean arrives unannounced at her resort condo—with dinner, wine and her favorite dessert—Robyn falls victim to her desires and unleashes her inner passion.

  Hence the title of this book.

  Heat of Passion is a heartfelt love story, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I listened to a lot of Marvin Gaye and Teddy Pendergrass while writing Sean and Robyn’s story, so get ready for a sensual, erotic ride.

  I dedicate this book to YOU (loyal readers). Thank you for supporting Harlequin Kimani Romance. Your friendship and encouragement mean the world to me, and with each book I hope to make you proud.

  All the best in life and love,

  Pamela Yaye

  Pamela Yaye has a bachelor’s degree in Christian education. Her love for African-American fiction prompted her to pursue a career in writing romance. When she’s not working on her latest novel, this busy wife, mother and teacher is watching basketball, cooking or planning her next vacation. Pamela lives in Alberta, Canada, with her gorgeous husband and adorable, but mischievous, son and daughter.

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 1

  The lie rolled so smoothly off Robyn Henderson’s tongue she almost believed it herself. “I got tired of being cooped up in the office, so I’m treating myself to lunch,” Robyn said, parking her yellow Volkswagen Beetle outside the trendy restaurant praised for its eclectic menu and decor. “I’m checking out the new steak bar near the resort everyone’s been raving about.”

  Kimberly Parker couldn’t be fooled. She knew Robyn too well. “You won’t even go shopping alone, so there’s no way in hell you’re eating by yourself at a five-star restaurant. So, seriously, where are you?”

  Taking off her seat belt, she listened with half an ear as Kim grilled her about her whereabouts. Kim was not only her boss, but also her best friend. They’d known each other since their boarding-school days at Merriweather Academy, an all-girls school in Massachusetts. Robyn’s scholarship essay, and letters of recommendation from her teachers, which highlighted her abilities, talents, academic history and community service, had helped her win a scholarship to the prestigious school. They had bonded over their shared interests, and soon were joined at the hip.

  Robyn loved Kim like a sister and was thrilled they worked together at the Parker family hotel, the Belleza Resort and Spa, but she couldn’t tell her the truth. Not if she wanted to keep her job and their fourteen-year friendship intact. The less Kim knew about her LA lunch date, the better. “Fine, if you must know, I’m meeting a friend for lunch.”

  “A friend, huh?” she repeated, her tone filled with disbelief. “Anyone I know?”

  “I’ll be back at the Belleza in a couple hours. We’ll talk then.”

  “No, we’ll talk now. What’s his name? What does he do for a living? Are you interested in him romantically, or is he strictly a friend?”

  Robyn strangled a sigh. Kim should have become a lawyer instead of a hotel general manager, because when it came to unearthing the truth, no one did it better. She was intelligent and perceptive, and it was times like this Robyn wished her bestie didn’t know her so well. Their daily habit was to work out and have breakfast poolside, and because she’d failed to mention her plans to Kim that morning, her friend was giving her a hard time. Robyn sucked at lying, couldn’t spin a convincing tale if her life depended on it; she knew Kim could see right through her. Faced with few options, she did what anyone else in her situation would do: she lied like a felon with his third strike. “It’s nothing, really, I—”

  “Are you meeting Erik? Is that why you’re being evasive?”

  Robyn’s good mood fizzled at the mention of Erik Cutler’s name. Thinking about her former colleague—the outgoing finance manager she’d befriended mo
nths earlier—made her cringe with shame. How could she have been so stupid? she wondered, overcome with guilt. If not for Kim going to bat for her with her dad, she probably would have been fired.

  Blowing out a deep breath, she inwardly scolded herself for allowing her ego to cloud her judgment. What had she been thinking? She should have known better. Determined to put the incident behind her—along with that terse, two-hour meeting she’d had with Kurt Parker—she shook off her thoughts and grabbed her purse off the passenger seat.

  “You have to sever ties with Erik and move on.” Kim spoke in a sympathetic voice, but her frustration was evident. “He’s an opportunist, and you can do much better. You’re a smart, successful woman who can have any guy she wants.”

  If that was the case, I’d be Mrs. Sean Parker.

  “Tell me the truth,” Kim urged her. “I promise I won’t be mad.”

  “I’m not meeting Erik,” Robyn insisted, adamantly shaking her head even though her best friend couldn’t see her. “I haven’t spoken to him in months, and I don’t plan to.”

  “Then who’s your mystery date?”

  “A guy I met at a charity event last spring.” Another lie, another fresh wave of guilt. As an only child, Robyn considered her friends Kimberly Parker and Gabrielle Royce as family, the sisters she didn’t have. She hated lying to Kim, but if her girlfriend knew the truth, she’d be pissed, and Robyn didn’t want to upset her best friend.

  “How are things going at the office?” she asked, desperate to change the subject. Over the past few months, there had been suspicious incidents at the Belleza. Kim and her parents were certain that someone with an ax to grind was trying to ruin the resort and had contacted the authorities to launch a criminal investigation. “Are you still meeting with detectives this afternoon?”

  “Yeah, and I hope they’ve finally cracked the case, because planning my wedding and running the resort under these circumstances is incredibly stressful,” she said, her voice strained with tension and frustration. “Would you believe the new front desk manager actually asked me about the curse of the Belleza during our meeting? It took everything in me not to roll my eyes.”

  Robyn groaned. The Belleza curse was a tall tale that dated back to the hotel’s beginnings as the Belleza Inn in the late fifties. Back then, even though there was a lot of talk about an alleged buried treasure on the premises, nothing was ever found. The theory was that anytime someone got close to discovering it, something bad would happen to them. Robyn—like Kim and Gabby—was too much of a realist to put any stock in the possibility that ghosts trying to protect their buried treasure were haunting the hotel. What worried her was that there might be a real, flesh-and-blood person out there trying to destroy the Belleza. Or worse, out to harm the Parker family.

  “How does Diego know about the Belleza curse? He hasn’t been at the resort long.”

  “Your guess is as good as mine, but if I was a betting woman, I’d put my money on Jonah.” The hotel’s old bartender loved to entertain guests and staff with outrageous stories.

  “Hang in there, Kim. This will soon be over. I’m sure of it.”

  “You’re right, and then I can devote all my time and energy to my groom-to-be.”

  Robyn laughed, marveling at how much her friend had changed since meeting her kind, soft-spoken fiancé, Jaxon Dunham.

  Seeing the time on her dashboard, she stepped out of the car and activated the alarm. “I have to go. We’ll talk later, okay?”

  “Just make sure you’re at Diva’s Beauty Salon by three o’clock. It’s our last consultation before the wedding, and I need everyone in the bridal party there.”

  “How can I forget when you programmed the appointment into my phone?” she teased, unable to resist poking fun at her friend. “Don’t worry, Bridezilla. I’ll be there.”

  “Don’t hate. Congratulate!” Kim’s effervescent laugh filled the line. “I’m so excited about getting married I feel like I’m going to burst. I can’t wait to become Mrs. Jaxon Dunham.”

  And, I can’t wait to see your handsome brother!

  “Have a good one. I’ll see you later.” Robyn took out her earpiece, dropped it inside her handbag and adjusted her belted, raspberry-colored dress. It had a modest side split and a loose fit. Robyn wished she was wearing something tighter, something that played up her curves, but Sean had invited her to lunch at the end of their conversation that morning, and changing in the middle of the workday would have raised suspicion. Besides, this wasn’t a date. Kim and her older brother, Sean, had been at odds for months. He’d been estranged from his family ever since Kim was awarded control of the Belleza. They’d run into each other at a Colombian restaurant recently, but didn’t say more than a few words to each other. Enough was enough. In light of what was happening at the resort, Kim needed Sean now more than ever. Robyn had reached out to Sean, determined to reunite the embittered siblings, no matter what.

  As Robyn strode through the parking lot, her conversation with Sean played in her mind. When she’d called to tell him about the suspicious incidents at the Belleza, he’d suggested they meet at a restaurant thirty minutes away from the resort. Ironically, the establishment was near The Pinnacle, the Belleza’s competitor, which was due to open at the end of the month. Robyn wondered if his choice was merely coincidental or if something sinister was going on, but she quickly dismissed that last thought. Spotting Sean’s car—a sleek, midnight-blue Porsche Boxer with personalized license plates that read CALILUV—parked beside the lamppost, she felt a rush of excitement. At the thought of him, her heart hammered in her chest, and a shiver ran down her spine.

  Ignoring the deafening sound of her pulse, she straightened her shoulders and walked purposefully toward the restaurant. The sun was intense, raining down from the sky with unrelenting mercy, but Robyn didn’t mind the sweltering August heat. Though she was born and raised in New York and hadn’t moved to California until after her college graduation, Robyn couldn’t imagine ever living anywhere else. She loved swimming and surfing and spending hours at Laguna Beach, relaxing in the hot sun. But it had been weeks since she’d had a weekend off to enjoy those activities.

  “Welcome to The Palms,” the hostess said, flashing a pageant smile.

  Robyn was struck by the lively ambiance and decor. Framed paintings adorned the walls, decorative vases filled with tulips brightened the space, and waiters in classy white jackets hustled around the dining room, chatting and laughing with well-heeled patrons. Delicious aromas drifted out of the open kitchen, rousing Robyn’s appetite. Starving, she couldn’t wait to eat and searched the main-floor dining room for Sean.

  “Are you dining alone?” the hostess asked.

  “No, this gorgeous beauty is with me.”

  At the sound of a familiar voice—a deep, husky baritone that incited illicit thoughts—her pulse quickened. She peered around the leafy bamboo plant and spotted Sean standing at the bar.

  Robyn swallowed hard. He was difficult to miss, and not just because he was the tallest person in the room. The acclaimed chef had soulful eyes, a thin mustache and thick, juicy lips Robyn was desperate to taste again. Sean was thirty-three years old, but his expensive threads gave him a mature, dignified look. He was the sexiest man she’d ever seen in the flesh, but it was his boyish smile that made her swoon. Good God, he’s so dreamy I can hardly stand it.

  Her eyes ate up every inch of him, all six feet three inches. Robyn couldn’t stop her gaze from sliding over his broad shoulders, and toned physique. Sean was working the hell out of his charcoal gray suit, and as he strode toward her, she realized he was even more handsome than she remembered. Perhaps quitting his job at the Belleza and getting away from the family fold had been good for him, she thought, returning his smile. Catching a whiff of his cologne, she let the refreshing scent wash over her.

  “It’s great to see you aga
in,” he said.

  It is? Seriously? You really mean that?

  Sean enveloped her in a hug and kissed her cheek. Heat flowed through her, caused her temperature to rise. Closing her eyes, she reveled in the moment, in his uncharacteristic—but welcomed—display of affection. He was a chef in a basketball player’s body, and feeling his muscular arms draped around her waist made Robyn tingle all over. His lips felt soft, warm against her skin, and his touch caused goose bumps to prickle her flesh.

  “I’m glad you called. This reunion is long overdue.”

  He released her much too soon for her liking, but she faked a smile to hide her disappointment. “How have you been?” She finally managed to find words to speak.

  “Can’t complain,” he said. “I don’t have to ask how you’re doing. It’s obvious. I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more beautiful than you were eight months ago.”

  His words triggered memories of fine wine, soft music and passionate kisses that had left Robyn breathless. Choosing to concentrate on the present, not the past, she broke free of her thoughts and took the arm Sean offered.

  He winked at her, and a giggle tickled her throat. Robyn chided herself to get it together, to quit making eyes at her best friend’s brother. You’re a twenty-eight-year-old woman with a fantastic career and money in the bank, so why do you get nervous every time Sean’s around?

  The hostess led them through the dining room, placed the menus on their corner table and sashayed back to her post. Seconds later, a brunette with a thick Spanish accent arrived with water glasses and a bread basket. “Would you like to hear the day’s specials?”

  Robyn didn’t, but she listened patiently as the waitress spoke. The brunette chatted with Sean about the menu, then took their orders before moving on to the next table. Robyn was glad to see the waitress go, to finally have Sean all to herself. She hadn’t seen him in months and wanted to catch up with him.

  Liar! her conscience shrieked. You’re here for another kiss. Just admit it.