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    Concealed Love
    Concealed Love
    Concealed Love
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    Concealed Love

    By Sonja L Myburgh

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    When Leah Cassidy has a one night stand with a guy dressed up as a skeleton at a Halloween party, she writes it off as a momentary lapse of judgment. Unfortunately, that lapse comes back to her when she finds out that she is pregnant.
    When Bigshot defense attorney, Benjamin O'Connor meets a gorgeous redhead named Leah in the rain just outside the courthouse, he is instantly smitten with her, which has never happened to him before. They meet again in a strange twist of fate, and Benjamin knows that he should take his chance before it's too late.
    As Leah starts to fall for Ben, she musters up the courage to tell him about the pregnancy.
    Will he freak out and leave like most of the men she had dated, or will he man up and be a father to a child that isn't even his?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSonja L Myburgh
    Release dateDec 28, 2017
    ISBN9781386646808
    Concealed Love
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    Sonja L Myburgh

    Sonja L Myburgh lives in Port Elizabeth, South Africa with her husband Mark, and her busy toddler, Aimee. She is the author of romance novels On The Line, A Bullet For You, If You Only Knew, Between Rubies and Opals, and historical fantasy trilogy, Return To Salem.  Her latest release, Waiting On Normal is based on true events and revolves around the diary entries of Callie, a girl with bipolar disorder, documenting her struggles, as well as her accomplishments, with this highly misunderstood disorder. Sonja started writing ever since she could remember, and even from a very young age, she enjoyed writing essays, short stories and enjoyed reading. "I was that kid in class who had their hand up first when it came to oral, and every day I'd pray for an essay assignment. Yeah, I was that kid."  "Writing, to me, is like therapy, which is what all us writers needs! I love writing because it allows me to express myself in words and then ultimately letting others read them." -If a writer of prose knows enough about what he is writing about, he may omit things that he knows and the reader, if the writer is writing truly enough, will have a feeling of those things as strongly as though the writer had stated them. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one-eighth of it being underwater. - Ernest Hemingway

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      Concealed Love - Sonja L Myburgh

      Concealed Love

      A Billionaire Romance Novelette

      Sonja L Myburgh

      Prologue

      Leah

      T his was a stupid idea , I muttered as I glanced at myself in the mirror. I look stupid.

      No, you don’t. You look great.

      I turned to my older sister, Candice and rolled my eyes.

      Honestly you do. In all fairness, you will feel stupid. You haven’t sprayed your hair this ghastly green color, and your makeup isn't on yet.

      People are going to run away when they see me.

      It’s a Halloween party, that’s kind of the point, she said with an eye-roll that could put any teenager to shame.

      This is all your fault you know, I muttered.

      Yeah, I know, she mumbled behind me as she shook the can of green hairspray.

      I didn't know how Candice managed to talk me into going to this stupid Halloween party in the first place, but there was no way out of it now. She was the one who told me about this party, and she was also supposed to come along with me, but she was due to fly to Seattle in two hours, and she had to leave for the airport soon. When she first told me about it, we planned out costumes in advance. Then her boss decided to be a dick and she had to go to Seattle to meet with a few clients. Of course, that was the same day as the party.

      We could have been two gorgeous, shiny and sparkly mermaids, but now I’m stuck in this solo get-up.

      You’ll be the hottest Beetlejuice there.

      I turned around and glared at her. Please don’t make me go to this thing without you.

      I wish I could go with you, but I can’t sis.

      My shoulders slumped and I knew she meant every word.

      Are you going to be okay with your makeup? she asked.

      I’m a pro, of course, I will be.

      I didn't call myself a pro because I was overly confident or anything like that. I was a professional makeup artist. I specialized in glamor, evening and wedding makeup, but lately, I’ve tried my hand at fantasy and Halloween makeup. It was fun, and I loved my job to the core.

      That is true, but you’re doing it on yourself. That’s much harder.

      She was right. It was one thing to do elaborate and intricate designs on someone else, but it was an entirely different ball game doing that exact same thing on myself. Mostly because my view was limited, but also because by the time I am done with a full face, I’ve sweated most of it off.

      An occupational hazard, I believe.

      I’ll be fine.

      She looked at me and sighed. I really wish I didn't have to go to Seattle. I was looking forward to tonight.

      I turned on my stool and nodded. Me too, but there’s always next year, right?

      Right, she said and glanced at her watch. I have to get going.

      I stood up and walked with her to the door. Have a safe flight, sis.

      I’ll text you when I land, but I have a feeling you won’t be checking your messages.

      And why do you say that?

      I have a feeling that tonight is going to turn out to be one special night.

      Right, because your feelings are never wrong.

      They haven't been wrong so far, have they?

      No, I said and rolled my eyes.

      Have fun tonight, and don’t bring any nincompoops back to your place.

      I won’t, I chuckled, but I knew Candice was being serious.

      She had witnessed all of my bad relationships so far, and she was right. I did have a tendency to pick out the biggest nincompoop out of all of them.

      Tonight, however, since Candice wasn't there to filter out the assholes, I had to be on guard.

      She gave me a hug that lasted longer than all the others and she left.

      After locking the door behind me, one could never be too careful since it’s Halloween when all the freaks come out to play, I went back into my room and started to do my hair and my makeup to finish my Beetlejuice costume. I had a pair of black and white striped pants on, with a matching jacket, and a tight-fitting black top, paired with a pair of short black ankle boots. I sprayed my hair with a green hair spray, right up to my scalp, which I will most definitely be regretting tomorrow morning.

      The makeup was relatively easy – I just had to do purple-black circles around my eyes, and random splotches of green all around my face, to give me an undead type of look. When I was done, I took a quick photo of myself and sent it to Candice. I didn't expect her to reply immediately, but her words made me feel much better.

      Like I said, the hottest Beetlejuice at the party.

      It still felt strange walking into the party by myself, but I had to admit, even with my green hair and my frightful fashion sense, I felt great.

      The party was held at the Los Angeles Country club – Candice was an event planner who handled most of the club’s events, hence the invite. She knew how much I loved Halloween as a kid, and I still did, so for the last three years, we’d gone together. It was always amazing, from the decorations to the food – everything was simply perfect.

      Candice would have been proud had she been with me tonight, but somehow I knew that she had her hand in this anyway, whether she was there or not.

      Maybe she was right. Maybe tonight would be special after all.

      I recognized quite a few people from last time and I went over to them. Admittedly, it felt wrong to be there without Candice, but as the drinks started flowing and the music started playing, I started having fun. People were getting wasted, dancing inappropriately, but I didn't care. It was Halloween and people were allowed to get freaky.

      Throughout the night, I noticed a guy dressed in a black suit with the most intricate skull design on his face. It was gorgeous, to be honest. I couldn't stop looking at him. Even though I couldn't make out his face under the thick black and white makeup, he was hot. His shoulders were broad in his suit jacket, and the way he walked and talked made my knees go weak. He would catch me looking at him several times and he probably thought I was stalking him or something.

      Later on in the night, I stood by the bar wanting to order a drink and

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