Held Captive By Love by Sandy Anton Page A

her finger.  It was smooth and cool and fitted perfectly.  Jenna gazed at it, still amazed at everything that it represented.  She wanted to look at it forever. 
      And she would get to, she realized.  She would get to spend the rest of her life looking at the diamond, just like she would get to spend the rest of her life looking at Fernando Gomez.
      Taking both her hands, she grasped his face and pulled it towards her own.  Their lips met in warmth, passion, and love, their combined energies colliding together and swirling up into one frenzied tornado.  Together.  As one.
      Nothing could have been more right.
     
    The End

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    Billionaire: Chauffeur Driven Desire (Work Encounters)
    A romance driven by loneliness and desire
    By: Sandy Anton
    Chapter 1
    Teresa Corey rubbed her aching temples as she gazed out the window at the hilltop mansions flying by.  It had been a long day and every muscle in her was beyond ready to take a warm bath and fall asleep.  It was also Friday, though, and even though her body was tired she herself was feeling anxious.
    What was it most twenty-seven year olds were doing on Friday nights?  Teresa sighed.  Most of the women her age in the Los Angeles area were probably currently doing their make-up in anticipation of a night of dancing with friends or a knock on the door, which would lead to being picked up by smiling men who would whisk them off to candle-lit dates.  And the ones who weren't single were maybe snuggling up on their couches with their husbands or feeding their babies and chasing their toddlers around the house.
      What about Teresa?  She was riding back to San Bernardino after a frenzied afternoon of meetings and conference calls.  It was a busy time of year. All of the hottest fashion designers were about to unveil their fall lines, and Teresa was eager to be among the best this year.  Her clothing line was still in its infancy. It had only been two years since she'd first stitched together a few summer frocks by hand and had her casual friend Jesse put them up in the window of his Santa Monica boutique, but since then the business had been growing by leaps and bounds.
      Teresa loved it, as stressful as it was.  The best thing about being busy was that it kept her mind off of other things.  Like the empty cottage waiting for her in San Bernardino.  She bit her lip, tears beginning to blur her vision.
    It had been three years since Alexander had died, and Teresa's life had changed drastically since that day.  Her husband had left his entire inheritance to her. Not just the money, but his monolith of a wine business as well.  He had wanted to make sure she was taken care of after his death, but Teresa had never wanted to go into the world of vineyards, so instead she'd sold the business and the house in Beverly Hills, taking only what she needed to begin her fashion line and buy her simple San Bernardino home.  The rest she'd donated to charity, and that had been that.
    It hadn't been an easy transition though.  It wasn't until after Alexander's funeral, when everyone suddenly seemed to disappear, that Teresa suddenly saw just how incredibly alone she was.  She had 'friends', sure, but when it came down to it, all of her friendships