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  Table of Contents

  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 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

  Epilogue

  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

  Epilogue

  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 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

  Epilogue

  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

  Epilogue

  SOLD: To The Hottest Bidder

  Layla Valentine

  Contents

  Layla Valentine

  SOLD: To The Hottest Bidder

  Copyright

  Want More?

  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

  Layla Valentine

  Jay’s Lucky Baby

  Introduction

  Copyright

  Want More?

  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

  Epilogue

  Layla Valentine

  Do Me Doctor

  Introduction

  Copyright

  Want More?

  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

  Epilogue

  Layla Valentine & Ana Sparks

  Fake It For Me

  Introduction

  Want More?

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Layla Valentine

  Take Me

  Introduction

  Want More?

  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

  Epilogue

  Layla Valentine

  Steal The CEO’s Daughter

  Introduction

  Want More?

  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

  Epilogue

  SOLD: To The Hottest Bidder

  Layla Valentine

  Copyright 2017 by Layla Valentine

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  Chapter One

  Emily

  I felt my phone vibrate in my purse and hastily glanced up at the clock. It was already after five, and I knew Maddy had made reservations for six. My sister was well aware that rush hour traffic in Los Angeles was a pain to deal with, but she also knew that Cleo’s was one of the most popular new restaurants in town, and she’d had to reserve a spot when she could get it. Quickly, I gathered my files and stepped into the hall, heading for the front desk.

  I’d been looking forward to the evening for quite some time. As a nurse, it was difficult for me to find time to get out and enjoy myself. It felt like I was always either just getting off work or having to rush home and get to bed early so I could start an early shift the next morning.

  It had been a while since I’d seen my sister. Though I’m technically her older sister—by three minutes—we are identical twins. Physically identical, anyway. As far as our personalities and professions are concerned, we are as different as night and day.

  I enrolled in college as soon as I got out of high school, determined to make a career for myself in the medical field. I studied hard and worked long hours to pay for my tuition, and got a nursing job the day I was given my degree.

  Maddy, on the other hand, chose an entirely different route. Using the assets she had been blessed with, Maddy chose to pursue modeling, and had since become one of the more prominent faces to be seen on the magazine covers of Los Angeles. I didn’t envy her; in fact, I was proud of her for her ability to make it in such a viciously competitive field.

  I pulled my phone out of my purse to check my taxi app as I headed for the hospital’s exit, hoping my ride was already waiting for me. I sent a quick text to let Maddy know that I was just off work and on my way, and to go ahead and order our first round of drinks. Though we weren’t as close as we once were, Maddy knew what I liked.

  I wanted to get to the restaurant as soon as possible, but my apartment was on the way, so I decided to stop and change into something better suited for a night out. After all, it had been weeks since I had last seen my sister, and she was a professional model. Identical to her or not, I was going to have to make an effort if I wanted to look the part.

  Asking the driver to wait outside my complex and promising I’d only be five minutes, I booked it up the stairs and into my apartment. I yanked off my scrubs and the clothes under them as I walked through the living room to my bedroom.

  After slipping into a small red cocktail dress and letting my long, auburn waves fall about my shoulders, I went simple yet sultry with my makeup and spritzed on some of my favorite perfume. I couldn’t help but smile at myself as I glanced in the mirror and looked over my attire. I looked like I was getting ready for an actual date—not a date with my twin sister.

  It had been a long time since I had gone on any kind of date with a man, but I couldn’t say that I felt like I was missing anything. I was so busy juggling work with my social life, I didn’t see how I was going to fit a relationship into my schedule, anyway. Besides that, the brief encounters I did have with men often originated from them mistaking me for my sister.

  Maddy the Model. Maddy, the girl with the looks and the attitude to match. Maddy, the girl every man wanted but no man could handle. Yes, whenever I got asked out, I knew that the man in front of me wasn’t picturing some nurse walking around a hospital in scrubs—he was picturing my twin sister, rolling around on the hood of a sports car in a tiny string bikini.

  Maddy was the fun one, not me. Ever since we were young girls, she was the one who was always pushing the limits. She was the one all the boys wanted in high school, and often spent time in detention. She was the one who had all the cool stories—she was the one who had all the fun.

  I grabbed my clutch and hurried back down the stairs, hoping that my ride wasn’t too irritated with having to wait for me.

  The car was waiting in the same place I had left it, engine still running, and as I apologetically slipped into the back seat, my phone went off once more. Maddy was becoming impatient for me to get there.

  I rolled my eyes.

  A few minutes later, I was walking into Cleo’s, my heart beating with anticipation as I walked through the doors and scanned the tables for my sister.

  It wasn’t at all unusual for people to do a double take when we were in the same room together—especially considering how alike we looked but how different our fashion sense was. Even if I was dressed in something I would consider adventurous, my sister would view it as boring or conservative.

  I spotted Maddy sitting at a table near the bar, staring down at her phone. She looked up and smiled as I walked over, then quickly got up and threw her arms around me.

  “Emily! It’s so good to see you! It’s been too long!” she exclaimed, not at all concerned with the attention she drew from others in the restaurant.

  “Yes, it has! How are you?” I asked as I gave her a quick, tight squeeze.

  “Oh, you know how it goes. Been here, been there, been back again. I just got a huge shoot scheduled over in Singapore—I’m supposed to be leaving in a couple weeks.”

  Maddy ran her finger around the rim of her margarita glass as she spoke, and I felt a slight twinge of jealousy in my chest.

  “Singapore! Wow. I don’t know if I’ll ever set foot outside of the U.S., let alone go anywhere exotic.”

  My tone belied my jealousy, though I could see that Maddy sensed at least some of it.

  “I don’t know. At least you have a job that helps people. I mean, if I were to find someone all torn up and mangled from a car accident, I wouldn’t have a clue what to do with them; all I have to do is pose on a beach and look pretty.”

  Maddy had an absent look in her eyes as she spoke, but she was quick to recover with a flashy smile.

  “Yeah well, I have to admit that there are times I feel trapped in my job. It’s the same old story, day after day. I don’t work in trauma anymore, so my shifts largely consist of administering medication to patient after patient. It’s an important job, yeah—but Maddy, I’ve never done anything…daring.”

  I looked down at my drink as I spoke, ignoring the emotion that tightened my throat. Maddy reached over and placed her hand over mine, then gave it a squeeze.

  “Hey now, don’t do that. Your life is plenty exciting, and if you don’t think that it is, why don’t you do something about it?” She gave me a mischievous grin and I smiled as I shook my head.

  “And what on earth would that be? Decide to take a different way home from work one day? Ooh, that would be really adventurous!” I rolled my eyes as my sarcastic tone showed my sister how unconvinced I was, and she gave me a look.

  “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. Just do something that you wouldn’t normally do—stop thinking so hard about everything, and just do it! That’s what I do.”

  She lifted her glass to her lips and looked around the restaurant as she spoke, and I couldn’t help but notice the different men in the room all glancing our way. I briefly wondered if any of them noticed me in the shadow of my sister, or if they were all too enamored with her bold look to take any notice of the identical sister sitting across from her.

  “I would do something if I got the chance! I have to tell you, there’s not a lot of excitement that goes on at the hospital, especially in the unit where I work. I have a schedule that I stick to, and that’s about it.”

  I put my chin in my hand with my elbow on the table and looked at my sister with raised eyebrows. Maddy seemed undeterred and shook her head, allowing her own reddish-brown hair to fall over her shoulders.

  I couldn’t help but smile; even though we were in a five-star restaurant having a girl’s night out, we had both opted for loose waves and a carefree look. If there was one thing that could be said about the Shadows sisters, it wa
s that we knew how to cut loose and have a good time. After a moment of sitting in silence, a warm feeling swept over me and I suddenly realized I’d missed my sister more than I had in a long time.

  “I hate how we never have time to see each other anymore,” I murmured.

  Maddy looked up at me with a surprised look, though her eyes betrayed that she felt much the same way.

  “I miss when we were little and got to do everything together. Remember that? We were that terrible duo that everyone hid from when they saw us coming.”

  Maddy had another mischievous grin on her face and I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head, remembering what it had been like. It was true; she and I had gotten into our fair share of trouble when we were younger, though Maddy was often the one who’d pushed further than me.

  I had always been the sensible one, making sure we never did anything too bad—while she had been the one who always had the best ideas. There had been plenty of times when we’d switched places with each other, confusing even our own mother at times.

  I sat back in my chair, draping my arm on the back.

  “I remember you being the one with the ideas and me being the one who made sure you didn’t get us into too much trouble,” I teased.

  “Oh, whatever. I think you had as much fun as I did—you just were better at covering it up.” Maddy winked at me, and I smiled as I looked down at my drink.

  I often did wish that I had the same guts she did—to be willing to do anything, just because I wanted to do it. But there was always that little voice inside me, telling me to think about it, to make sure of a decision before I actually did it. To be safe.

  Maddy and I ordered our food—I had to stifle a gasp at the prices listed on the menu—with Maddy getting a salad, as expected, and me getting the pasta (both the cheapest and most carb-laden thing on the menu). Even our food choices reflected how obviously different our lifestyles and tastes were.

  As we ate, we talked about the recent happenings in our jobs (her latest work drama was her model friend stealing her ‘signature lipstick color’, while mine was our receptionist being out sick, meaning I had to man the phones on Wednesdays). Maddy told me about the half-dozen guys she’d dated and dumped since I last saw her, and I told her about the new doctor I was secretly harboring a tiny crush on, but would never have the guts to tell him.