Robin King lives up to the legendary name of Robin Hood more than he should—a bigshot billionaire and successor of King enterprises, a Prince of Mischief and a rogue who steals hearts … and maybe even a few kisses. He never thought he’d follow the storyline so closely, until the day he gets in trouble with the law and pays the price—all for protecting his younger sister Scarlett.
Taken in by an Outlaw
Marian is a hard-hitting reporter … or would be if the New England Chronicle would stop assigning her puff pieces. Now she has the chance to prove herself, but it could prove her undoing—since the story of a lifetime might just be Robin King, a ruthless scoundrel, who she swore would never break her heart again.
Making New England Olde again
Together, they must overcome their differences to save their hometown from thieves and corruption. And they’d better do it before someone gets killed. As danger lurks closer, legend becomes life, and Robin’s feelings for Marian deepen as he struggles with sharing the secrets that could clear his name and ruin his sister.”
Robin’s eyes crinkled up at the sides, his focus entirely on her like they were the only ones in the New England mansion. “Name the target, Marian,” he whispered.
She uncrossed her arms, not able to endure anymore, and pointed to a spot furthest from them where the blue center of a plaster yellow flower decorated the molding of the wall. “There’s your target.” Her smile felt impish. “Not even you are that good!”
“I accept your wager,” Robin said.
Little John surprised her by releasing a bark of laughter. “Well, that just happened!” Glancing over at Marian, he asked, “What about you? What do you win from Robin if he misses?”
“Two kisses?” Robin guessed wickedly.
Midge erupted into chortles. “Ew, no!” He whacked Robin in the arm, making him wince.
Goaded on by Robin’s teasing, she lifted a shoulder. “If Robin misses then he can never call me his Maid Marian again.”
“Oh?” Robin made a show of acting like he was wounded. “Should I call you my lady instead?”
“No! No more nicknames. We’re not children anymore.”
“Hmm, I’ve just upped the stakes.” Robin tested the tip of his arrow. “When I win, I’ll take two kisses.”
Midge jumped between them, tugging on both their arms. “Marian! He’s going to kiss you all over.”
Robin gave a sharp intake of breath, looking rueful as the young boy innocently parroted his intentions. “Midge!”
Midge shrugged. “What? You don’t miss. You’ve already lost the wager, Marian! You’ll see.”
