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Harper Sutton... Kate Harper wakes on board a jet with a new fate waiting for her. She soon realises the devastating impact of Philip Cooper's secrets and in order to escape his deadly grasp she must trust Alexis Cooper - the woman she despises most in this world.Once again Luke Sutton relies on his past to save Kate, but this time he is not alone. On a journey to find the truth and save their future together, they both get more than they bargain for. Can they survive a skeleton from Luke's past that comes searching for retribution? This time, it is not just about the two of themWhat would you do for love?PASSION, POSSESSION, POWER

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Publié par	Troubador Publishing Ltd
Date de parution	15 février 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781838598129
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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34 Weeks And One Day…
Harper Sutton
Acknowledgments
I have so many people to thank, not only for their support, but also for believing in me.
My amazing family have been by my side through the ups and downs, laughter and tears, moments of ‘can I do this’ and moments of doubt. I could not have done it without you. In addition, my friends – who are my lifeline, my extended family – who have held my hand along the way.
Thank you to all the readers of Harper’s Fate and Harper’s Fortune, your continued support in the love story of Kate and Luke has been overwhelming.
Thank you for all your shares and likes on Facebook, I am indebted to you all. Thank you also for supporting me through Instagram, where I have shared the Harper’s series and also met some incredible women – you know who you are, and I am so grateful for your continued support and friendship.
This journey would not have been possible without Erica and Sophie from EKC, and Luke and Brendan from FMC – did I mention I have a new book?! Finally, Jane Hammett, my amazing editor, who has taught me so many lessons that will stay with me forever.
Chase your dreams…
Kate Harper and Luke Sutton have been on a wild journey, taking myself and my readers with them… Maybe one day they will return, watch this space.
1
A humming echoes through my head. I open my eyes and try to focus, but I’m completely disorientated.
‘Boss, she’s awake!’ a man yells.
Slowly I begin to absorb my surroundings. Shit. I’m on a jet – a private jet similar to Luke’s, the same plane we took to Venice five days ago to get married.
‘Pleased you could join us, Miss Harper – I mean, Mrs Sutton.’
My skin crawls. I know who’s speaking. A short, balding man stands in front of me. I close my eyes. This isn’t real. It can’t be. A flashback to the front door bursting open at Sandbanks almost stops me from breathing. I open my eyes to see my worst nightmare: Philip Cooper.
He leers over me, wearing an expression that scares me. This has to do with my inherited Bagrov and Cooper shares. It must be. I think back to a few hours ago, when Alexis Cooper told me that her father, Philip, planted the bomb at Luke’s house in South Kensington that almost killed him six months ago.
But where is he taking me? I’m no use to him. Unless he’s heard that Luke is planning to take over my shares?
I try to think. Would Luke have instructed his lawyers to start buying my Bagrov and Cooper shares? It’s too soon for anyone to have found out. Keep your mouth shut, Kate Harper , goes around and around in my head. No problem. I am silenced by fear.
He looks at his watch. ‘One hour, then your fate – and my fortune – will be revealed. Let’s just say your finale will be… memorable.’
I look around the jet. ‘Where are you taking me?’
‘At last she speaks,’ he says. ‘Have you ever wondered if that pretty little mouth is what gets you into trouble?’ He runs his fingers along my jawline, brushing my lower lip with his thumb. I turn my head and push his hand away.
‘Don’t touch me,’ I whisper.
With no warning he grabs hold of my long blonde hair and yanks my head towards him.
‘I’ll touch you if I want.’
Fuck – this is wrong. My dread is spiralling out of control.
‘Daddy,’ a voice murmurs from the far corner of the plane.
Philip releases my hair and turns. I look across the plane. It’s Alexis Cooper, Philip’s daughter. He walks towards her.
‘You promised me no one would get hurt,’ she says.
‘I told you to sit there and be quiet.’ His harsh voice echoes through my entire body.
She bows her head, and her short dark hair curtains her face. This isn’t the superbitch Alexis I know. She looks scared. Yes, she’s my enemy, but earlier today she tried to save me. What am I missing? He wants my late mother’s company, I get that, but why are we both here?
‘You nearly killed Luke,’ I say.
‘I assume my daughter has been shooting her mouth off.’
He raises his hand and strikes Alexis hard across the face. Her head hits the aircraft window.
Holy shit, this is his daughter! Our love–hate relationship is far from my mind as I run to her defence. ‘Leave her alone!’
Philip shoves me hard in the chest, causing me to fall.
‘Sit the fuck down, unless you want some of this too.’ He raises his hand threateningly.
I scurry to my seat, my body shaking and my heart beating frantically. I push up the cuff of Luke’s sweatshirt and grip what lies beneath it. My birthday gift: a watch with a built-in tracking device. For the first time, I am grateful for Luke’s need to control everything in his life. I close my eyes as I remember his last words: Stay alive, Kate. I will find you.
Please find me, Luke.

The rest of the journey feels like an eternity. At least I’m still alive. After a bumpy landing, the aircraft taxis to a halt. My fate awaits , Philip Cooper said. What did he mean?
Philip leaves his seat and heads down the gangway. ‘Tie their hands together,’ he orders.
‘Yeah, boss.’ The man dressed in black answers and pulls my arms. ‘Don’t move.’ He begins to bind my wrists. I look across at Alexis. Another man is tying her wrists.
The men pull us towards the exit. I squint in the sunshine, and look around. Crap. It looks familiar. We’re surrounded by barren wasteland. No passport control. It’s obviously a tiny airport – if it’s even an airport. Reminds me of when I met my elusive Russian father eight months ago. Where the hell are we?
Philip rallies his troops while Alexis and I stand behind him with our guards. She looks at me then bows her head. Undoubtedly Philip’s violent behaviour started long before today, and I now feel a different emotion towards the woman I have despised since we met: empathy.
‘You all have your location points? As you know, the exchange will not take place until tomorrow lunchtime. It needs to run smoothly. Walsh, check in with the team at the house,’ Philip bellows.
A tall, dark-haired man steps forward. ‘All sorted.’
‘Good. Let the fun commence,’ Philip says and smiles.
Fun! Furthermore, what exchange?
‘Move,’ the guard says, yanking on my arm and dragging me towards one of four black 4×4s waiting in a row. Alexis is taken to another car.
‘Oi, eyes forward,’ the guard says and pulls my arms.
In my mind, I can hear Luke’s voice – not my husband’s normal voice, but his military voice. Commander Sutton. Stay calm and think on your feet, Harper. With that thought, I see my first clue: the number plate of the 4×4. Jesus Christ. Russia may well be in my blood, but I’ve had enough visits here to last a lifetime. This is my second, and I pray it’s my last.
The man opens the passenger door. ‘Get in,’ he says. Without hesitation I climb in.
‘Scoot over.’
I scramble across and he slides in next to me. Another man is already sitting behind the steering wheel. I scan the area, but there is nothing for miles. Then the front passenger door opens and Philip Cooper gets in.
‘Let’s go,’ he says to the driver.
‘Where are we going?’ I ask.
‘Make sure Walsh leads the convoy. Follow close behind. I don’t want any gaps left for a possible intervention. Got it?’
Intervention?
‘Yeah,’ the driver responds.
I take a deep breath. ‘I know we’re in Russia.’
Philip ignores me and checks his phone. ‘The lodge is ready. We need to stick to the route we planned.’
‘My real father lives here – in Russia. He’s ruthless.’ This isn’t a coincidence – I’m sure of it. ‘He will know I’m here.’ I pray he is watching me.
Philip looks over his shoulder. ‘Shut her up.’ He waves his hand to the man holding my arm, who clamps both hands around my throat, squeezing my neck and compressing my windpipe. Holy shit, this is it! My legs thrash against the seat and I slap his hands away. I try to breathe but I can feel my lungs labouring. I can’t breathe…
‘Enough! I need her alive, which is a fucking shame.’
He lets go. I cough and splutter, gasping for air. My hands touch my neck, which feels bruised. I fight back tears, wanting to appear strong, not terrified that I was seconds away from death. Please find me, Luke.
‘Cover her head,’ Philip says, looking at me. ‘I suggest you keep quiet, bitch, or you will have a repeat performance – and this time I won’t be so fucking nice.’
The burly man next to me picks up a black cloth from the floor and slides it over my head. I take a deep breath, hoping to calm my trembling body. I think of Luke: what would he do? Other than kick their fucking arses? Think, Kate, think.