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Journey to the Pearl
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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
www.ellorascave.com
Journey to the Pearl
ISBN 9781419914553
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Journey to the Pearl Copyright © 2008 Desiree Holt
Edited by Helen Woodall.
Cover art by Syneca.
Electronic book Publication February 2008
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales
is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
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J OURNEY TO THE P EARL
Desiree Holt
Dedication
Once again to the Muses, friends who are so special in my life, and to my own hero,
my wonderful husband, David, who has taught me how to enjoy and embrace life, and
who encouraged me to seek my success.
Journey to the Pearl
Chapter One
“I can’t believe the asshole took it with him.”
Miranda Fox stabbed a piece of sweet and sour shrimp with a vicious jab of her fork
and popped it into her mouth.
Her friend, Leslie Keller, looked at her across the table in the Chinese restaurant in
amazement. “I don’t know why not. It’s exactly the kind of thing Raoul would do.”
“Raoul.” Miranda said it as if it was a nasty word. “The name’s as phony as he is.
Why am I always fooled by a big dick and a clever pair of hands?”
Leslie sipped from the tiny cup of hot tea. “You aren’t alone in that, kiddo. I think
we all lay claim to that failing.”
“You know,” Miranda went on, “that pearl was supposed to be his gift to me. That
perfect pearl on a fine gold chain. Except he pulled that old trick of forgetting his wallet
and oh, Miranda, honey, I’ll pay you back later. I just have to buy this for you. Yeah,
right.” She pushed her plate away in disgust. “And the damned thing cost a fortune.”
Leslie burst out laughing. “I can’t figure out which pisses you off more—having
Raoul take a powder or copping that expensive piece of jewelry.”
“My own stupidity is what’s really the problem.” She refilled her own teacup.
“You’d think someone with as much money as I have would have a brain that works
better.”
“Listen to me.” Leslie leaned forward and placed her hand over her friend’s. “You
spent the last ten years building your software company into a force of nature and then
sold it to one of the biggies for an obscene amount of money. I’d say that’s using your
brain.”
“Okay. Let’s amend that. I need a brain where men are concerned.”
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