Spend My Life with You

Spend My Life with You
Donna Hill

Descended from a legendary political dynasty, Lee Ann Lawson has been the glue that holds her sprawling clan together.But being primary caregiver has meant putting her own dreams on hold. Preston Graham is about to change all that. From the moment they meet—at an estate in Baton Rouge—Lee Ann can't stop thinking about the ambitious, seductive junior senator from Louisiana. All his life, Preston has focused on only one thing: rising up the political ladder.Marriage isn't even on the ballot. Until Lee Ann. The passion she arouses is hot, irresistible. . . and all-consuming. Can he convince the senator's daughter to toss her hat in the ring—by giving her heart to him and a love that comes only once in a lifetime?

The moment they crossed the threshold, Preston took Lee Ann into his arms. He caressed her cheek with his fingertips, trailing down the curve of her neck, sending shivers of delight racing through her body.

She sighed with pleasure, and the sweet sound of it deepened Preston’s arousal. Lee Ann wrapped her arms around his neck as the desire to give herself totally to him pounded in her veins.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he breathed in her ear.

“Lead the way,” she whispered seductively.

He kissed her once more, twirling his tongue against hers, before they mounted the stairs together. When they reached the top, he opened his bedroom door and swept her up into his arms. He crossed the room and eased them both down onto the bed.

“I dreamed about this last night,” she said softly.

“Now we can make it real,” he said, before taking her lips with his own in a long, searing kiss.

About the Author

DONNA HILL began writing novels in 1990. Since then, she has had more than forty titles published, including full-length novels and novellas. Two of her novels and one novella were adapted for television. Donna has won numerous awards for her body of work. The editor of five novels, two of which were nominated for awards, she moves easily from romance to erotica, horror, comedy and women’s fiction. Donna was the first recipient of the RT Book Reviews Trailblazer Award and currently teaches writing at the Frederick Douglass Creative Arts Center.

Donna lives in Brooklyn with her family. Visit her website at www.donnahill.com.

Dear Reader,

Welcome to the exciting world of my brand-new family miniseries, the Lawsons of Louisiana. Following the success—thanks to you—of my Pause for Men and The Ladies Cartel miniseries, I began to think about what direction my next work would take. I’d been asked and had thought about doing a family series for a while and finally the opportunity presented itself. The idea of bringing to the page a dynamic, powerful, sexy, politically connected family began to take shape. And what better time than now to showcase the beauty and power of a black political family?

The first character that came to me full-blown was Rafe Lawson. OMG! I had a thing for him before he was even fully formed. Then there are his twin sisters, Dominique and Desiree—identical in looks but as different as apples and oranges. Justin is the youngest, dashing brother who you will see come into his own over the course of the series.

To kick things off is the eldest sister, Lee Ann. When she meets Jr. Senator Preston Graham, there’s no telling what will happen between them, save for a little bit of scandal and a whole lot of passion.

I’m so excited about the Lawsons and I hope you will enjoy each and every one of their stories, beginning with Spend My Life with You.

I’d love to hear from you. Send your thoughts to dhassistant@gmail.com and be sure to tell a friend!

Until next time,

Donna

Other Books by Donna Hill

Kimani Romance

Love Becomes Her

If I Were Your Woman

After Dark

Sex and Lies

Seduction and Lies

Temptation and Lies

Longing and Lies

Private Lessons

Spend My Life with You

Spend My Life with You

DONNA

HILL

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Chapter 1

Lee Ann Lawson leaned toward her dressing table mirror and fastened the diamond studs into her ears, just as the booming voice of her father called out to her from the other side of the Louisiana mansion.

“Coming!” she called back, tightening the belt of her white silk robe around her slim waist and wondering as she padded barefoot along the winding hallway what it was that he couldn’t find. She smiled inwardly and prepared herself to fuss over her daddy for the next few minutes. She was stopped halfway when one of her twin sisters, Dominique, leaped out from her bedroom door, hands planted boldly on her round hips.

“Sis, would you please tell my darling dull twin that this dress does not show too much cleavage!” She flashed a scowling look at her mirror image, who sat demurely on a cushioned foot stool.

Lee Ann looked Dominique up and down. Of the two, Dominique was always the flamboyant one, ready at the drop of a hat to be the center of attention. And her dress definitely did that. Cut in the front to nearly her navel, the sparkling silver floor-length gown barely held her size Cs in place.

“You sure your dolls aren’t going to pop out and introduce themselves at the party?” Lee Ann asked, only half in jest.

Desiree covered her mouth and laughed. “Told you, Dom. And it’s the same thing Mama would have said.”

Dominique pouted. “I have a cover-up.”

“Be sure you have it with you,” she warned. She peeked around Dominique. “You look beautiful, Desi. And you, too, Dom,” she said with a big-sister wink.

“Lee Ann!” Branford bellowed.

The sisters exchanged a knowing look as Lee Ann hurried down the hallway. The voices of her brothers Rafe and Justin floated to her from the main room below. She couldn’t wait to see her handsome brothers all decked out. She tapped on her father’s door.

“Come in.”

She pushed the partially opened door and stepped inside. Even after five years, she still had not adjusted to the reality that every night her father slept alone and that their beloved mother was no longer with them. As the oldest girl, she’d stepped into the role of caregiver for her mother during her mother’s long illness and then the caregiver for her family—her father in particular.

“Hey, Daddy. Sorry, I got waylaid by those girls.” She laughed lightly and crossed the circular room to where her father sat on the edge of the king-size bed struggling with his cuff links. “Here, let me.” Her slender honey-toned fingers moved expertly to insert the onyx cufflinks and fasten them.

“You fix me up just like your mama, God rest her soul,” he murmured and affectionately patted Lee Ann’s hand.