Considering Kate
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| Considering Kate |
| The Stanislaskis [6] |
| Nora Roberts |
| Harlequin Enterprises Pty Ltd, Australia (2001) |
She'd turned her back on glamour and fame and Kate Stanislaski Kimball had come home to begin a new life. The only thing more perfect than the beautiful--dilapidated--building she'd bought for her new dance school was Brody O'Connell, the frustrating, surprisingly fascinating contractor she'd hired for the renovation.
A man didn't often come across a woman as gorgeous, sensuous, provocative...and utterly irritating as Kate. But Brody was determined to resist her effortless allure. She was Natasha Stanislaski's pampered, perfect daughter, and not at all the right woman for him. But every fiber of his being longed to make her his....
Considering Kate
The Stanislaskis
Book Six
Nora Roberts
www.millsandboon.com.au
The Stanislaskis: an unforgettable family saga by #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts
Kate Stanislaski Kimball had turned her back on glamour and fame, and she’d come home to begin a new life. The only thing more perfect than the beautiful—dilapidated—building she’d bought for her new dance school was Brody O’Connell, the frustrating and surprisingly fascinating contractor she’d hired for the renovation.
But Brody was determined to resist Kate’s effortless allure. She was Natasha Stanislaski’s pampered, perfect daughter, after all. Still, every fiber of his being longed to make her his….
To my guys.
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
Epilogue
Chapter One
It was going to be perfect. She was going to see to it. Every step, every stage, every detail would be done precisely as she wanted, as she envisioned, until her dream became her reality.
Settling for less than what was exactly right was a waste of time, after all.
And Kate Kimball was not a woman to waste anything.
At twenty-five, she had seen and experienced more than a great many people did in a lifetime. When other young girls had been giggling over boys or worrying about fashion, she’d been traveling to Paris or Bonne, wearing glamorous costumes and doing extraordinary things.
She had danced for queens, and dined with princes.
She had sipped champagne at the White House, and wept with triumph and fatigue at the Bolshoi.
She would always be grateful to her parents, to the big, sprawling family who’d given her the opportunities to do so. Everything she had she owed to them.
Now it was time to start earning it herself.
Dance had been her dream for as long as she could remember. Her obsession, her brother Brandon would have said. And not, Kate acknowledged, inaccurately. There was nothing wrong with an obsession—as long as it was the right obsession and you worked for it.
God knew she’d worked for the dance.
Twenty years of practice, of study, of joy and pain. Of sweat and toe shoes. Of sacrifices, she thought. Hers, and her parents. She understood how difficult it had been for them to let her, the baby of the family, go to New York to study when she’d been only seventeen. But they’d never offered her anything but support and encouragement.