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  Is it a real reunion, or one for the cameras? It’s a second-chance romance from USA TODAY bestselling author Catherine Mann!

  Football star Henri Reynaud won’t let his career go down without a fight. If the only way to win is to reconcile with his estranged wife, he’ll do what it takes. But spending time with Fiona Harper-Reynaud isn’t just some ruse. The sultry beauty belongs in his bed.

  Fiona doesn’t know where her sexy husband’s public act ends and his real feelings begin. Can she afford to fall a second time for the man every female wants? One thing is undeniable—their attraction has never flared hotter!

  Henri needed to touch her, to wrap her in his arms.

  She was sexy—a tangle of tousled hair and pure fire. And in this setting—in the middle of the garden in that peach dress—she looked like a nymph those classical artists were always capturing.

  He could sense the answering awareness in her, a heat she’d denied too often these past months. Now, extending a hand, he trailed it along the length of her lithe arm. Gentle pressure, the kind that used to drive her wild with anticipation. She turned to face him, leaning into his light touch.

  Reaching for her hand, he threaded his fingers through hers, locking them together in that one, small way. He was holding on to her.

  Could he hold on to them?

  * * *

  Reunited with the Rebel Billionaire is part of the Bayou Billionaires series: Secrets and scandal are a Cajun family legacy for the Reynaud brothers!

  Dear Reader,

  Marriage is tough. Just ask anyone who’s been married. It’s work when things are going well, and then when life throws in a speed bump? Holy cow, hold on for a rocky ride. Henri and Fiona Reynaud face a tremendous health challenge in their marriage and it has threatened to tear them apart. Their journey back to rediscovering love and an even stronger bond was an honor to write.

  Reunited with the Rebel Billionaire is book three in the Bayou Billionaires family saga of the Reynaud brothers. And while this book stands alone as a read, I hope you’ll check out all four of the stories: His Pregnant Princess Bride (by Catherine Mann) and His Secretary’s Surprise Fiancé (by Joanne Rock) are both out now as well, and book four, Secret Baby Scandal (also by Joanne Rock), will be released in May 2016.

  Joanne and I have had a blast writing about the Reynaud brothers, well-known in Louisiana, where their football exploits—whether in passing yards or in unconventional draft picks—are as much a topic of conversation as the women in their lives.

  As they say in Louisiana, “Bienvenue en Louisiane!” (“Welcome to Louisiana!”)

  Cheers,

  CatherineMann.com

  REUNITED WITH THE REBEL BILLIONAIRE

  Catherine Mann

  USA TODAY bestselling author Catherine Mann has penned over fifty novels, released in more than twenty countries. A RITA® Award winner, she holds a master’s degree in theater and enjoys bringing that dramatic flair to her stories. Catherine and her military husband live in Florida, where they brought up their four children. Their nest didn’t stay empty long, though, as Catherine is president of the Sunshine State Animal Rescue. For more information, visit catherinemann.com.

  Books by Catherine Mann

  Harlequin Desire

  A Christmas Baby Surprise

  Sheltered by the Millionaire

  Diamonds in the Rough

  One Good Cowboy

  Pursued by the Rich Rancher

  Pregnant by the Cowboy CEO

  The Alpha Brotherhood

  An Inconvenient Affair

  All or Nothing

  Playing for Keeps

  Yuletide Baby Surprise

  For the Sake of Their Son

  Bayou Billionaires

  His Pregnant Princess Bride

  Reunited with the Rebel Billionaire

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  To Dannielle—a strong, proactive survivor with one of the most generous hearts I’ve ever encountered. You inspire me.

  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

  Excerpt from One Night Charmer by Maisey Yates

  One

  Fiona Harper-Reynaud was married to American Sports magazine’s “Hottest Athlete of the Year” for two years running.

  She hadn’t married the New Orleans Hurricanes’ star quarterback for his looks. In fact, she’d always been drawn to the academic sort more than the jock type. But when that jock happened to be visiting an art gallery fund-raiser she’d been hosting for her father, she’d been intrigued. When Henri Reynaud had shown an appreciation and understanding of the nuances of botanic versus scenic art, she’d fallen hook, line and sinker into those dreamy, intelligent dark eyes of his. His eyes were the color of coffee and carried just as strong a jolt.

  Still, she’d held back because of her own history with relationships, and yes, two broken engagements. Held back for all of a couple of weeks. And ever since then her life hadn’t stopped spiraling out of control.

  Sure, they’d eloped because they’d thought she was pregnant. But she’d loved him so intensely, so passionately, reason scattered like petals from a windswept azalea. They hadn’t realized until it was too late they had no substantive foundation in their marriage when difficult times came their way. And what little base they’d built upon had crumbled quickly.

  Especially right now.

  In two short hours, Fiona would be greeting the elite community of New Orleans for her latest fund-raiser, purely in a volunteer capacity. Any time a foundation offered to pay, she donated the funds back to the charity. She believed deeply in the causes she supported and was grateful to have the wealth and time to help.

  But the pressure of the high-glitz affair wasn’t what rattled her. The doctor visit today had her scared, and more determined than ever she couldn’t continue a marriage built on anything but love. Certainly not built only on obligation.

  She switched her phone to speaker and placed it on the antique dresser, one of many beautiful pieces in the home she shared with Henri in New Orleans’s gracious and historic Garden District. Her eyes lingered on the crystal-framed photograph of her with Henri from a trip they’d taken to Paris a few years back. Their smiles caught her off guard.

  Had her life ever been that happy? The version of herself in the photograph felt like a stranger now.

  She’d been so focused on the photograph, she almost forgot she was on the phone with Adelaide, her future sister-in-law and longtime personal assistant to Henri’s half brother Dempsey. At long last the two were engaged. Their love had taken longer to bloom, unlike Henri’s impulsive proposal to Fiona.

  Blinking, Fiona shifted her attention back to the conversation. To her family. She internally laughed at that thought. Family implied closeness and solidarity. Instead of that, she felt numbingly alone and isolated.

  And there was no reason f
or that. The Reynaud family was large and the majority of them resided right here in New Orleans. Two of her husband’s brothers lived in a private compound of homes on Lake Pontchartrain. And they’d be at that compound tonight for the fund-raiser.

  Star athletes, celebrities and politicians would gather and mingle for Fiona’s newest cause. Conversation would fill the air. And if her past events were any indication, she would raise the funds necessary to open up the new animal shelter.

  She perched on the delicate Victorian settee at the end of her four-poster bed. She pulled on one thigh-high stocking as she listened to her future sister-in-law rattle off the wines, liquors and other beverages delivered.

  Still caught in the past, when she’d fallen hard for Henri Reynaud, she rolled the silk socking up her other leg. Henri had chased her relentlessly until she’d begun to believe him when he said he adored her mind every bit as much as her body.

  Her body.

  Hands shaking, she tugged the band on her thigh into place. She couldn’t afford to think about those days before their marriage turned rocky, only to have him stay with her because of her health. She respected his honor, even as it hurt her to the core to lose his love. But she couldn’t accept anything less than honest emotion.

  Which meant she had to keep her secret. She tugged a wrinkle from her stocking and continued her phone conversation with Adelaide. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me out with tonight’s fund-raiser.”

  “Glad to lend my help. I wish you would ask more often.”

  “I didn’t want to impose or make you feel pressured before when Dempsey was your boss.” She’d known Adelaide for years, but only recently had they all learned of her romance with Dempsey Reynaud.

  “But now that we’re going to be sisters-in-law, I’m fair game?”

  “Oh, um, I’m sorry.” Her mind was so jumbled today. “I didn’t mean that the way it came out.”

  “No need to apologize,” Adelaide said, laughing softly. “Truly. I was just teasing. I’m really glad to lend a hand. It’s a great cause. You do so much for charity—it’s an inspiration.”

  “Well, I would have been an inspiring failure if not for your help today setting up the party at the compound.” The main family compound on Lake Pontchartrain was larger and more ornate than Fiona and Henri’s personal getaway. They’d purchased the place for privacy, a space she could decorate in her own antique, airy style in contrast to the palatial Greek Revival and Italianate mansions that made up the bulk of the family compound. She was grateful for the privacy right now as she readied herself for the party and steadied her nerves.

  “Emergencies crop up for everyone. Did you sort things out with your car?” Traces of concern laced Adelaide’s voice.

  Fiona winced. She didn’t like lying to people, but if she admitted to seeing the doctor today that would trigger questions she was still too shaken to answer. After years of fertility treatments, she was used to keeping her medical history and heartbreak secret. “All is well, Adelaide. Thank you.”

  Or at least she hoped all was well. The doctor told her she shouldn’t worry.

  Easier said than done after all she had been through. Worrying had become her natural state, her automatic reflex lately.

  “Glad to hear it. I emailed you the changes made to the menu so you can cross-check with the receipts.”

  “Changes?” Anxiety coiled in Fiona’s chest. Normally she rolled with last-minute changes. They presented her with an opportunity to become more creative in the execution of the event. Every event she’d ever run had called for an adjustment or two. But her mind was elsewhere and her deeply introspective state made dealing with these external changes difficult.

  “There were some last-minute problems with getting fresh mushrooms, so I made substitutions. Do you want me to go over them now?” Keys clicked in the background.

  “Of course not. I trust your taste and experience.” And she did.

  “If you need my help with anything else, let me know.” Adelaide hesitated until the sound of someone else speaking then leaving the room faded. “I’m comfortable in my work world, but my future role and responsibilities as a Reynaud spouse will be new territory to me.”

  And Fiona’s time as a Reynaud wife was drawing to an end, even if the family didn’t know it yet. Her heart sank. “You are a professional at this. You could take any event to a whole new level. Just make sure to find what you want your niche to be. The men in this family can steamroll right over a person.” The words tumbled out of her mouth, and her cool, collected front began to crumble.

  “Fiona...” Concern tinged her voice. “Are you okay?”

  “Don’t mind me. I’m fine. I’ll see you soon. I need to get changed.” She couldn’t attend the event in stockings, a thong and a bra. No matter how fine the imported Italian lace. “Thanks again.” She disconnected and slid her sapphire-blue gown from the end of the bed.

  She stepped into the floor-length dress, the silk chiffon a cool glide over her skin, the dress and underwear strategically designed. The fabric fit snugly in a swathe around her breasts and hips, with a looser pleated skirt grazing her ankles. A sequin-studded belt complemented her glinting diamond chandelier earrings.

  No one would see her scars. No one other than her husband and doctors knew.

  Double mastectomy.

  Reconstruction.

  Prophylactic—preventative. In hopes of evading the disease that had claimed her mother, her aunt and her grandmother.

  Fiona had never had breast cancer. But with her genetics, she couldn’t afford to take the risk. She pressed the dress to her chest and tried not to think of the doctor’s words today about a suspicious reading on her breast MRI that could be nothing. The doctor said the lump was almost certainly benign fat necrosis. But just to be safe he wanted to biopsy...

  The creaking of the opening door startled her. Her dress slid down and she grabbed it by the embellished straps, pressing it back to her chest even though she knew only one person would walk in unannounced.

  Her husband.

  America’s hottest athlete for two years running.

  And the man she hadn’t slept with since her surgery six months ago.

  Henri’s hands fell to rest on her shoulders, his breath caressing her neck. “Need help with the zipper?”

  * * *

  Henri took risks in his job on a regular basis. Sure, his teammates worked their asses off to prevent a hard tackle from his blind side, but he understood and accepted that every time he stepped onto the field, he could suffer a career-ending injury.

  Fans called him brave. Sports analysts sometimes labeled him reckless. The press branded him fearless.

  They were all wrong.

  He’d been scared as hell every day since the doctors declared Fiona had inherited her family’s cancer gene. It didn’t matter that their marriage had been on the rocks. He’d been rocked to his foundation. Still was.

  Henri clenched her shoulders so his hands wouldn’t shake. Even the smallest touch between them was filled with tension. And not in the way that made him weak in the knees. “Your zipper?”

  With a will of their own, his eyes took in the long exposed line of her neck, her deep brown hair corralled by a thin braid so that lengthy, loose curls cascaded in a narrow path down her back. He looked farther down her spine to the small of her back that called to him to touch, to kiss in a lingering, familiar way. But he’d lost the right. She’d made that clear when he’d tried to reconcile after the doctor’s prognosis.

  “Thank you. Yes, please,” she said, glancing over her shoulder nervously and pulling her hair aside, the strands so dark they almost appeared black at night. He hated seeing that sort of distance in her amber-colored eyes. “I’m running late because of, um, a last-minute snafu with the caterer.”

  �
��Adelaide said you were having trouble with your car, so I came home early. But I see it’s in the garage. What was wrong?”

  Whipping her head away from his gaze, she muttered, “Doesn’t matter.”

  It was becoming her trademark response. It didn’t matter.

  That was a lie. He could tell by the way her mouth thinned as she spoke.

  He let out a deep sigh as his gaze traced over their room. Or should he say—their former room. He’d taken to sleeping in the guest bedroom of the restored home. Away from her. They’d even lost the ability to lie next to each other at night. To show up for each other in that simple way.

  In front of him was the first gift he’d ever bought Fiona. It was a handsome jewelry armoire that doubled as a full-length mirror. It was a one-of-a-kind antique piece. Whimsical and light. Just like Fiona in her jewel-colored dress. Looking at the gilded mirror framing the reflection of his exquisite wife reminded him of how far they’d fallen. Damn.

  This whole room was a mausoleum to what had been.

  He wanted her to lean on him. Even if it was just a little bit. This wasn’t what he wanted. “Anything else I can do to help?”

  “I’ve got it under control.” Finality colored her words.

  “You always do.” It came out harsher than he intended. But dammit, he was trying. Couldn’t she see that?

  She spun around to face him, her petite frame filling with rigid rage as the silk of her gown whirled against his shins. Raising her chin and her brow, she pressed her lips tight, primly. “No need to be snarky.”

  Sticking his hands in his pants pockets, he shrugged, his Brioni tuxedo jacket sliding along his shoulders. “I am completely serious.”

  Fiona’s sherry eyes softened, the amber depths intoxicating. She took a deep breath and stared at him. A breeze stirred the stale air of the room, filtering through the window with the sounds of foot traffic and car horns. It was a grounding sound, reminding him of when they’d first bought this house—when they’d been a team. They’d spent months working together on every detail of restoring the historic Victorian home, a celebrated building that had once been a schoolhouse, then a convent.

 
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