Nauti Deceptions

by Leigh, Lora

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  ONE

  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

  TEN

  ELEVEN

  TWELVE

  THIRTEEN

  FOURTEEN

  FIFTEEN

  SIXTEEN

  SEVENTEEN

  EIGHTEEN

  NINETEEN

  TWENTY

  TWENTY-ONE

  TWENTY-TWO

  TWENTY-THREE

  TWENTY-FOUR

  EPILOGUE

  Praise for the novels of Lora Leigh

  “Leigh draws readers into her stories and takes them on a sensual roller coaster.”

  —Love Romances & More

  “Leigh writes wonderfully straightforward and emotional stories with characters that jump off the page.”

  —The Road to Romance

  “Fraught with tension from the first page to the last … A love story of the deepest kind with a very emotional and sensual base. Combine all these elements together and [you’re] guaranteed an intriguing story that will have you glued to the edge of your seat.”

  —Fallen Angel Reviews

  “Blistering sexuality and eroticism … Bursting with passion and drama … Enthralls and excites from beginning to end.”

  —Romance Reviews Today

  “A scorcher with sex scenes that blister the pages.”

  —A Romance Review

  “Thrilling … Explosive … A perfect blend of sexual tension and suspense.”

  —Sensual Romance Reviews

  “An emotional read.”

  —The Best Reviews

  “Hot sex, snappy dialogue, and kick-butt action add up to outstanding entertainment.”

  —Romantic Times (top pick)

  “Ms. Leigh is one of my favorite authors because she creates new worlds that I want to visit and would move to if only I could.”

  —Erotic-Escapades

  “The writing of Lora Leigh continues to amaze me … Electrically charged, erotic, and just a sinfully good read!”

  —JoyfullyReviewed.com

  “Wow … The lovemaking is scorching.”

  —Just Erotic Romance Reviews

  Berkley titles by Lora Leigh

  BENGAL’S HEART

  COYOTE’S MATE

  MERCURY’S WAR

  DAWN’S AWAKENING

  TANNER’S SCHEME

  HARMONY’S WAY

  MEGAN’S MARK

  NAUTI DECEPTIONS

  NAUTI INTENTIONS

  NAUTI DREAMS

  NAUTI NIGHTS

  NAUTI BOY

  Anthologies

  THE MAGICAL CHRISTMAS CAT

  (with Erin McCarthy, Nalini Singh, and Linda Winstead Jones)

  SHIFTER

  (with Angela Knight, Alyssa Day, and Virginia Kantra)

  BEYOND THE DARK

  (with Angela Knight, Emma Holly, and Diane Whiteside)

  HOT SPELL

  (with Emma Holly, Shiloh Walker, and Meljean Brook)

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  PRINTING HISTORY

  Berkley Sensation trade paperback edition / February 2010

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Leigh, Lora.

  Nauti deceptions / Lora Leigh.

  p. cm.

  eISBN : 978-1-101-18519-3

  1. Women teachers—Fiction. 2. Sex scandals—Fiction. 3. Kentucky—Fiction. I. Title.

  PS3612.E357N383 2010

  813’.6—dc22

  2009042379

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  For Sharon,

  for watching my back and always watching over me.

  For being more than a friend. And for putting up

  with all my eccentricities.

  For Cory, for taking the time, and trying to be patient.

  For my children, Bret and Holly.

  Thanks for loving me, for accepting me,

  and for being not just my children,

  but also my friends.

  And for Ryan, because you’ll make a good

  baby daddy.

  PROLOGUE

  Four years ago

  Now, how had she known the day was just going to suck? Caitlyn Lena Rogue Walker watched as Principal Thompson entered the classroom after her freshmen students had left for the day. Hot on his heels were the self-righteous Nadine Grace and her bully of a brother, Dayle Mackay.

  She knew what was coming. Somehow they’d found a way to punish her for coming to a student’s defense the month before. She had been waiting for the shoe to drop, and she had a feeling that when it fell, it was going to be an earthquake in her little life.

  At least she didn’t have to worry about it happening any longer.

  Maybe she should have heeded her father’s advice about coming here to his hometown to teach. He had wanted her to stay in Boston; he’d wanted her to be a lawyer rather than a teacher. Or better yet, the wife of a lawyer. Being a lawyer or the wife of a lawyer didn’t suit Caitlyn Rogue though. Neither did the name Lena—her friends and family knew better than to call her Lena if they wanted her to respond. She wanted to teach, and she wanted to teach in the picturesque little town her father had told her so many tales of.

  Perhaps she should have heeded the tales he had told her of Dayle Mackay and Nadine Grace though, as well as his warnings to make certain she stayed off their radar. But staying off their radar hadn’t been as easy as she had thought it would be.

  And as her father had warned her, they would target her simply because she was a Walker. Nadine Grace and Dayle Mackay had tried to destroy
her father when he was younger, and it seemed they were more than determined to destroy her.

  She had lived in Somerset for one short year. Long enough to know she loved it here. Long enough to plant a few quick roots, to dream, and to meet the county’s beyond-sexy sheriff.

  The schoolteacher and the sheriff. What a fantasy. Because within months, she learned that her father hadn’t been exaggerating about Dayle and Nadine. At the end of the school term the year before, she’d been forced to enter their radar to defend one of her students against Nadine’s accusations that he had cheated on an exam that she had overseen as a member of the Board of Education. Caitlyn knew the boy hadn’t cheated, just as she knew that no defense would help her now.

  As her gaze met the two, she could feel her stomach tightening in warning as her heart began to pound a heavy, sluggish beat.

  Brother and sister resembled each other in too many ways. The same black hair, the same squared features. Nadine was built smaller, and her eyes were hazel rather than green. Dayle Mackay was taller, with thicker black hair and forest green eyes. He would have been handsome if the evil that was a part of his soul didn’t reflect in his eyes.

  Neither Dayle nor Nadine spoke as they entered the room with the principal. Rogue remained in her seat, watching them cautiously as Nadine moved forward and slapped a small stack of pictures down in front of her.

  A glimpse of the first one was enough to know exactly how Dayle and Nadine intended to destroy her.

  Caitlyn stared down at them, feeling shame, mortification, but mostly defeat. She had never known defeat until she stared down at the pictures that she knew she could never refute. Not because she hadn’t done it, but because she had been unable to stop it.

  Fanning the pictures out slowly, she had to bite back a cry that tightened her chest and had her hands shaking. She had somehow known that one night that she couldn’t fully remember had been a setup. She had sensed it then, she knew it now, and the rage and pain festered in her chest like a wound she wondered would ever heal.

  Rogue swallowed back the bile that rose in her throat and ordered herself not to react, not to show pain, fear, or anger. She had her pride and she would be damned if she would let these two know how much they were hurting her. How much they were stealing from her.

  “As you can see, Ms. Walker, there’s no way we can allow you to remain within the educational system,” Principal Thompson informed her in a tone laced with chilling morality. “Such actions cannot be condoned.”

  No, they couldn’t be, Caitlyn would be the first to agree with him. If she had done it voluntarily.

  The pictures showed her half undressed, her skirt raised well above her thighs, her legs spread for the male between them. Higher, her blouse was undone; a female, her long hair obscuring her face, obviously caressed Caitlyn’s bare breasts with her lips.

  Caitlyn blinked down at the photos. There was no fighting them, though she knew, whatever had happened that night, she hadn’t had sex. When she had awakened in the unfamiliar hotel room, the first thing she had done was schedule an emergency appointment with her doctor. But the school board wouldn’t care about that. No more than they would care about the blood tests that had shown that whatever happened, she hadn’t gone into it willingly. Rogue had been drugged and betrayed.

  She was still a virgin, but she would be branded as a whore.

  She could fight it. She could call her parents. Nadine Grace and Dayle Mackay had no idea how powerful her parents were now, how eloquently they could seduce a jury, how enraged they would be if she ever let them know what had happened here. Brianna and Calvin Walker would descend upon this county like wraiths from hell with all the powerful Bostonian wealth they had amassed behind them.

  Her grandparents, the Evansworths, were icons in Boston. Her mother’s parents would destroy Grace and Mackay without a thought.

  But her father had warned her, and she had promised him she was a big girl, and that just like her brother and sister, she would carve out her own future, and she would succeed. She had promised him that there was nothing this county could do to destroy her.

  She was going to teach, marry, and raise babies in the mountains. That was her dream. And her dream was crumbling beneath her feet. She felt her world shifting on its axis, felt the shame and the rage building inside her until she wondered if her head would explode with it.

  Nadine sniffed. “You have a week to leave and we’ll not resort to putting the pictures on the Internet.”

  She stared back at the pinched-face bitch that so hated her student Shane Mayes simply because he was the sheriff’s son, and the sheriff refused to kowtow to her or her brother. It was rumored Sheriff Zeke Mayes kowtowed to no man, or woman.

  “I really don’t give a fuck where you put them.” It wouldn’t do her any good, Nadine would do as she wished anyway. “I’m not leaving Somerset.”

  “My dear Ms. Walker, your employment here …” the principal began.

  “Is obviously at an end.” Caitlyn smiled tightly as she picked up the photos and shoved them in her case. “I’ll clear my desk this evening, Mr. Thompson.”

  “You’ll leave town,” Dayle Mackay stated, his voice like ice.

  The man was a viper. His son, the town’s bad boy, had a heart of gold. But this man, he was black, evil. It was in his eyes, in his face. It was almost enough to send a shiver down her spine. But she didn’t shiver, her spine straightened and pure Walker arrogance and stubborn pride kicked in. Her father had once warned her that her pride would be the death of her.

  “Go to hell, Mackay.” She could barely speak. Fury was ripping through her, tearing at her.

  “Your reputation will be less than nothing by the time we finish with you, Caitlyn.” Nadine’s tight-lipped, superior smile looked like a wolf’s curl of the lip. Anticipatory. Ready to strike. “You don’t want to stay here.”

  “No, you don’t want me to stay because you’re terrified that if one person stands up to your viciousness, then others will,” she stated calmly. “I’m doing more than standing up to you, Nadine, I’m warning you now, you can’t hurt me.”

  Nadine’s smile was cold. “Your position within the school system has been terminated, Ms. Walker, and your standing in this county will be history.” Her tone assured Rogue she felt she had done the damage she wanted to do.

  Caitlyn forced herself to laugh. Her father had taught her how to be strong; her mother had taught her how to be a lady. But her grandmother, ah, her grandmother had taught her how to be a bitch and made Caitlyn enjoy every lesson.

  Bess Evansworth was a force of nature and a law unto herself. And Caitlyn had been her favorite. She had always allowed Caitlyn to tag along with her and her cronies to their luncheons and teas. And Caitlyn had learned.

  “Put them on the Internet.” Caitlyn’s smile was all teeth. “I dare you. Better yet, mail a set to my grandparents. Their address is easy to find. Evansworth. Taite and Bessamine Evansworth, Boston. I’m sure my grandmother will get a tickle out of it. Though, Daddy might return to Somerset.” She shrugged as though she didn’t care. “You could take your chances.”

  She shoved the few possessions from her desk into her bag. She didn’t have much. They hadn’t really given her time to settle in. She could fight the school board, but who really wanted to? She’d come here with dreams, and over the past months she had learned how ineffectual those dreams were in these mountains.

  Somerset was beautiful, inspiring, and filled with dark, poisonous little creatures just waiting to strike. She had sensed that during the first few months here. She knew it the moment she had met these two, and now she felt their swift, sharp attack.

  The pictures were in her purse, but she knew that meant so very little. Simply that she had her own copies. Damn them.

  “Staying here will serve no purpose,” Dayle Mackay snorted. “You’re not wanted, you little bitch, any more than your ignorant father was wanted or any of the Walker clan. The lot of you are nothing b
ut white trash, whores, and drug-guzzling bastards.”

  Oh, one day, he’d pay for that one. They would both pay for that one.

  “Oh well, far be it for me to prove you wrong,” she replied mockingly. “Do whatever the hell you want with the pictures. But.” She paused as she picked up the oversized bag at her side. “Be watching for me. When you least expect it.” She looked between the two. “When you very least expect it, I’ll be there. And it won’t be trumped-up photos that are used to break either one of you. It will be the truth.”

  She left the school, and she left her dreams behind her. She put her dreams behind her, and she refused to call her parents. This was her life, and the thought of dragging them into the mess she had allowed to develop made her cringe.

  It was her fault. She should have done as her father warned her and let his friends, who managed the bar he still owned in town, know who she was when she went there, rather than hiding from them. It wouldn’t have happened then, because they would have watched out for her.

  The problem was, she hadn’t wanted anyone to watch out for her. She had been too confident that she could watch out for herself. She was an adult. She was able to defend herself. In the arrogance of youth she had convinced herself that nothing or no one could touch her.

  She had entered that bar as confident and arrogant as any young woman that had just turned twenty-one, watched the excitement and fun with a sense of anticipation. And she had let herself be betrayed and nearly used. She had made that mistake. It was no one’s fault but her own. She would live with it.

  She wasn’t about to leave Pulaski County though. As she drove home, she stared out at the mountains, watched the sun blaze full and bright as it began its descent in the evening sky, and she knew she couldn’t leave.

  She had been raised in the city, but these mountains, they were a part of her. From the moment she had entered them, she had known she had come home, and she’d known she never wanted to be anywhere else.