Jennifer Probst - Heart of Steel

This book is dedicated to all the good friends who have helped me on my journey: Jodi Prada, Marlaine Scotto, Lisa Hamel-Soldano, Kimberly Cornman, Colleen La Pierre, and Nancy Chaudhry.

Without their friendship and support, this would never be possible

Special thanks to the members in my writers group, The Hudson Valley RWA, who never failed to inspire me and tell the truth.

And finally, to my two boys, Jake and Joshua, and nieces, Taylor, Kaitlyn and Amanda.

You all make the world a more beautiful place.

Many writers don't get the opportunity to publish their first book, let alone the chance to publish it twice. Heart of Steel was the very first novel I ever penned. It went through many editors, who believed my alpha hero was "problematic" before hitting the desk of LionHearted. My first editor, MaryAnn, believed in this story enough to publish it. We eventually lost her in this world, and the company decided to close. When I received my rights back to the story, I knew I wanted to revise and freshen it up a bit. I now have the opportunity to re-issue the book in e-format with Book Hub. Chandler and Logan will now have another chance to reach my readership.

Writers grow and change with experience, but I didn't want to alter my original, much younger voice. The revisions made are more surface - a bit more technology is now incorporated for my powerful CEO. A few tweaks. The rest remains the same.

I believe Heart of Steel is still a keeper; a true love story about change, redemption and the power of love.

I hope you all enjoy my very first novel - ready for the digital age.

Jen

Chandler Santell studied the man behind the sprawling mahogany desk and wondered if shed lost her mind. She took a deep breath and tried not to fidget, but her expensive celadon wool business suit was beginning to itch.

How could she make a business deal with one of the most powerful men in the finance industry? Every firm she had contacted in New York City had rejected her proposal. Desperate, and almost out of time to save her Yoga and Arts Center, she decided to take a shot on one last name.

Logan Grant.

She knew why he was the man of steel.

Chandler ran down his list of attributes: owner of L&G Brokerageone of the most successful companies in the city; dubbed the man of steel by the business community due to his ruthless reputation in closing a deal; a man whose word was lawand whose name commanded respect. His hard, steely presence in a room made people step out of his way. One word from the mans lips caused companies to double their profits or go bankrupt from loss of investors.

Now Logan Grant held another fate in his very capable, very large hands. He held her entire future.

He read her business proposal without looking up. She studied the strands of dark sable hair cut slightly longer than fashionable. A hint of silver at his temples helped Chandler place him in his mid-thirties. His features were too bold to be called typically handsome, but he had an interesting face. A tanned, almost olive complexion set off hard cheekbones and a strong jaw. Dark eyebrows lowered in a frown as he flipped through the pages of her proposal. His mouth tightened into a thin line, but his lower lip hinted at a devastating smile that could change his whole demeanor. Unfortunately, Chandler bet the man didnt smile too often.

He wore a dark charcoal gray suit, and though conservatively cut, the quality of the fabric and elegant lines told her his clothes were custom made. When he had stood to welcome her, he towered easily over six feet and radiated a tightly contained raw energy. Even as he studied the figures in front of him, his presence pressed down upon her in a purely masculine intimidating manner. Another advantage the man held when closing a business deal.

Chandler pulled discreetly at the itchy neckline of her suit and wished she was back in her studio, conducting a class in her own comfortable clothes. Four years ago, shed walked away from the corporate world and vowed to never return. The irony of the situation hit her full force. The Fates certainly possessed a sense of humor. She was now about to use all the skills she acquired from her past to convince Logan Grant to help save the Yoga and Arts Center, the school she built from scratch.

She hoped the Fates were also kind.

Logan dropped the proposal back on the polished wood and looked up. His gray gaze, as clear as ice but with a smoky intenseness, made her stare helplessly back, as if she had no choice. A shiver rose up her spine. She knew immediately he was not a kind man. Chandler fought against the sudden urge to walk out of his office and hide in a safe place.

An inner voice mocked her thought. If Logan Grant wanted to find her, there would be no safe place. She took another deep breath and braced herself for his decision.

You are one gutsy lady.

She blinked. Excuse me?

He leaned back in his chair and surveyed her. The leather creaked gently beneath his weight. Ive seen many projects looking for funding, but never one with so manyhow should I put it? Good intentions. Ive heard of financing a health club, but a class that helps my employees manage stress? The results are impossible to measure. How do I make a profit?

Chandler leaned forward and resisted the urge to pull down the hem of her tight skirt. Her legs itched from the scratchy material, but she wasnt about to drawn his attention there. Your investment will come back to you time and time again, Mr. Grant.

As youve just read in my research, employees today arent working to their full potential. L&G Brokerage, like many firms, suffers from high turnover. An employee hired by your firm shows productive results for an average of two years. Then the employee exhibits signs of burnout, and your firm hires a batch of fresh blood. Teach an employee to deal with stress, and he or she will keep productivity steady over the years. This saves you from hiring and retraining a new work force.

He studied her in silence. Chandler felt his piercing gaze try to strip away the cool, professional image she presented. She hoped he never saw her desperation, or she would fail. A man in his position respected strength, and she guessed hed expected a mild mannered yoga teacher with no developed business plan. Shed spent weeks begging his secretary to schedule this meeting. Chandler knew shed have one shot to sell her proposal.

She reached up unconsciously to push back her long hair, then realized the strands were confined in a tight bun. Mr. Grant, if youd let me

Logan, he interrupted smoothly.

Logan, if youd let me give you a brief rundown of my plan, Im sure youll see the benefits.

A soft knock on the door made her pause. A tall man with light brown hair entered the room and stopped beside her chair.

Chandler, this is Richard Thorne, one of my attorneys. I asked him to sit in on this meeting, if you dont mind.

She forced a smile and stood. Offering up a quick prayer that her palms werent damp, she reached out and shook the attorneys hand. Somehow, the idea of a lawyer listening to her proposal drove home the fact she was dealing with major league players. She fought back a nervous giggle when she remembered shed never even scored in the minor leagues. Nice to meet you, she said.

The attorneys hand held hers for a moment longer, and he smiled as if he knew her thoughts. Chestnut colored eyes showed a teasing glint. Dont let my being an attorney intimidate you, he said, with a wink. Im really harmless.

She laughed. His lean, angular face seemed kinder than Logans and his smile came quick and easy. He took a chair near the window and settled a legal pad on his lap.