Andrea Garcia thought she had finally found peace in Miami after leaving behind the past. But when her daughter is kidnapped from daycare, everything changes. With the kidnappers demanding a ransom she can’t afford, Andrea’s world shatters.

Enter Todd Morgan: billionaire, board member, and the one man who seems able to help. For the first time in his life, Todd wants to do something beyond his wealth and power—he wants to help Andrea. But as he steps into her world, he finds himself drawn to her in a way he never expected.

Together, Andrea and Todd must face a race against time to save her daughter. But as danger looms, will they be able to navigate their growing feelings for each other while trying to survive the nightmare? Secret Caress is an emotional and thrilling romance you won’t want to miss.

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A House of Morgan Prequel

20 years ago…

Andrea Garcia’s heart still beat a mile a minute, and her tears didn’t stop. The billionaires and millionaires around her in this house as she served them hors d’oeuvres on a silver platter had no idea of real troubles.

They stood around this mansion and outside on the balcony that overlooked the water in designer clothes.

Her black servant’s clothes were itchy, but at least this job paid. Not enough to get Camila back, but it was something.

She needed money, now. Fast.

Her daughter’s life depended on her, and she’d never let her baby down. How could she have trusted that day care?

In moving to the United States, she had no one.

Her tears grew wetter on her cheek until her new boss lady, the head housekeeper, saw her. Andrea turned and held up the tray of food she was carrying, but she sobbed more tears as Pilar Soliz tapped her on the back and said, “Andrea, are you crying?”

“Sí. I’m sorry,” Andrea said. She’d been hired three hours ago and realized she was about to be fired from her first job.

If she lost this, she had no means of even saving up to get her baby back, if the ransom was legit.

The kidnappers might do unthinkable things to her baby girl.

Her mind was a mess.

Pilar wrapped her arms around her shoulders and guided her into the house as she said, “Mr. Morgan will fire you if he sees you.”

Andrea stopped crying and said, “I cannot lose the only job I’ve found.”

Pilar opened the servants’ entrance door and waved off other staff as she said, “Come into the kitchen.” She directed them to a small enclave with a small wooden table, took Andrea’s platter from her, and set it down as she asked, “What happened?”

The only people she’d told were the police, but she wasn’t sure that mattered in Miami. The police might be as corrupt as those back home. When she reported to her own police that she’d been raped, no one cared.

But right now, she needed someone. She wiped her face and decided to tell Pilar., “You hired me because you felt sorry for me earlier.”

Pilar scoffed and shook her head. “I hired you because we’re desperate for help here. Mr. Morgan doesn’t inspire loyalty in his staff. What’s going on?” She then handed her a tissue.

Andrea cleaned her face and ignored how fast her heart still beat as she took a breath and said, “It’s my daughter, Camila. I don’t know what to do.”

“What’s happening to your daughter?” Pilar asked and gripped her arm.

She’d been a fool. She knew better than to trust that day care, but she’d been desperate. And now she’d lost the only thing that mattered. Her daughter had been the one bright spot that came into her life when she’d been so shaken.

Andrea hugged her waist and covered her face as she shook. “My baby girl. She’s gone. I need money to pay for her return because who knows what they will do to her.”

Pilar’s eyes widened, and she lifted her head. “Have you called the police?”

Hopefully Miami PD was better than she imagined, but she wasn’t sure. Right now, her arms ached to hold her baby girl. “Sí, but there is no news other than the demand I already had.”

Then Mr. Morgan’s young preteen son said, “My father won’t help, but I’m going to call my uncle Todd.”

Oh no. She was definitely fired now. Her heart fell to the ground as she wasn’t sure where to go.

Pilar called out, “Wait,” but Peter Morgan had already run out of the kitchen.

Andrea clutched her chest and asked, “Will he tell his father I was crying?”

Pilar shook her head and then patted her on the back to comfort her. “No, Peter tries to help. I will talk to the young master. And we’ll figure out what to do. I know a few of the officers who are looking for my missing husband. But for now, please clean your face and bring this tray of food out to the party. Remember, don’t let Mitch Morgan see your tears, and we’ll talk in an hour.”

Right. She needed the money. Every penny she could scrape together meant she was one step closer to getting Camila back. She nodded and picked up the tray. “Thanks, Pilar.”

Andrea checked her face in a mirror and wiped her face. She was still red, but the party goers wouldn’t care or notice.

She took a deep breath and swore she’d get her Camila back, but her stomach was in knots.

Everything about her life today was surreal.

She circled around guests and people took the food, without looking at her at all.

Good.

She finished her tray and headed back to the kitchen to get more, when the young, dark-haired preteen boy stepped into her path, holding a muscular and tall white man’s hand. “Uncle Todd, this is the lady I was telling you about.”

She clutched the tray now and wondered if she should go around them, but then the man reached out and brushed his hand against her arm. “My nephew said your daughter was kidnapped?”

Oh no. If she didn’t serve these four hours, she wouldn’t even have anything, and she needed money. Her jaw trembled, and she knew she was going to cry again as the image of her daughter flashed in her mind.

She looked away. “Sí, but I can’t talk about it now.”

Todd massaged her shoulder as if he wanted to comfort her. “My brother, Mitch?”

“He’s the boss, sir,” she said and straightened her spine, holding the tray higher as she intended to run inside to do her one job.

Todd and the boy walked with her into the servants’ kitchen, where Pilar saw everything.

Todd then said, “Come with me and tell me so I can help.”

Pilar smiled. “I’ll take the tray, Andrea.”

Todd Morgan must be rich if he was at this party and holding the young boy’s hand. If anyone had the means to help, he might. The police had only told her to hold. She nodded at Todd but couldn’t bring herself to smile.