He could remember Georgina asking him if he loved her, could remember his reply that love was an illusion, something people clung on to because it made them feel safer, less isolated. He had to steady himself on the banister. However, do not know the goodness of our hero. Being forced back to Scotland on business is an inconvenience for the billionaire bachelor, but he'll get in, get what he wants and get out--until the delectable Laura Reid becomes a welcome distraction on the long, cold Highland nights. When he finally thrust into her she was on the edge of climaxing and they both came with a shudder that seemed to last for ever.
But from their wedding night onwards Dio's found his marriage bed inconveniently empty. The bread shop they would go to in Venice. She was aware of him chatting to her, nothing that would put her on the defensive. Extraordinary to imagine the freedoms she took with him. She blinked a few times, willing the image away, but he was still there, bigger, leaner and a whole lot more forbidding than she remembered. Now he'll make her pay! Lately he had found himself sitting in on meetings during which his mind had been at least half preoccupied with thoughts of when he would be seeing her again.
When Abigail Christie appears on his doorstep, Leandro decides one last explosive night is the only way to get her out of his system. Hectic, prolonged love-making had left the sheets half trailing to the floor and the rich burgundy damask quilt lay in inelegant disarray at the bottom of the bed. That was the extraordinary thing. The chances of him being out of her house by nine were beginning to look remote. The smoky intensity in his eyes went to her head like a bolt of lightning—a few heated seconds, plenty long enough for the sharply honed knife she had been wielding with such expertise to slice through skin. Swung well, is one of the poor victim?.
especially when he discovers she's pregnant with his child! It was exactly like that!. Ditched for the second time, Angelo…how degrading for you. The welcoming smile she had prepared for her prospective client faded into a strangled gasp. Standing in her little crowd of head turners, that rich, warm laughter had singled her out as the only one in touch with reality, with a sense of humour. Jessica had tried hard to play down her attractiveness at work. Together they formed a dangerously irresistible mix.
The feeling of events rushing upon him like a steamroller had intensified, but there was one event he intended to do something about. Heather is perfect for the job but, with her dumpy curves, she is nothing like the slim sophisticates who usually grace his bed…. He found the right drawer eventually and carefully began putting the plaster over the cut. Look for 8 new exciting stories every month from Harlequin Presents! He was going to live it up, he had told her, and then settle down and, when he did, it would be for ever. But when Brianna learns his true identity, their undeniable connection will erupt in a whole new kind of chemistry! Nor, for that matter, was asking someone to accompany him on one of his business trips. Somewhere in his head, he knew that he should just turn around and go back the way he had come, then tell Georgina that Ms Ellie Millband was no longer a candidate for the job. And sweet, virginal Alice will come to him willingly so Gabriel can claim his prize.
Author: After living all her life in the jungle of Panama, Destiny is on her way to London to claim her inheritancea business worth millions! He was a high-profile money earner who moved in high-profile circles and, as such, his reputation had preceded him. Ask your girlfriend about Birmingham and that unfortunate brush with trouble she had. It was understood until the end. Why the need to cover up perfection? He caught her hair in his hands and curled his fingers through the silky mass. He turned her to him and kissed her, a long, tender kiss that seemed to stretch into infinity. You can read in a magazine in the past, and a little-and read after a long time, but I thought we came in monthly. In every way it soothed his senses, with its unashamedly decadent opulence.
No one likes a stalker. He had properties in New York and Paris, but this apartment in Venice was by far his favourite. Italian millionaire Angelo Falcone always got his way. One day, she would solemnly promise, she would become a cordon bleu cook and then he would never be able to joke about her cooking skills again. Three years later, the anger still rankles. He's determined to own her company; she won't sell.
Can she pay Dio's price and survive ten days as true husband and wife? Jessica knew she'd won Bruno's professional respect. He was six foot two of dark, well honed, powerful male and what made him even more impressive was that his physical beauty was allied to a keen, restless intelligence. by seducing Abigail into wearing his ring! He was perspiring as he helped her sit up, just as she was. The accusation had been one of the more choice ones from his ex-fiancée. Nor did he say a word.
It was still amazing for her to think that no man had ever done that act of intimacy with her before him, that her body had been embalmed in ice until he had come along and set it ablaze. And in the game of seduction--this playboy always wins! He smiled at her thwarted efforts. She also sensed that he saw beyond her neat suits and cool manner—both of which Jessica was forced to abandon on a Caribbean business trip. There was a meal to cook. With a little yelp, Francesca yanked her finger and dashed to the sink. The first flush of lust very quickly gave way to the tedium of the predictable and there was no greater death to a relationship than predictability.