I like Abby Green's books. She's one of better (i.e, imaginative) writers in the new generation of HP writers. But I honestly think she needs work with her finales. If one was to view HPs like chess (I know, a sacrilege to grandmasters everywhere but I wonder if Polgar sisters read HPs), Ms. Gr...
I enjoy this author's works quite a bit and this latest entry by her was no exception.This story ticked all the boxes for me and I enjoyed the mention of a prior character Sebastian Wolfe from a previous book.When the characters meet for the first time,sparks flew between them and incinerated whe...
They had stayed for coffee after dessert and when everyone else, in various states of inebriation decided to go to the club downstairs, Dante had taken Alicia’s hand and led her outside.And now Alicia sat like a statue: fear, a little bit of loathing, largely directed at herself and aching desire...
ARKIM AL-SAHID LOOKED out over the view from his palatial office and apartment complex, high in the London skyline. And even though the past week had brought to life a lot of his worst nightmares all he could think about right at that moment was of how he’d only met Sylvie Devereux twice in the p...
Her face was numb from smiling, her hand aching from shaking hands. And at every step of the way Rafael was at her side, carrying her along. After the photographs had been taken, with her parents and his mother, who had seemed friendly enough, Rafael had led Isobel and her parents back into his s...
And now he couldn’t see anything but Jamilah, her clothes already soaked through and sticking to that glorious body. Jamilah was gasping in shock, her back against the wall of the shower. Water was streaming over her head, face, into her eyes, and Salman’s hand was splayed across her abdomen, hol...
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Dirty glasses were piled up. He was right. I was slammed. And I realized that even though he was a complete stranger, I felt I could trust him. Which should have been warning enough if I’d had enough time to think about it. Still reluctant, though, I said, “I don’t even kn...
When she thought of how innocently she’d wanted him that night in Paris and how it had all gone so horribly wrong she felt nauseous. This man hated her. It vibrated on the air between them and Siena had the very futile sense that even if she tried to defend herself and tell him what her reasons h...
The irritation and anger he’d felt sparking when she’d tried to articulate what was between them was fading. Something else was blooming inside him, along with remorse for lashing out just now. It was a feeling of euphoria. The kind of euphoria he’d felt only once before, when he’d seen horror an...
The earth they’d thrown in was scattered on top, along with some lone flowers left by departing friends and acquaintances. Some of them had been men, inordinately upset. Evidently there was some truth to the rumours that the stunning Esperanza Christakos had taken lovers during her third marriage...
His heart stopped in his chest. Sidonie stood at the bottom of the stairs, her hands clasped together. She was in black figure-hugging denims and pointy shoes. She wore a grey T-shirt with something that sparkled on its shoulders. She hadn’t put her hair up—because she kne...
Her grand vizier bowed and left the room. Analia was dragging in a breath when suddenly a knock sounded and a different door to her suite opened to reveal her lady-in-waiting. She quickly pasted a smile on her face. ‘Do you need anything else, Your Highness?’ Analia curbed...
She felt she had no choice as Leo led her into his bedroom. She chastised herself; there was always a choice. But her choice to retain her dignity and walk away would have an effect on the person closest to her. And she found as Leo kicked the door shut with one foot and led Angel further in, clo...
Rico forced his mind from that intriguing nugget of information. He could see that she was torn between wanting to go to her child and wanting him gone, and then she blurted out, over the ever increasing wails, ‘Look, now is really not a good time. Please leave us alone.’ Please leave us alone. S...
Full of pent-up energy. Hot and then cold at the same time when she reconsidered the equally disturbing prospects of appearing in public with Cesar and not. And the ramifications of the press’s interest in her if that was the case. There was no doubt about it: appearing wi...
I’m marrying her for the myriad reasons she will make a good Queen of Al-Omar. If I’d wanted nothing but looks I could have married my last mistress. The last thing I need is the distraction of a beautiful woman.’ Princess Samia Binte Rashad al Abbas sat rigid with shock outside the Sultan of Al-...
Julia looked at the impeccably made-up Burquati air hostess and decided she could so with a little fortitude. She smiled tightly. “Yes, please.” The woman expertly filled a real crystal flute with champagne, and then passed a glass of what looked like brandy to Kaden, who sat across the aisle of ...
She had complete recollection of what had just happened, but it was as if it had happened to someone else. And in a way it had: to her child self. Belatedly answering Luc’s question, she nodded abruptly. She was suddenly far too aware that she was standing in a steamy shower with a very naked Luc...
This was paradise. Lying on Ipanema Beach as the fading rays of the sun baked her skin and body in delicious heat. There was a low hum of conversation from nearby, the beautiful sing-song cadence of Portuguese, people were laughing, sighing, talking. The surf of the sea was crashing against the s...