Sicily's Corretti Dynasty #7Alessandro escapes to his yacht, after being jilted at the altar, he wants to get away from everything. When he arrives at the yacht he finds Elena working as a maid there. He can't believe his eyes. He believes she is there at her Niccolo's request spying on him. ...
Cayo lounged back against his chair and gazed around the white-linen-draped table that stretched the length of the formal dining room in the Presidential Suite of the Hotel Principe di Savoia in Milan, surveying the small dinner he’d had Drusilla throw here in one of Europe’s most prestigious spa...
he said in that rich, low voice that for all its gentleness still seemed to Bethany to take over the whole of the Felici Valley. “Perhaps it is time to tell me who you are.” They walked along the cypress-studded footpath that wound down from the castello toward the valley floor and which would, L...
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Even if she had not yet dared to turn around and say them to his face. She'd sensed the moment he'd stepped into this opulent bedroom suite they had once shared, high up in the mountains over the tiny Eurasian country of Alakkul. His country. She would know him anywhere, this brooding, ruthless m...
She left the judgmental Margery behind down in the office, made her serene way up to her suite and then locked herself away in the luxurious and sprawling rooms that were her only private space. There was no one to watch her smile and comment on its brightness here, or compare it to last week’s s...
she said matter-of-factly, though it cost her to keep so calm. “And it isn’t a tantrum to say so. Pretending that this is a childish display of temper so you don’t have to deal with what I’m saying, however, very well might be.” “When you met me I was the Crown Prince of Khatan,” Azrin said, the ...
There would never be a better time to start the slow and steady process of destroying her family. Her. But she lay there beneath him so soft and warm, her eyes closed and her breath still coming hard, and Nikos could think of none of those things. He was still inside of her, and he wanted her aga...
She felt as if she had. He stepped back, letting his hand drop from her arm. The stark contrast between his warm palm and the cool air of the dining room around them felt like a sudden punishment. Her cheek burned where he’d kissed her, and she felt that searing heat deep in her core. But she cou...
It didn’t hurt. It felt...strange, but that was better than the pain. “Breathe,” he told her, in that bossy way of his that shouldn’t have made something ignite inside her. But she did it anyway. She pulled in a deep breath and let it out, and still...
The shock of it—the force and clamor that was Nikolai—hit her as hard as it had at the club. As it had outside the office building that night. Making her feel restless in her own skin. Electric. Furious, she told herself sternly. He saw her instantl...
Hard. Mean. Enough to bruise. She clenched her hands tight on the handle of her bag as she was swung around, wholly against her will—and then there was a man’s face much too close to hers, invading her space. The warm spring afternoon in Washington, D.C., seemed cold and h...
Need punched into her as she tasted him, as he angled his head to fully capture her mouth, his hands holding her fast as he took her mouth with his. And again. And then again. It was too much. It would never be enough. Larissa wanted to be closer, to touch him, to feel him under her hands. She pu...