Emily
Wilde has led a privileged life. Now she’s trying to make it on her own in
Manhattan.
Marco Santini grew up dirt poor in a Sicilian slum. Now he has everything. He’s gorgeous. He’s rich. He’s powerful. And he has all the beautiful women a man could ask for.
Then, one rainy night, he sees a woman standing alone on a deserted New York street corner. Emily is clearly in need of help, but she’s not foolish enough to step into Marco’s chauffeured Mercedes. It takes a lot of convincing before she lets him take her to her apartment. He swears he’s not going to do anything he shouldn’t and he means it--but she’s in his arms before they can stop themselves.
Still, it’s only a kiss, just one kiss in a moment torn out of time. That’s what they both think.
But Fate has other plans, starting with an unexpected job offer and a business trip to Paris that explodes in a passion so hot it will change everything--everything but the web of lies that traps them both.
Marco Santini grew up dirt poor in a Sicilian slum. Now he has everything. He’s gorgeous. He’s rich. He’s powerful. And he has all the beautiful women a man could ask for.
Then, one rainy night, he sees a woman standing alone on a deserted New York street corner. Emily is clearly in need of help, but she’s not foolish enough to step into Marco’s chauffeured Mercedes. It takes a lot of convincing before she lets him take her to her apartment. He swears he’s not going to do anything he shouldn’t and he means it--but she’s in his arms before they can stop themselves.
Still, it’s only a kiss, just one kiss in a moment torn out of time. That’s what they both think.
But Fate has other plans, starting with an unexpected job offer and a business trip to Paris that explodes in a passion so hot it will change everything--everything but the web of lies that traps them both.
READ EXCERPTS
#1
She grabbed the bottle from the
drunk hand’s hand. From the weight of it, it was still half-full Good, she
thought, and before the idiot had time to stop her, she jammed the neck of the
bottle into that big belly, tilted it so that it was pointed down under his
belt and into his pants and had the joy of hearing his laughter turn into an
almost girlish shriek.
#2
“Stay back!” Quickly, she dug
into her minuscule shoulder bag, closed her trembling fingers around a tube of
lipstick and held it toward him vertically, one finger pressed to the top.
“Stay back or I’ll use this pepper spray.”
A bark of laughter greeted her announcement. If she
hadn’t been so terrified, she’d have been insulted.
“Forgive me for laughing,” the man said, “and please
believe me when I tell you that I can understand your caution. It is, in fact
commendable- but misplaced.”
He took a slow step forward. Emily took one back.
“What will it take to convince you that I am not a
madman who rides the streets of Manhattan in search of female victims but am
rather a man who would not rest easy if he drove off and abandoned you?”
#3
This is ridiculous. The word wet
no longer described her. Or him, for that matter, he thought grimly. Rain
was dripping from his hair into his eyes. His jacket was taking a soggy beating
though it would stand up to the elements far better than whatever she was
wearing.
A
dress. Silk, most probably.
Silk,
it seemed, did not do well in the rain.
It clung to her body, outlining gently curved hips,
a slender waist and small, high breast. Now that he thought about it, he could
even see the thrust of her nipples.
They seemed to be very nice nipples, of a size that
would welcome a lover’s mouth.
****
Sandra Marton is a USA
Today Bestselling Author and one of Harlequin Presents best-selling
writers. She just completed her 80th novel, signed her latest multi-book
contract, and has approximately 35,000,000 (and counting!) books in print in
twenty-plus languages. Sandra’s novellas, single title books and Presents
novels all feature the sexy, gorgeous, complex, tough on the outside but tender
on the inside Alpha heroes she loves to create.
Sandra has won the Holt
Medallion. She’s been a finalist for the Romance Writers of America prestigious
RITA award four times. She’s won eight Romantic Times Magazine Reviewers’
Choice Awards and was honored with their Career Achievement Award for Series
Romance.
Sandra always dreamed of
becoming a writer. She wrote poems when she was little, moved on to writing
short stories by the time she was in university. She was graduated with Honors
in English but, she says, life—a lovely one—intervened with her writing dream.
She married, had a family, became active politically in the small town outside
New York City where she and her husband lived. Then, one day, she paused long
enough to realize her dream was getting away from her and decided to do
something about it.
Sandra wrote her very
first novel, a romance she called Rapture in the Sands. She sent a
synopsis and one chapter to several publishers. A senior editor at Harlequin
liked what she’d read and asked to see the rest. After revisions, Harlequin
Mills and Boon Ltd bought and published the book.
Today, Sandra is a full
time author. She lives in northern Connecticut with her husband, who was her
childhood sweetheart, in a sun-drenched house surrounded by woods.
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Coming soon,
September 29th Jaimie Fire &Ice (The Wilde
Sisters, Book 2)
Zach Castelianos and Jaimie
Wilde meet by accident. The attraction between them is instantaneous and hot,
hot, hot. Zach is a woman’s dream: he’s tall, dark and ruggedly handsome, but
there’s a dangerous edge to him and Jaimie Wilde is a cautious woman.
They’re wrong for each
other. Zach knows it. So does Jaimie, but surely one night of steamy sex won’t
change their lives… until Jaimie needs protection from an obsessed stalker and
Zach is the only man who can provide it.
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