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The Ultimate Seduction
Dani Collins
‘I’m about to make you an offer you can’t refuse.’Tiffany Davis takes her first delicious step into the exclusive masquerade ball hosted by the secretive Q Virtus gentlemen’s club. There, behind the mask, Tiffany can hide her scars and reveal her true self: a powerful businesswoman with an offer for the President of Bregnovia, Ryzard Vrbancic.Astounded by her audacity, Ryzard finds only the fire in Tiffany’s eyes makes him look twice. He has no interest in her business deal – but the promise of a woman who can match his ruthless determination makes him eager to seduce from her the one thing she’s not offering…Discover more at www.millsandboon.co.uk/danicollins
“Ryzard Vrbancic?” she managed faintly. Please no.
His gorgeous mouth twisted with ironic dismay. “As you can see. Who are you?”
Of course she could see. Now that Tiffany’s brain was beginning to function it was obvious this was the self-appointed President of Bregnovia. How did a name like Ryzard go from being something vaguely lethal to something noble and dynamic simply by encountering the man in person? How had she not sensed or realised…?
“There’s been a mistake. I’ve made a mistake.”
And yet her body responded to being in his presence. Even though she wasn’t drunk, and no music seduced her, her feet didn’t want to move and her eyes kept being dragged back to his wide chest, where a sprinkle of hair had abraded her palms. His arms flexed as she watched, forcing memories of being caught protectively against him when the fireworks had started, then carried like a wilted Southern Belle when sex had been the only thing on their minds.
Warily she eyed him. “I didn’t know who you were last night.”
“No?” His brow kicked up, dismissing her claim as a lie.
“No!”
“You sleep with strangers often?”
“Apparently you do, so don’t judge me.”
THE 21
CENTURY GENTLEMAN’S CLUB (#ulink_b4b6c2ce-ae0b-51e0-a154-58e1421728f6)
Where the rich, powerful and passionate come to play!
For years there have been rumours of a secret society where only the richest, the most powerful and the most decadent can embrace their every desire.
Nothing is forbidden in this private world of pleasure.
And when exclusivity is beyond notoriety only those who are invited to join ever know its name…
Q Virtus
Now the truth behind the rumours is about to be revealed!
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THE ULTIMATE REVENGE by Victoria Parker September 2014
DANI COLLINS discovered romance novels in high school and immediately wondered how a person trained and qualified for that amazing job. She married her high school sweetheart, which was a start, then spent two decades trying to find her fit in the wide world of romance-writing, always coming back to Mills & Boon
Modern™ Romance.
Two children later, and with the first entering high school, she placed in Harlequin’s Instant Seduction contest. It was the beginning of a fabulous journey towards finally getting that dream job.
When she’s not in her Fortress of Literature, as her family calls her writing office, she works, chauffeurs children to extra-curricular activities, and gardens with more optimism than skill. Dani can be reached through her website at www.danicollins.com (http://www.danicollins.com)
The Ultimate Seduction
Dani Collins
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
I’ve been lucky enough to work with a few different editors at Mills & Boon, London. They’re all made of awesome, but I must send a huge shout of appreciation to my current editor, Laurie Johnson. Not only has she made my transition into her care utterly painless, but this is our first book completely midwifed from start to finish by her. No spinal block required! Writer and book are happy and doing well. Thanks, Laurie!
Contents
Cover (#u91331543-5ef0-575c-ade3-4b67d3f0658d)
Introduction (#uee3c8ee5-80ba-54fc-ae94-ba9f249b40e1)
The 21st Century Gentleman’s Club (#ua6927e5a-259c-5f21-8f43-e23997f1a2dc)
About the Author (#uc7770e33-0fe3-5266-be53-34d8c8b68e3e)
Title Page (#u9d1c22ec-c47c-5fba-bcfd-668569d3af50)
Dedication (#uf13deb9e-11a9-5c12-b1e9-540b239e49b7)
CHAPTER ONE (#udefb2b9a-e5f8-54f3-8236-eef841a8f652)
CHAPTER TWO (#u9391770e-fb37-5b8e-ab8b-24e948d0f0d8)
CHAPTER THREE (#u8591871a-c820-578d-a69c-a37eb17faa97)
CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_eee3aaf1-3821-5434-bd90-17698adfd038)
TIFFANY DAVIS PRETENDED she wasn’t affected by the hard stare her brother and father gave her when she entered her father’s office. It wasn’t easy to let people she loved pass judgment on whether she’d used sufficient concealer on her scars. Sometimes she wanted to throw the bottle of liquid beige into the trash and scream, There. This is what I look like now. Live with it.
But her brother had saved her life pulling her from the fiery car. He felt guilty enough for putting her in it. He still grieved for her groom, his best friend, and everything else Tiffany had lost. She didn’t have to rub salt in his wounds.
Good girl, Tiff. Keep biting back what you really want to say. It’s not like that got you into these skin grafts.
She came to a halt and sighed, thinking it was probably time for another visit to the head doctor if she was cooking up that sort of inner dialogue. But her harsh exhale caused both men to tense. Which made her want to rail all the louder.
Being angry all the time was a character shift for her. Even she had trouble dealing with it, so she shouldn’t blame them for reacting like this. But it still fed her irritation.
“Yes?” She clicked her teeth into a tight smile, attempting to hold on to her slipping patience.
“You tell us. What’s this?” Christian kept his arms folded as he nodded at the large box sitting open on their father’s desk. The lid wore an international courier’s logo, and the contents appeared to be a taxidermist’s attempt to marry a raven to a peacock.
“The feather boa you asked for last Christmas?” Lame joke, sure, but neither man so much as blinked. They only stared at her as if they were prying her open.
“Be serious, Tiff,” Christian said. “Why is the mask for you? Did you request to go in my place?”
A claustrophobic band tightened around her insides. A year in a mask had left her vowing to never feel such a thing on her face again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The frost in her voice made both men’s mouths purse. Why did all of this have to be so hard? The touchiness between her and her family was palpable every minute of every day. If she was short, they were defensive. If she was the least bit vulnerable, they became so overprotective she couldn’t breathe.
They’d nearly lost her. She got that they loved her and were still worried about her. They wouldn’t relax until she got back to normal, but she would never be normal again. It made the situation impossible.
“Where is it you think I want to go?” she asked in as steady a tone as she could manage.
“Q Virtus,” her father said, as if that one word sufficed as explanation.
She shook her head and shrugged, still lost. Did they realize she was in the middle of an exchange worth five hundred million dollars? She didn’t have much, but she did have a job now. Seeing as it involved running a multibillion-dollar company, she tried to do it well.
“Ryzard Vrbancic,” Christian provided. “We put in a request to meet him.”
Pieces fell together. Q Virtus was that men’s club Paulie used to talk about. “You want to meet a puppet leader at one of those rave things? Why? The man’s a despot.”
“Bregnovia is asking for recognition at the UN. They’re a democracy now.”
She snorted in disbelief. “The whole world is ignoring the fact he stole the last dictator’s money and bought himself a presidency? Okay.”
“They’re recovering from civil war. They need the sort of infrastructure Davis and Holbrook can provide.”
“I’m sure they do. Why go the cloak-and-dagger route? Call him up and pitch our services.”
“It’s not that simple. Our country hasn’t recognized his yet so we can’t talk to him openly, but we want to be the first number on his list when recognition happens.”
She rolled her eyes. Politics were so fun. “So you’ve set up this clandestine meeting—”
“It’s not confirmed. That happens when you get there.”
“That would be the broad ‘you,’ right? Like the universal ‘they’?”
Christian’s mouth tightened. He lifted out the feathery contents of the box. It was actually quite beautiful. A piece of art. The blend of blue-black and turquoise and gold feathers covered the upper eyes and forehead and—significantly—splayed down the left side in an eerily familiar pattern. Ribbons tailed off each side.
It was like looking in the mirror, seeing that reflection of her scar. A slithery feeling inside her torso made her heart speed up. She shook her head. She wasn’t going anywhere, especially in public, with or without a crazy disguise.
“You understand how Q Virtus works?” her brother prodded. “This mask is your ticket in.”
“Not mine.”
“Yeah, Tiff, it is.” He turned it around so she could see where her name was inscribed on the underside, along with Isla de Margarita, Venezuela. “See? Only you can attend.”
His terse tone and shooting glance toward their father made it clear they’d spent some time pondering alternate solutions. Both men showed signs of deep frustration, a level of emotion usually reserved for when approval ratings were low. To see them so bent out of shape activated her don’t-make-more-waves genes.
Your father is under a lot of pressure, dear. Do as he asks for now.
No, she reminded herself. She was living her life, not waiting for it to make everyone else’s list of priorities. Still, she’d been raised to have civilized conversations, not be outright defiant. “I would think that taking off the mask to show your name defeats the purpose.”
“There’s a chip embedded. They know which mask belongs to which person, and as you can see, they only fit one face.”
“They obviously know a lot about me. That’s creepy. Doesn’t it seem weird they would know how to cover my scars?”
“Q Virtus has an exceptional history of discretion and security,” her father said, defending it with a kind of pompous grumpiness that surprised her. “Whatever they know about us, I’m sure it’s kept very well protected.”
A remarkably naive comment from a man who’d been in politics and business long enough to mistrust everyone and everything. Heck, he’d dragged her in here because he thought she’d undermined him with his brotherhood of secret handshakes, hadn’t he?
“Dad, if you want to become a member—”
“I can’t.” He smoothed his tie, one of his tells when his ego was dented.
“Too old? Then Christian—?”
“No.”
She was quite smart, had always had better marks than her brother, who fudged his way through just about everything, but she was missing something. “Well, Paulie was a member. What does it take?”
“Money. A lot of it. Paul Sr. was a member and once Paulie inherited, he had the means to pay the fee,” her father said in a level tone.
Of course. Therein lay her father’s envy and reverence. It must have eaten him alive that his best friend and rival for her mother’s affections had possessed something he hadn’t.
“When you were still in the hospital, I applied on your behalf, hoping to go as your proxy,” Christian explained. “I didn’t hear back until today.” Glancing at their father, he added, “It is kind of creepy they know Tiff has finally recovered and taken over the reins of Davis and Holbrook.”
