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Capture
Flora Dain
Ella is Darnley’s fiancée, newly installed in his California beach house and working a dream job in his growing empire. But when Ella and Darnley’s past histories begin to unravel, everything Ella’s ever dreamed of is heading for a derail. And not only is she in danger, she could lose Darnley forever.Ella’s life should be a breeze. She’s Darnley’s fiancée, newly installed in his California beach house and teaching in the specialist training facility he set up as part of his growing empire. But when his past explodes and threatens to derail everything, and ghosts from her own history return, her ex, Ryan, makes Ella an offer she can’t refuse. Now she’s not only in danger, she may lose Darnley forever …
CAPTURE
Flora Dain
THE WOLFE: BOOK 3
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Ebook Edition © 2014 ISBN: 9780007579600
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Contents
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Title Page (#ube20be85-8cfb-5eff-b2d3-e02dd65dee56)
Copyright (#u55ae68a7-d7fc-5595-8ae5-bd4221f04693)
Chapter One (#uac3534e0-6e5b-5a51-a671-877eaf6f4169)
Chapter Two (#u28b5b19d-e4b6-5983-9d64-c1a7196e1894)
Chapter Three (#u770e4f34-18be-5b27-b782-e44afc2d726f)
Chapter Four (#u78d13c82-ae64-5895-ba5f-55c155581a2d)
Chapter Five (#u327d8419-b833-5932-885c-1e3904eb6923)
Chapter Six (#u16c421c3-a48f-5ed0-9e65-263d12e37a11)
Chapter Seven (#u6c4823c2-ab25-523d-9b70-c413d05825af)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
More from Mischief (#litres_trial_promo)
About Mischief (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_79757fee-ee37-5460-af32-02000d985831)
Nowadays all it takes is a look.
It’s New Year’s Eve. We’re having a Ball – literally. But a man keeps looking at me from across the room. Nothing too obvious, just catching my eye every now and then. But it’s very disturbing.
Correction – he’s very disturbing.
I should be pleased. People should look. It’s a gala occasion. I’m wearing a gown that cost more than I earn and jewels way out of my league. We’re a blitz of glitz here – New York’s Four Seasons at its finest.
Darnley never does things by halves.
The guests are the cream of the East Coast courtesy of his family, a shot of early-settler blueblood from mine, plus a sprinkling of West Coast celebs from his brother Eldon’s on-off movie contacts.
But that man’s gaze is deep and dark. Very unsettling.
I’m trying to be civilised. I’m a professional person. I should have more self-control, not come apart at one look.
He’s noticed. He’s coming over.
His gaze sweeps over me as he prowls through the guests. The crowd melts before him. Somewhere deep inside, so do I.
I should call security.
Wait. He is security.
‘Ready?’ His voice is like hot velvet.
A prickle of fear raises the down on my arms.
‘I’ll take that as a yes.’ The heat in his eyes makes me shiver. So does the touch of his hand on mine as he guides me up to the stage.
All the clocks, artfully placed among the banks of flowers and balloons to celebrate tonight, start to chime midnight.
It’s the start of a New Year and for us a new era.
At a drumroll from the orchestra, silence falls around us and he starts to speak. His voice flows around me like dark honey and echoes through the vast room. He sounds casual, urbane. He could have been an actor.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve an announcement to make. I’m sure you’ve all guessed it, but here goes. Ella and I are getting engaged. Happy New Year, everybody.’
Balloons tumble down, cheers rise up and he captures my mouth. Our kiss is all too brief and all too hot. A heady foretaste of what’s to come.
* * *
‘You look terrific in that.’ His low murmur thrills through me as we hurry out to the main exit where his car’s waiting to ferry us to his jet. His hand grips mine, his burning look turning my gown into liquid sex.
‘You too.’ I grin, weak with relief – and that kiss.
But I’m still angry.
Behind us, back in the ballroom, New Year’s now in full swing, but we’re cutting things short. We’ve got other plans.
Since we got here tonight our attention has been all on family and friends. His parents, Aaron and Lydia, are here along with my friend Billy and Eldon, Darnley’s brother – and various relatives and business people.
Even my parents are down from Maine. This is a real treat for them. We spent Christmas with them when Darnley proposed, so they know all about it. I was glad to see him blend into our quiet lifestyle and soak up some of my Mom’s wholesome New England cooking – she goes to town in the kitchen on the rare occasions they have guests.
Even Darnley seemed to relax. Old-fashioned home comforts have been sadly lacking from his life.
‘Hey. We’re here.’
He seizes my hand and I jerk out of my reverie. As we step out of the car an icy wind whistles through the fenced-off section of JFK where his jet awaits, crouched on the runway like a gleaming insect.
His driver drops a thick wrap over my shoulders as I pick my way across the icy tarmac. In the distance all around us light sparkles off the banks of soiled snow cleared from the runway.
I shiver in the sharp cold as Darnley hurries me up the gangway. We shake hands with the crew just inside the low, curved doorway. As we settle into our seats we’re already taxiing in a slow curve, setting off towards the long row of double lights waiting to guide us out into the sky and send us west.
We’re off to California.
* * *
The Cessna’s on loan from Aaron. It will refuel at some point. I wasn’t paying attention. I was admiring the extras laid on for our in-flight entertainment – champagne on ice, low, dreamy lighting, satin drapes, a bed – and planning the next stage of my campaign.
We’re in the middle of a raging fight. The Ball was only a brief lull in our battle. Now the gloves are back on.
When the crew finally retire to the fore and aft of the plane to continue their tasks, he closes a small padded door and ushers me into the cushioned privacy of what will be our sleeping quarters for the next few hours.
Not that sleep’s too high on our list.
‘So?’ I glare at him across the soft, satin-lined cabin. ‘When are you seeing one? You promised, Darnley. You promised you’d see one as soon as we were engaged. It’s a –’ Crossly, I search for the right word here.
‘Condition?’ His steady, amused gaze is less than helpful. So is this pointed reference to the bracelets he gave me. Their conditions are mega-significant and sometimes deliberately – and deliciously – painful.
‘It’s a deal-breaker.’ There, I’ve said it. And if he wants to make something of it, let him.
Instantly he does. I see his eyes narrow.
‘Really? Interesting. So when you wear my bracelets I can set conditions, but when you wear my ring you can “break the deal”? How does that work? Hey!’
He pins my wrists behind my back with one hand, his fingers closing round them in a grip just this side of uncomfortable. ‘Here’s the deal. When I see a shrink it’ll be one of my choosing and in my own time. That suit?’
He doesn’t wait for an answer as his mouth finds mine. I should fight this … but now his arms are winding around me, feeling my curves, fondling my valleys, his sure touch sending ripples through me, little pulses that any minute will spark into arousal.
The ground I was so sure of only seconds ago is slipping away.
