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Red-Hot Renegade
Kelly Hunter
Can she keep her hands off her super-sexy ex?In desperate need of protection, Jianne Xang-Bennett reluctantly turns to her estranged husband, martial arts expert Jacob Bennett, for help. But there are problems: they’ve been separated for twelve years and cannot be in the same room together without arguing or ripping each other’s clothes off – sometimes at the same time!But Jacob will go to extremes for those he loves, and Jianne is the only woman who can bring this honourable warrior to his knees. Can they delve beneath their red-hot desire and blazing anger to find the love that has always been hiding?
‘If you want to kiss me and make people think we’re together again, now’s the time,’ he muttered.
‘Are you sure?’
‘No, but do it anyway.’
Sometimes it simply suited a woman to do as she was told.
The touch of a tongue, the remembrance of a taste once savoured and never forgotten. One stunningly erotic kiss to fill the need inside her. One steamy open-mouthed caress to make all those years of loneliness fade away. She wanted that from him.
She took it.
Jake thought he could control this. Here on the pavement in front of strangers Jake figured he could curtail his response to the woman who’d once held his heart. But he hadn’t counted on Jianne’s absolute surrender to the moment. The way she fed the passion that flared between them. Savoured it. Savoured him. With lips and with tongue and a single-mindedness that left no room for holding back. The deeper he fell, the hungrier he got, and the more she gave—until finally he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, his heart thundering and his senses reeling from her taste.
He closed his eyes and kept them closed. Kept one of his senses firmly closed to her as he struggled to regain his mind and some small measure of control. ‘Put your helmet on,’ he whispered. ‘We’re leaving.’
Red-Hot Renegade
By
Kelly Hunter
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Accidentally educated in the sciences, Kelly Hunter has always had a weakness for fairytales, fantasy worlds, and losing herself in a good book. Husband…yes. Children…two boys. Cooking and cleaning…sigh. Sports…no, not really—in spite of the best efforts of her family. Gardening…yes. Roses, of course. Kelly was born in Australia and has travelled extensively. Although she enjoys living and working in different parts of the world, she still calls Australia home. Visit Kelly online at www.kellyhunter.net
Kelly’s novel SLEEPING PARTNER was a 2008 finalist for the Romance Writers of America RITA
award, in the Best Contemporary Series Romance category!
Recent books by the same author:
UNTAMEABLE ROGUE
(#litres_trial_promo)REVEALED: A PRINCE AND A PREGNANCY
(#litres_trial_promo)EXPOSED: MISBEHAVING WITH THE MAGNATE
PLAYBOY BOSS, LIVE-IN MISTRESS
TAKEN BY THE BAD BOY
SLEEPING PARTNER
Dear Reader
My first Mills & Boon
, WIFE FOR A WEEK, featured a heroine with four over-protective big brothers. That heroine helped launch a new editorial stream called Modern Heat™. Those brothers helped keep my writing on track, and every now and then one of them would declare his story ready to be told. I left the hardest story ‘til last, but eventually I took a deep breath and put Jake on the page.
Did I save the best ‘til last? I suspect I did.
Am I a little wistful now that Jake’s story has finally been told and there are no more Bennett stories left to write? I am.
But mostly I’m just thrilled that readers enjoyed the stories and that I had the opportunity to finish what I’d started.
With thanks
Kelly Hunter
The five titles in theBennett Familyseries are:
WIFE FOR A WEEK
PRICELESS
TAKEN BY THE BAD BOY
HONOURABLE ROGUE
RED-HOT RENEGADE
Chapter One
IT was all about saving face. From the tailor-made dinner suit and austere white dress shirt he wore, to the antique gold cufflinks at his wrists, to his hard-won air of indifference. Every breath Jake Bennett took this evening was directed towards getting through his brother’s engagement party without incident and with honour intact.
‘Where’s your tie?’ murmured his soon-to-be sister-in-law as she stopped beside him, her eyes sharp and her smile wry. ‘The one I gave you earlier this evening. The one you’re not wearing.’
‘In my pocket.’ Where it was staying.
Not what Madeline Mercy Delacourte wanted to hear. ‘Something wrong with it?’ she enquired ever so sweetly.
‘Maddy, it’s lilac.’ He liked Madeline. He did. But lately she’d gone a little insane.
‘It’s lilac for a reason, Jacob. Seriously, if you looked any more formidable this evening I wouldn’t have any guests left.’
‘Well, I try,’ he murmured. ‘And stop trying to corrupt my apprentice.’
‘Po?’ Maddy’s eyes narrowed with concern. ‘What’s he done?’
‘You want to know what I found in the dojo showers this afternoon?’
‘Xena warrior princess?’
‘Soap.’
‘The horror.’
‘Lavender soap. Little squares of it, imprinted with fat naked cherubs. Have you any idea what sort of message soap like that sends a class full of black belts?’ A snigger from Madeline. Clearly she did. Clearly Jake’s formidable façade needed work. ‘Po said he got them from you.’
A peal of laughter this time. ‘Sorry,’ murmured Madeline once she’d managed to collect herself. ‘Have you enlightened Po as to the soap’s unsuitability for that particular bastion of rampant masculinity?’
‘I thought you might have a word with him.’
‘What? And deny you the opportunity? What sort of future sister-in-law would I be if I did that?’
‘A helpful one?’
‘That’s me,’ she said. ‘I’m all about the help. Tell you what. You manage a smile in the next twenty minutes and I’ll find Po and talk soap. Deal?’
‘Deal,’ he said and smiled.
‘Damn,’ she said, and Jake’s smile widened.
Shooting him a decidedly dirty glare, Madeline swanned off to mingle with the elegant throng gathered in the glittering cocktail bar of Singapore’s Delacourte Hotel.
That Madeline and Luke’s engagement needed to be celebrated in such moneyed style was a function of Madeline’s insane wealth and of a society that expected such an introduction to her betrothed as their due. The proud presentation of family, the underlying tow of big business, and, most importantly, the forging of profitable alliances—all would take place here tonight. Singapore demanded no less of its inhabitants and, for the chance to do business and grow rich here, Singaporeans willingly paid the price.
As far as the proud presentation of family was concerned, the Bennett siblings and their partners were here en masse. Tristan and Erin had flown in from Sydney. Hallie and Nick and their month-old daughter had arrived this morning from London. Serena and Pete had flown in from Greece early afternoon and hit the ground running. Serena was currently immersed in the crowd somewhere. As for Pete, he’d just moved silently into position at Jake’s side.
Did they think he hadn’t noticed the way they were shielding him? The way they’d taken it in turns to keep him company all evening? Monitoring his mindset and his attitude and heaven knew what else. Fussing over him, as if he couldn’t be trusted to take care of himself?
It was enough to give a man a stabbing headache.
‘Look,’ he said to Pete as another ripple in the evening air announced the arrival of yet more guests to the party. ‘I’m fine. Everything’s under control. She’s not even here.’
‘Nice if you were right,’ said Pete with a heavy sigh. ‘But you’re not. Jianne’s just arrived, along with her aunt and uncle if Luke’s description of them is anything to go by.’
Jianne’s aunt being married to Madeline’s most powerful business partner.
Jianne having recently settled in Singapore and Madeline having met her and taken a liking to her.
Jianne Xang-Bennett.
Jake’s estranged wife.
‘You want a beer?’ asked Pete.
‘No.’
‘Something stronger?’
‘Later.’ A prickling sensation at the back of his neck almost caused Jake to turn around and see for himself what twelve years’ worth of living apart had wrought in his wife, but he resisted the notion as he’d resisted the thought of alcoholic fortification and endured the sensation of being observed as best he could.
Pete nodded unsmilingly, his piercing blue gaze stabbing across Jake’s shoulder. ‘She’s seen us.’
This was not news.
‘Madeline’s herding her towards Hallie and the baby,’ continued Pete as the prickling sensation at the back of Jake’s neck subsided and silvery laughter graced the room. ‘What is it with women and babies?’
‘Says the man whose niece had to be prised from his arms earlier this evening a full hour after she’d fallen asleep.’
‘Hey, just because she fell asleep on me and not you,’ said Pete. ‘Face it, you haven’t got the touch. Besides, it was my turn.’ More of that deliciously female laughter sounded in the background. ‘Jianne’s becoming better acquainted with our niece. Her niece too, come to think of it. You probably don’t want to look.’
‘You’re probably right.’ But Jake did turn and look, and cursed himself for his weakness as the image of an older, breathtakingly beautiful Jianne arrowed into his brain.
She was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Flawless skin, with an abundance of glossy black hair piled high on her head, Jianne had been built slender and carried with her an air of innocent sweetness that Jake had worked hard to forget. Beauty aside, Jianne Xang had also been born into a family whose personal wealth surpassed that of small countries. A minor detail she’d neglected to mention until after they were married.
Not that he was resentful or anything.
It was just that had he known her background he’d have thought twice before asking her to share his common life. Too sheltered for the household full of motherless half-wild siblings that had been in Jake’s care. Too gentle to cope with the rawness of their emotions and his. They’d broken her.
He’d broken her.
It was a wonder she’d stayed as long as she had.
It wasn’t curiosity that made Jake keep watching her. Curiosity was a mild emotion, easily mastered. This need to drink down every tiny detail of Jianne’s appearance clawed at him with the strength of hauntings too long denied.
Jake watched in silence as baby Layla waved tiny fists at Jianne from the safety of her mother’s embrace. Jianne’s rosebud lips curved. Hallie said something and Jianne looked up, startled, and shook her head. No. Whatever the question, the answer was no.
He wanted to look away. He would look away. Soon.
And then Jianne turned her head and looked straight at him through the eyes of an enchantress. Dark as night and deeper than oceans, the western tilt to them a legacy from a great-grandmother who’d been half British on the outside, but on the inside wholly Chinese. Just like Jianne.
Jianne’s smile faltered. Jake couldn’t even begin to summon his.
He was only vaguely aware that beside him one brother growled beneath his breath, and that across the room another had stilled.
And then Luke stepped into the line of sight between them, bearing orange juice for Hallie and champagne for his guest. Attentive host or the first line of defence? Jake didn’t much care. The manoeuvre allowed him to breathe and regroup and smile tightly at Pete, who refused to smile back.
How long would he have to endure this party now that Jianne and her family had arrived? Fifteen minutes? Half an hour? Because he didn’t belong here in this rarefied world of extreme wealth and ever so polite society. He suffered it, that was all, while the beast inside him paced its cage and craved escape.
He looked to the vast wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, wishing for wings and for freedom from duty. He looked for a service entrance, another way out, though he knew he wouldn’t take it.
He needed to get this over with. Meeting Jianne. Conversing with her. A polite ‘how are you’—nothing less would do. An honest ‘you’re looking well’. Small talk about the weather. Something. Anything. And then he’d ask her the question that had taken hold of him and wouldn’t let go until he got an answer.
‘I told Madeline and Hallie that this was never going to work,’ said Pete from his post at Jake’s side. ‘I argued this not insignificant point at length but did they listen? No.’
‘I’m fine,’ said Jake, squaring his shoulders as the prickling sensation between his shoulders beleaguered him once more. ‘Everything’s fine.’
Pete scowled his dissent. But he said no more.
They were all of them here—the Bennett siblings Jianne had once tried to nurture as if they were her own. Every last one of them, here in this room. Jianne had hoped, had clung to the hope, that time and maturity on her part would lessen the daunting impact they had on her, but that wasn’t to be. Jianne watched them exchange glances at the sight of her. She watched them move to protect what was theirs.
Jacob, the centre. The heart of this family. The strength, first son.
