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Forbidden Desires: A Debt Paid in Passion / An Exception to His Rule / Waves of Temptation
Marion Lennox
Lindsay Armstrong
Dani Collins
A Debt Paid in Passion by Dani CollinsRaoul Zesiger has everything a man could want – including Sirena Abbott, the perfect PA. Or so it seems – until their professional relationship gives way to one hot, impassioned night…and then he has her arrested! But what will happen when Raoul uncovers the truth behind her actions?An Exception to His Rule by Lindsay ArmstrongDevastatingly gorgeous millionaire Damien Wyatt lives by one rule: never more than one night. But when Harriet Livingstone appears across his interview table – he’s tempted by her stunning beauty. Keeping their relationship out of the bedroom is becoming a battle… One neither of them really wants to win.Waves of Temptation by Marion LennoxWhen Kelly Eveldene’s son is injured she finds herself face to face with the one man she prayed never to see again: delectable Dr Matt Eveldene! Seeing Kelly brings back their painful history and ignites unacceptable desires in Matt – she’s strictly off-limits! But who can resist the forbidden…?
Forbidden Desires
A Debt Paid in Passion
Dani Collins
An Exception to His Rule
Lindsay Armstrong
Waves of Temptation
Marion Lennox
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#u08afca9d-df7e-5c76-a3d6-240ee560f754)
Title Page (#u6421ba68-6d3d-5eb1-bfe8-d45ab2dc8b39)
A Debt Paid in Passion (#uba0a3c38-5efd-53c7-97a7-1a82ddf0a640)
Back Cover Text (#uee1244c2-23a7-5c86-b37f-1c20cdda8c50)
About the Author (#u50e8007a-4698-5ac9-9d85-6c2808e44d72)
Dedication (#u1065d638-5a2a-5fca-8b53-65a3191807db)
CHAPTER ONE (#ua4050075-80d8-51fd-bfc0-39c9fa885d7f)
CHAPTER TWO (#u242b91e6-05b4-5e52-8cc0-9d174ab0e838)
CHAPTER THREE (#u04a2a28e-bc0b-53f9-bbc1-241c6de6bce0)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u1b3774e6-82a1-5eeb-aa46-10694d65a7d1)
CHAPTER FIVE (#ub0f75c21-cca9-5561-a725-062be8d34637)
CHAPTER SIX (#uacf4b874-7e6a-5815-9295-5cfc23d53778)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#u33633872-2a21-5f80-9f7b-8ffa5733daa2)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#uf3cf7b49-48d5-5840-a754-798c848ccec6)
CHAPTER NINE (#u0291d396-f5ed-51a4-b465-d27308054859)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
An Exception to His Rule (#litres_trial_promo)
Back Cover Text (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
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Waves of Temptation (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
PROLOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
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A Debt Paid in Passion (#u317e74bc-9496-543a-aac4-020d03c88741)
Dani Collins
A beautiful thief…?
Raoul Zesiger has everything a man could want—including Sirena Abbott, the perfect PA who keeps his life in order. Or so it seems, until their professional relationship gives way to one hot, impassioned night…and then he has her arrested for embezzlement!
She may have escaped a prison sentence, but Sirena knows she’ll be shackled to Zesiger by more than just the past. With Raoul determined to recover the debt she owes him, Sirena is torn between guilt and an impossible attraction. But what will happen when Raoul uncovers the truth behind her theft?
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.
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).
Generous readers, you’re my valentines.
Thank you for making all those hours in my stuffy attic writing room worth it.
CHAPTER ONE (#u317e74bc-9496-543a-aac4-020d03c88741)
LOOK AT ME, Raoul Zesiger willed Sirena Abbott.
He had to lean back in his chair to see her past the three men between them. He should have been looking at the judge, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Sirena.
She sat very still, face forward, her profile somber. Her absurdly long gypsy lashes had stayed downswept as his lawyer had risen to speak. She didn’t even flick a glance in his direction when her own lawyer stood to plead that jail time was counterproductive, since she needed to work to pay back the stolen funds.
Raoul’s lawyers had warned him this wouldn’t result in incarceration, but Raoul had pressed hard for it. He would see this treacherously innocent-looking woman, with her mouth pouted in grave tension and her thick brunette locks pulled into a deceptively respectful knot, go to jail for betraying him. For stealing.
His stepfather had been a thief. He had never expected to be taken advantage of again, especially by his reliable PA, a woman he’d come to trust to be there, always. But she had dipped her fingers into his personal account.
Then she had tried to manipulate him into going easy by being easy.
He didn’t want the flash of memory to strike. His ears were waiting for the judge to state that this would progress to a sentence, but his body prickled with heat as he recalled the feel of those plump lips softening under his. Her breasts, a lush handful, had smelled of summer. Her nipples were sun-warmed berries against his tongue, succulent and sweet. The heart-shaped backside he’d watched too often as it retreated from his office had been both taut and smooth as he had lifted her skirt and peeled lace down. Thighs like powdered sugar, an enticing musky perfume between that pulled him to hard attention as he remembered how tight—almost virginal—she’d been. But so hot and welcoming.
Because she’d known her criminal act was about to come to light.
His gut clenched in a mixture of fury and unparalleled carnal hunger. For two years he’d managed to keep his desire contained, but now that he’d had her, all he could think about was having her again. He hated her for having such power over him. He could swear under oath that he’d never hurt a woman, but he wanted to crush Sirena Abbott. Eradicate her. Destroy her.
The clap of a gavel snapped him back to the courtroom. It was empty save for the five of them behind two tables, both facing the judge. His lawyer gave Raoul a resigned tilt of his head and Raoul realized with sick disgust that the decision had gone in Sirena’s favor.
At the other table, partly obscured by her lawyer, Sirena’s spine softened in relief. Her wide eyes lifted to the heavens, shining with gratitude. Her lawyer thanked the judge and set a hand under Sirena’s elbow to help her rise, leaning in to say something to her.
Raoul felt a clench of possessiveness as he watched the solicitous middle-aged lawyer hover over her. He told himself it was anger, nothing else. He loathed being a victim again. She shouldn’t get away with a repayment plan of six hundred pounds a month. That wasn’t reparation. That was a joke.
Why wouldn’t she look at him? It was the least she could do: look him in the eye and acknowledge they both knew she was getting away with a crime. But she murmured something to her lawyer and left the man packing his briefcase as she circled to the aisle. Her sexy curves were downplayed by her sleek jacket and pencil skirt, but she was still alluring as hell. Her step slowed as she came to the gate into the gallery.
Look at me, Raoul silently commanded again, holding his breath as she hesitated, sensing she was about to swing her gaze to his.
Her lips drained of color and her hand trembled as she reached out, trying to find the gate. She stared straight ahead, eyes blinking and blinking—
“She’s fainting!” He shoved past his two lawyers and toppled chairs to reach her even as her own lawyer turned and reacted. They caught her together.
Raoul hated the man anew for touching her as they both eased her to the floor. She was dead weight. He had to catch her head as it lolled. She hadn’t been this insubstantial the last time he’d held her. She hadn’t been fragile.
Raoul barked for first aid.
Someone appeared with oxygen in blessedly short time. He let himself be pushed back a half step, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the way Sirena’s cheeks had gone hollow, her skin gray. Everything in him, breath, blood, thought, ground to a halt as he waited for a new verdict: that she would be okay.
It was his father all over again. The lack of response, the wild panic rising in him as he fought against helplessness and brutal reality. Was she breathing? She couldn’t be dead. Open your eyes, Sirena.
Distantly he heard the attendant asking after preexisting conditions and Raoul racked his brain. She wasn’t diabetic, had never taken medication that he’d seen. He reached for the phone he’d turned off while court was in session, intent on accessing her personnel file, when he heard her lawyer answer in a low murmur.
“She’s pregnant.”
The words burst like shattered glass in his ears.
* * *
Sirena became aware of something pressed to her face. Clammy sweat coated her skin and a swirl of her ever-present nausea turned mercilessly inside her.
She lifted a heavy hand to dislodge whatever was smothering her and a voice said, “You fainted, Sirena. Take it easy for a minute.”
Opening her eyes, she saw John, the highly recommended lawyer who’d been perfunctory until she’d almost vomited in his wastebasket. She’d told him the father’s identity was irrelevant, but Raoul was glaring from beyond John’s shoulder with all the relevance of an unforgiving sun on a lost soul in the desert—and he appeared about as sympathetic.
She had tried hard not to look at Raoul, former boss, brief lover, unsuspecting father. He was too...everything. Tall, dark, unabashedly urbane and sophisticated. Severe. Judgmental.
