Carole Mortimer Romance Collection
Книга "Carole Mortimer Romance Collection", автором которой является Кэрол Мортимер, представляет собой захватывающую работу в жанре Современная зарубежная литература. В этом произведении автор рассказывает увлекательную историю, которая не оставит равнодушными читателей.
Автор мастерски воссоздает атмосферу напряженности и интриги, погружая читателя в мир загадок и тайн, который скрывается за хрупкой поверхностью обыденности. С прекрасным чувством языка и виртуозностью сюжетного развития, Кэрол Мортимер позволяет читателю погрузиться в сложные эмоциональные переживания героев и проникнуться их судьбами. Мортимер настолько живо и точно передает неповторимые нюансы человеческой психологии, что каждая страница книги становится путешествием в глубины человеческой души.
"Carole Mortimer Romance Collection" - это не только захватывающая история, но и искусство, проникнутое глубокими мыслями и философскими размышлениями. Это произведение призвано вызвать у читателя эмоциональные отклики, задуматься о важных жизненных вопросах и открыть новые горизонты восприятия мира.
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Carole Mortimer Romance Collection
War of Love
Twoâs Company
Return Engagement
The One and Only
One-Man Woman
Wildest Dreams
A Marriage to Remember
Joined by Marriage
To Woo a Wife
To Be a Husband
To Be a Bridegroom
Carole Mortimer
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IF ONE more opportunistic male used the excuse of patting the fluffy white tail on her bottom as a means of touching her, Silke knew she was going to scream!
The adolescent schoolboys had been bad enough, a small group of them taking much delight in tormenting her as they wandered around the store as a way of filling in time during their school holidays; Silke was positive that none of them could actually afford to buy anything in the prestigious store Buchananâs, and she had seen the store detective, under the guise of a customer, eyeing them cautiously too. Although he hadnât made any move to stop them when they had taunted Silke!
Just as he hadnât blown his cover when an old man had approached her a few minutes ago. Perhaps he had considered that Silke, after dealing with the schoolboys herself, was more than capable of dealing with him too. And she certainly had. She didnât care that the elderly man had twinkling grey eyes and a friendly smile; the way he had patted her bottom had been altogether too friendly, and had earned him a verbal rebuke of the most cutting kind!
Of course, she knew the way she was dressed was sure to provoke attention, had expected a few ribald jokes, but the familiarity was something else entirely. God, no wonder Nadine had decided she had something more important to do today; she had probably known exactly what this job was going to be like!
As it was, Silke intended having a word with her mother about the sort ofâ
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â
Silke spun round at the sound of that harshly accusing male voiceâas quickly as she could in these stupid high-heeled shoes that went with the rest of this ridiculous costume. Whoever had chosen this bunny outfit had obviously opted for the overtly sexual rather than the cuddly, fluffy kind, and Silke was feeling very conspicuous with her long legs encased in silky black tights, and wearing a brief black bathing costume whose only similarity to a rabbit was the fluffy white pom-pom on her bottom. At least the fluffy white head with its long ears and face-mask had the advantage of covering up all of her hair and most of her face; she would hate anyone actually to recognise her wearing this costume!
And as she turned to face the owner of that grating voice she was glad of at least that amount of anonymityâbecause the thunderous-looking man who owned that more than cutting voice was lookingâglaring!âstraight at her! And, as far as she was aware, she had never seen him before. She would have remembered someone like him; he wasnât a man anyone was likely to forget in a hurry. Or slowly, either, for that matter...
He was taller than average, well over six feet, Silke would guess judging from the way he towered over her, his black hair styled severely short, thick black brows over the coldest grey eyes Silke had ever seen, and the handsomeness of the rest of his faceâa long, straight nose and sculpted lips over a squarely aggressive jawâwas marred by the fierce anger of his expression. And it was directed straight at her!
