One Summer At The Beach: Pleasured by the Secret Millionaire / Not-So-Perfect Princess / Wedding at Pelican Beach
Pleasured by the Secret MillionaireGorgeous millionaire Rhys Maitland is tired of women throwing themselves at him just because his name denotes success. On meeting Sienna, Rhys hides the truth and insists they share one night only….…will have them both coming back for more!But Sienna's got her own secrets. Dressing carefully to conceal the scar that plagues her life, she doesn't know she's been exquisitely pleasured–by a secret millionaire! But when one night isn't enough, Rhys and Sienna will have to strip themselves bare–in every sense!Not-So-Perfect PrincessDutiful Princess Julianna has a secret – she's actually happiest makeup free, sailing with the sea breeze in her hair. Her attraction to rebel prince Alejandro is instant – but her intended is his brother, the proper but dull Enrique!For the first time, Julianna's irresistibly tempted. Before long, she's spending her nights sailing with gorgeous Alejandro while the rest of the palace believes she's sleeping. Soon she'll have to choose – remain the perfect princess, or follow her heart and stop sleepwalking her way through life….Wedding at Pelican BeachEva has come to Pelican Beach for a month – but on meeting Dr Zac Carlisle, staying put suddenly seems very tempting… Will the community spirit be enough for Zac to stop listening to his head and follow his heart…?
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One Summer at the Beach
Pleasured by the Secret Millionaire
Natalie Anderson
Not-So-Perfect Princess
Melissa McClone
Wedding at Pelican Beach
Emily Forbes
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Pleasured by the Secret Millionaire
Natalie Anderson
“Last night was an appetizer. My appetite is well and truly whetted. I want you in a bed, my bed, with all the hours of darkness ahead of us.”
Color flooded her. Top to toe. Sienna knew it did. She could hear blood beating in her ears, feel it in her cheeks, the palms of her hands. Hell, even her ankles were blushing—her knees. Actually blushing. And it wasn’t just embarrassment. It was the most words Rhys had strung together in the short time she’d known him, and she wished he hadn’t because his voice was rich and deep and she couldn’t help but listen—and be seduced. And she couldn’t help but look at his mouth as it moved, and really those lips alone were seductive enough.
As for what he’d actually said…
The blush deepened. But she didn’t have a chance in succeeding a second time. She’d have to get naked—and that she didn’t want to do. She’d never forgotten the look on Neil’s face. The way he’d recoiled. Everything would change.
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All about the author…
Natalie Anderson
Possibly the only librarian who got told off herself for talking too much, NATALIE ANDERSON decided writing books might be more fun than shelving them—and boy, is it that. Especially writing romance—it’s the realization of a lifetime dream kick-started by many an afternoon spent devouring Grandma’s Mills & Boon>® novels.
She lives in New Zealand with her husband and four gorgeous but exhausting children. Swing by her Web site, www.natalie-anderson.com, anytime—she’d love to hear from you.
For Bridge: over twenty-five years of
best-friendship. Cool huh? I’m banking on
at least sixty more…
And Kate: for all those Thursday mornings,
awesome F&H adventures, yummy veggie
dinners—not to mention the book on Peru!
Thanks so much.
SYDNEY: sun, surf and shopping. All that was missing was the sex.
Sienna smiled as she crossed the beach, the soles of her feet tingling on the hot sand. Beautiful bodies decorated the shore and she cruised through them, winding her way back up to the footpath. Oh, yeah. If she ever went to a doctor again this would be the only prescription she’d pay attention to. One week of pure holiday—preparation time before her big adventure. Her first week where no one knew about her health or her history—the fresh beginning she’d been hanging out half her life for.
She paused to let a couple stroll by in front of her. Tried not to envy the way the woman oh-so-casually wore her teeny tiny triangles of material—aka her bikini. Crimson-red with shoestring straps, it revealed more than it concealed and she had both the body and boldness to wear it. Sienna didn’t have either. She didn’t want the looks, the ill-concealed curiosity or pity. She didn’t want the speculation full stop. Hence her throat-high top—even though it did cling and her miniskirt was more on the mini than the skirt side. And sure she’d spotted the odd sideways glance her way from a couple of men. As usual she’d shied away from them. She could never show her cleavage the way that woman did. Irritation increased her pace and she lectured her wavering confidence—must improve assertiveness quotient! How was she ever going to tick her way through her list of ‘must achieve’ activities if she couldn’t even hold a stranger’s gaze for more than a split second? How was that ‘living in the moment’—her new motto?
Suddenly touched by melancholy she crossed the street, moving away from the beach and into the pub, club and café scene. She needed to buck up—wasn’t it her New Year’s resolution to live life to the max? Take no prisoners? Maybe she’d go dancing with the girls she’d met at the hostel the previous night. Full of adventure and fun, they’d be able to teach her a few tricks. At least she could hang on for the ride and watch. But that was what she was sick of—being the one on the sidelines, unable to participate because she wasn’t allowed. Well, now she was allowed. And there was no one here to tell her she couldn’t, wouldn’t or shouldn’t. But nor was there anyone to tell her she could, would or should either. She wished Lucy were here, her crazy friend who had all the gumption and the heart as well. The person who’d shown her some fun in spite of the restrictions all those years. But she’d had to come away alone—needing to prove to herself that she could do it. Because then she’d truly believe it and could insist others recognise it too.
