Sebastian brought his hands to Aneesaâs jaw, his thumbs brushing her cheeks back and forth.
She was barely breathing now, hypnotised by the blue glitter of his eyes, by the heady sense of expectation in the air, by his intensely masculine scent.
He reached for her and captured her easily, spanning two hands around her slim waist, bare under the drape of the sari, her skin satin soft. Never before had he been so achingly aware of the delicious anticipation of kissing a woman for the first time.
His mouth was so close now ⦠Aneesa could feel her eyes flutter closed, the intensity of feelings within her almost unbearable. And then their breaths mingled, his firm mouth touched hers and she was lost in a heady world of sensation that obliterated all the pain and turmoil as effectively as if sheâd just lost her memory.
In a heartbeat the kiss became something much more primal and urgent. Sebastian struggled to hold back and soon they were hurtling towards the brink, faster than anything heâd experienced before.
As he stood on the precipice of making a momentous decisionâfor there was no way he was letting Aneesa leave him nowâhe felt acutely vulnerable. For the first time someone stood before him and didnât see the infamous Sebastian Wolfe of the scandalous Wolfe family. Nor the multimillionaire. She didnât know his history, she had no expectation of him.
BAD BLOOD
A powerful dynasty, where secrets and scandal never sleep!
THE DYNASTY
Eight siblings, blessed with wealth, but denied the
one thing they wantedâa fatherâs love.
A family destroyed by one manâs thirst for power.
THE SECRETS
Haunted by their past and driven to succeed, the
Wolfes scattered to the far corners of the globe.
But secrets never sleep and scandal
is starting to stir â¦
THE POWER
Now the Wolfe brothers are back, stronger than
ever, but hiding hearts as hard as granite.
Itâs said that even the blackest of souls can
be healed by the purest of love⦠But can the dynasty rise again?
ABBY GREEN got hooked on Mills & Boon>® romances while still in her teens, when she stumbled across one belonging to her grandmother, in the west of Ireland. After many years of reading them voraciously, she sat down one day and gave it a go herself. Happily, after a few failed attempts, Mills & Boon bought her first manuscript.
Abby works freelance in the film and TV industry, but thankfully the 4am starts and the stresses of dealing with recalcitrant actors are becoming more and more infrequent, leaving her more time to write!
She loves to hear from readers, and you can contact her through her website at www.abby-green.com. She lives and works in Dublin.
This is for my fellow âBad Bloodâ contributorsâ
Sarah, Janette, Caitlin, Lynn, Robyn, Jennie and Kateâthanks for all your help and encouragement along the way!
ANEESA ADANI was stuck in a waking nightmare. She battled a surge of panic as her younger sister and aunts led her forward towards the place where her fiancé waited to make her his wife.
The elaborate wedding sari she wore constricted her movements, adding to the sense of cloying claustrophobia. Heavy jewels literally dripped from her head, ears, throat, arms and hands, weighing her down.
Fighting an overwhelming urge to break free and escape she told herself once again that she only had herself to blame for her predicament. If she hadnât been so blinkered, so unforgivably naïve ⦠so impossibly complacent, then she might not be here right now.
She was propelled forward again and suddenly her fiancé and her parents saw her arrival. A hush descended over the crowd in the huge and beautiful inner courtyard, lit with the seductive glow of hundreds of lanterns. This courtyard was the centrepiece in one of the most exclusive hotels in Mumbaiâthe jewel in the hotelâs crown. The sheer opulence of it all terrified her now, the reality of what she was doing hitting her anew.
With an awful sick feeling of impending doom and fatality Aneesa reluctantly moved forward, but just then a small movement caught her eye from the side. She glanced around and, for a moment, was blinded by the icy blue gaze of a man. He was slightly obscured, in the shadows, but even that couldnât hide the fact that he was so tall and good-looking he momentarily distracted her from her surroundings.
As she registered the darkly handsome foreigner who had no doubt snuck in to ogle the most prestigious wedding of the year, reality slammed back into her again, heightened now by seeing himâas if he represented some kind of escape or freedom to her. And she knew in that moment that she hadnât been able to disguise the fear or turmoil in her eyes. Heâd seen it all and she could only be thankful that he was a complete stranger. Tearing her eyes away, she mentally steeled herself and walked forward to meet her fate â¦.
Sebastian Wolfe still reeled slightly from the searing glance heâd shared with the bride as sheâd arrived. Sheâd looked around only briefly and yet had honed in on his gaze as if sheâd felt the weight of it.