A Night In His Arms: Captive in the Spotlight / Meddling with a Millionaire / How to Seduce a Billionaire
There are many consequences to just one night of passion…Captive in the Spotlight by Annie West Irresistibly handsome Domenico Volpe is in the spotlight after a recent family tragedy. And now the woman at the centre of it, Lucy Knight, has been released from prison and Domenico is demanding answers! But he doesn’t expect the shy, innocent, woman behind the tough façade…Meddling with a Millionaire by Cat ShieldEmma Montgomery wouldn’t be manipulated into marriage as part of a business deal – not even if Daddy cut off access to her trust fund. Too bad her intended groom – ruthless businessman and former crush Nathan Case – had her nearly betraying herself at every turn!How to Seduce a Billionaire by Kate CarlisleKelly Meredith has returned from holiday as a completely new woman! She says this makeover is part of a plan…a very seductive plan. And boss Brandon Duke is just the man to give her a few lessons in love, savour every moment and then say goodbye – as long as he remembers who is seducing who!
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A Night in His Arms
Captive In The Spotlight
Annie West
Meddling With A Millionaire
Cat Schield
How to Seduce a Billionaire
Kate Carlisle
Table of Contents
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Epilogue
Annie West
Out of the limelight…
Domenico Volpe has been a paparazzi target for years with his rugged Roman looks, glamorous lifestyle and, most recently, a family tragedy. Now that the woman at the center of it all is released from prison, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her quiet.
And into the fire!
Domenico ensures that Lucy Knight “accepts” his offer of refuge on his well-guarded offshore estate. While the media furor abates on the mainland, things are heating up on the island! Domenico is beginning to doubt Lucy’s guilt as he uncovers the innocent, sensual woman behind the tough facade….
Annie West has devoted her life to an intensive study of tall, dark, charismatic heroes who cause the best kind of trouble in the lives of their heroines. As a sideline she’s also researched dream-worthy locations for romance—from bustling, vibrant cities to desert encampments and fairytale castles. It’s hard work, but she loves a challenge. Annie lives with her family at beautiful Lake Macquarie, on Australia’s east coast. She loves to hear from readers and you can contact her at www.annie-west.com or at PO Box 1041, Warners Bay, NSW 2282, Australia.
In memory of our special Daisy, canine member of the family for almost sixteen years and ever-supportive writer’s companion.
And with heartfelt thanks to Josie, Serena and Antony for your advice on Italian language, law and locations.
FOR FIVE GRIM years Lucy had imagined her first day of freedom. A sky the pure blue of Italian summer. The scent of citrus in the warm air and the sound of birds.
Instead she inhaled a familiar aroma. Bricks, concrete and cold steel should have no scent. Yet mixed with despair and commercial strength detergent, they created a perfume called ‘Institution’. It had filled her nostrils for years.
Lucy repressed a shudder of fear, her stomach cramping.
What if there had been a mistake? What if the huge metal door before her remained firmly shut?
Panic welled at the thought of returning to her cell. To come so close then have freedom denied would finally destroy her.
The guard punched in the release code. Lucy moved close, her bag in one clammy hand, her heart in her mouth. Finally the door opened and she stepped through.
Exhaust fumes instead of citrus. Lowering grey skies instead of blue. The roar of cars rather than birdsong.
She didn’t care. She was free!
She closed her eyes, savouring this moment she’d dreamed of since the terror engulfed her.
She was free to do as she chose. Free to try taking up the threads of her life. She’d take a cheap flight to London and a night to regroup before finishing the trip to Devon. A night somewhere quiet, with a comfortable bed and unlimited hot water.
The door clanged shut and her eyes snapped open.
A noise made her turn. Further along, by the main entrance, a crowd stirred. A crowd with cameras and microphones that blared ‘Press’.
Ice scudded down Lucy’s spine as she stepped briskly in the opposite direction.
She’d barely begun walking when the hubbub erupted: running feet, shouts, the roar of a motorbike.
‘Lucy! Lucy Knight!’ Even through the blood pounding in her ears and the confusion of so many people yelling at once, there was no mistaking the hunger in those voices. It was as if the horde had been starved and the scent of fresh blood sent them into a frenzy.
Lucy quickened her pace but a motorbike cut off her escape. The passenger snapped off shot after shot of her stunned face before she could gather herself.
By that time the leaders of the pack had surrounded her, clamouring close and thrusting microphones in her face. It was all she could do not to give in to panic and run. After the isolation she’d known the eager crush was terrifying.
‘How does it feel, Lucy?’
‘What are your plans?’
‘Have you anything to say to our viewers, Lucy? Or to the Volpe family?’
The bedlam of shouted questions eased a fraction at mention of the Volpe family. Lucy sucked in a shocked breath as cameras clicked and whirred in her face, disorienting her.
She should have expected this. Why hadn’t she?
Because it was five years ago. Old news.
Because she’d expected the furore to die down.
What more did they want? They’d already taken so much.
If only she’d accepted the embassy’s offer to spirit her to the airport. Foolishly she’d been determined to rely on no one. Five years ago British officials hadn’t been able to save her from the grinding wheels of Italian justice. She’d stopped expecting help from there, or anywhere.
