A Trip with the Tycoon
Книга "A Trip with the Tycoon", авторами которой являются Литагент HarperCollins EUR}, Nicola Marsh, 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, Литагент HarperCollins EUR позволяет читателю погрузиться в сложные эмоциональные переживания героев и проникнуться их судьбами. EUR настолько живо и точно передает неповторимые нюансы человеческой психологии, что каждая страница книги становится путешествием в глубины человеческой души.
"A Trip with the Tycoon" - 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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Dear Reader
Travel is in my blood. I first flew at two months of age, and haven’t stopped since! I love the different cultures, the food, the sights and the people of our big, wide world, and I have been lucky enough to visit many places.
For me, India evokes images of spices, saris, sun and sand. The people are as diverse as the delicious cuisine, their monuments steeped in tradition centuries old. It is a land of contrast, of mystique, and what better place to set a romance novel?
Such a spectacular setting is the perfect backdrop for Tamara and Ethan’s story. Tamara, of Indian descent, is on a journey of self-discovery. Travelling on the majestic ‘Palace on Wheels’ train through Rajasthan, and later Goa, she never expects to find romance. Suave, sexy Ethan has other ideas, and the corporate pirate sweeps Tamara off her feet.
There’s nothing like a holiday romance—but what happens when these two return to Melbourne? Turn the pages to find out!
I hope you enjoy this magical journey through India.
Happy reading!
Nicola
Visit Nicola’s website at www.nicolamarsh.com for the latest news of her books.
For Uncle Ian and Rayner,
who kindly shared their recent memories of the ‘Palace on Wheels’ as I wrote this. Thanks for the photos, the anecdotes, the laughs—and for bringing the trip alive.
CHAPTER ONE
TAMARA RAYNE’S high heels clacked impatiently against the cobblestones as she strode towards Ambrosia, Melbourne’s hippest restaurant, a gourmet’s delight and the place where she was trying to get her life back on track.
Her favourite butterscotch boots, patent leather with a towering heel—impractical yet gorgeous—never failed to invoke the stuff of her surname as plump drops splashed down from the heavens and lashed her in a stinging sheet.
With her laden arms and no umbrella, she needed a mythical knight in shining armour. She’d thought she’d had him once in Richard. How wrong she’d been.
Blinking back futile tears—wasted tears, angry tears—she pushed on Ambrosia’s door with her behind, staggering with her load, almost slamming into her knight.
More of a pirate, really, a corporate pirate in a designer suit with rain-slicked dark hair, roguish blue eyes and a devilish smile.
‘Need a hand?’
Definitely devilish, and used to great effect if the constant parade of women traipsing through Ethan Brooks’s life was any indication.
‘You’re back.’
‘Miss me?’
‘Hardly.’
She hadn’t meant to sound so frosty but then, what was he doing? Flirting? She barely knew him, had seen him three times in the last year out of necessity, so why the familiarity?
‘Too bad.’ He shrugged, his roguish smile widening as he pointed to the bundle in her arms. ‘Do you want help with that?’
Quashing the urge to take her load and run, she nodded. ‘Thanks.’
He grunted as she offloaded the bag perched precariously on top of the rest. ‘What’s in here? Bricks for the new tandoori oven I’ve ordered?’
‘Almost as heavy.’
Her voice wobbled, just a tad, and she swallowed, twice. It was the mention of the tandoori oven that did it.
Her mum had loved tandoori chicken, had scored the chicken to let the spices and yoghurt marinate into it, had painstakingly threaded the pieces onto skewers before grilling, while lamenting the loss of her real oven back in Goa.
Her mother had missed her homeland so much, despite living in Melbourne for the last thirty years of her life. It had been the reason they’d planned their special trip together: a trip back in time for her mum, a trip to open Tamara’s eyes to a culture she’d never known even though Indian blood ran in her veins.
Thanks to Richard, the trip never happened and, while her mum had died three years ago and she’d come to terms with her grief, she’d never forgiven him for robbing her of that precious experience.
Now, more than ever, she needed her mum, missed her terribly. Khushi would’ve been her only ally, would’ve been the only one she trusted with the truth about Richard, and would’ve helped her reclaim her identity, her life.
Hot, bitter tears of regret stung her eyes and she deliberately glanced over Ethan’s shoulder, focusing on anything other than the curiosity in his eyes.
‘Can you take the rest? My arms are killing me.’
She knew he wouldn’t push, wouldn’t ask her what was wrong.
He hadn’t pushed when she’d been detached and withdrawn following Richard’s death while they’d sorted through the legal rigmarole of the restaurant.
He hadn’t pushed when she’d approached him to use Ambrosia six months ago to kick-start her career.
Instead, he’d taken an extended business trip, had been aloof as always. There was a time she’d thought he disliked her, such was his distant demeanour whenever she entered a room.
But she hadn’t wasted time figuring it out. He was Richard’s mate and that was all the reason she needed to keep her distance. Ethan, like the rest of the planet, thought Richard was great: top chef, top entertainer, top bloke.
