âWhat woman wouldnât get all hot and bothered if Titus Alexander was staring at her like that?â
As part of a number-one-selling girl band, Roxanne Carmichael was used to having the eyes of thousands on her, but now that sheâs scrubbing floors, one condescending look from the Duke of Torchester fires her blood with furyâ¦and attraction!
Titus doesnât suffer fools, and does not drop his guard. But his new chambermaid is threatening his iron self-control with those legs and that wicked mouth! Thereâs only one way he can get her out of his systemâand thatâs to get her into his bed!
âComeâ¦.come with me,â Roxanne whispered.
She turned and headed for the staircase, acutely aware of him behind herâher heart pounding as she led him into her room. Briefly she saw him glance around in surprise and she thought that the fairly featureless little bedroom must look so very different to his own, back in the great house.
Outside, their lives were so dissimilar, she thought. But in this anonymous little room, those differences didnât matter. He might be a duke and she might be a singer whoâd fallen on hard times, but in this one very fundamental act, at leastâthey were equals.
âIs this better?â she questioned as she went into his waiting arms.
âMuch. And this is better still.â His mouth brushed over hers with a featherlight tease. âDonât you think?â
Dear Reader,
One hundred. Doesnât matter how many times I say it, I still canât believe thatâs how many books Iâve written. Itâs a fabulous feeling but more fabulous still is the news that Mills & Boon are issuing every single one of my backlist as digital titles. Wow. I canât wait to share all my stories with you - which are as vivid to me now as when I wrote them.
Thereâs BOUGHT FOR HER HUSBAND, with its outrageously macho Greek hero and A SCANDAL, A SECRET AND A BABY featuring a very sexy Tuscan. THE SHEIKHâS HEIR proved so popular with readers that it spent two weeks on the USA Today charts andâ¦well, I could go on, but Iâll leave you to discover them for yourselves.
I remember the first line of my very first book: âSo youâve come to Australia looking for a husband?â Actually, the heroine had gone to Australia to escape men, but guess what? She found a husband all the same! The man who inspired that book rang me up recently and when I told him I was beginning my 100>th story and couldnât decide what to write, he said, âWhy donât you go back to where it all started?â
So I did. And thatâs how A ROYAL VOW OF CONVENIENCE was born. It opens in beautiful Queensland and moves to England and New York. Itâs about a runaway princess and the enigmatic billionaire who is infuriated by her, yet who winds up rescuing her. But then, she goes and rescues him⦠Wouldnât you know it?
Iâll end by saying how very grateful I am to have a career I love, and to thank each and every one of you who has supported me along the way. You really are very dear readers.
Love,
Sharon xxx
Mills & Boon are proud to present a thrilling digital collection of all Sharon Kendrickâs novels and novellas for us to celebrate the publication of her amazing and awesome 100th book! Sharon is known worldwide for her likeable, spirited heroines and her gorgeous, utterly masculine heroes.
SHARON KENDRICK once won a national writing competition, describing her ideal date: being flown to an exotic island by a gorgeous and powerful man. Little did she realise that sheâd just wandered into her dream job! Today she writes for Mills & Boon, featuring her often stubborn but always to-die-for heroes and the women who bring them to their knees. She believes that the best books are those you never want to end. Just like lifeâ¦
CHAPTER ONE
IT WAS the seediest nightclub heâd ever seen and Titus Alexander couldnât quite hide his instinctive shudder of distaste. Heedless of the curious glances his aristocratic good looks were attracting, he adjusted his powerful frame in the flimsy chair and looked around.
The place was half full of people you wouldnât want to bump into on a dark night and the waitresses wore costumes which might have been considered sexy if they hadnât all been carrying an extra thirty pounds. He froze to find an enormous pair of breasts wobbling perilously close to his face, as he was served a cocktail he was never going to touch. And not for the first time, he wondered who in their right mind would ever choose to work in a dive like this.
Leaning back in his seat, he stared at the stage and reminded himself that he wasnât here to critique his surroundings or to reflect that heâd never been in such a low-rent place before. He was here to see a woman. A woman who...