DEAR READER LETTER
By Sharon Kendrick
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 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 100th 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
âIs this some kind of joke?â she demanded hoarsely.
He shook his head. âThink about it, Catherineâsee what sense it makes. It gives you security, for a start. And not just for you, but for the baby.â
She stared at him with clear, bright eyes. âAnd whatâs in it for you?â
âIt legitimizes everything.â His eyes met hers. âWhatever happens, Catherine, this child will have my name and one day will inherit my wealth.â
âAn old-fashioned marriage of convenience, you mean?â
âOr a very modern one,â he amended quietly.
âAnd whatâs that supposed to mean?â
âIt means that we can make the rules up as we go along.â
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 life . . .
AT FIRST, Catherine didnât notice the shadowy figure sitting there. She was too busy smiling at the waiter with her practised I-am-having-a-wonderful-holiday smile, instead of letting her face fall into the crestfallen lines which might have given away the fact that her boyfriend had fallen in love with another woman.
The sultry night air warmed her skin like thick Greek honey.
âKalispera, Nico.â
âKalispera, Dhespinis Walker,â said the waiter, his face lighting up when he saw her. âGood day?â
âMmm!â she enthused. âI took the boat trip out to all the different coves, as you recommended!â
âMy brotherâhe look after you?â questioned Nico anxiously.
âOh, yesâhe looked after me very well.â In fact, Nicoâs brother had tried to take more than a professional interest in ensuring that she enjoyed the magnificent sights, and Catherine had spent most of the boat-trip sitting as far away from the tiller as possible!
âMy usual table, is it?â she enquired with a smile, because Nico had gone out of his way to give her the best table every eveningâthe faraway one, which looked out to sea.
But Nico was frowning. âTonight it is difficult, dhespinis. The table is already taken. For tonight the man from Irlandia is here.â
Some odd quality changed the tone of his voice as he spoke. Catherine heard reverence. Respect. And something else which sounded awfully like a grudging kind of envy. She looked at him with a lack of comprehension. The man from where? âIrlandia?â she repeated.
âIre-land,â he translated carefully, after a momentâs thought. âHe arrive this afternoon and he take your table for dinner.â
It was ridiculous to feel so disappointed, but that was exactly the way she did feel. Funny how quickly you established little routines on holiday. Night after night Catherine had sat at the very end of the narrow wooden deck which made up the floor of the restaurant, so close to the sea that you felt as if you were almost floating over it.