Want. Need. Lust.
Just one more night!
For book editor Veronica Johnson, itâs sheer hell seeing her ex Rafael Velez again. Heâs the man she thought sheâd be with for a lifetime, and here he is at her best friendâs wedding! How she hates him still! But he has an outrageous proposition: just one more night together! Itâs foolishâbut achingly tempting. Especially if she walks away without a backward glance, just as he did to her...
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âTiffany Reisz, international bestselling author
AVRIL TREMAYNE is an award-winning author of sexy, modern, urban romances, featuring heroes strong enough to make any woman swoon and stronger heroines who nevertheless refuse to do so. She took a circuitous route to becoming a writer, via careers in nursing, teaching, public relations and corporate affairsâmost recently in global aviation, which gave her a voracious appetite for travel. She currently lives in Sydney, Australia, but is feverishly plotting to move her family to Italy for half of every year. When sheâs not reading or writing Avril can be found dining to excess, drinking lots of wine and obsessing over shoes. Find her at avriltremayne.com, on Facebook at avril.tremayne, on Twitter, @AvrilTremayne, or on Instagram, @avril_tremayne.
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GETTING EVEN
© 2018 Belinda De Rome
Published in Great Britain 2018
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For my mother-in-law, Paula.
And with a million thanks to Kali and Mayte,
for sorting out my gorgeous Rafaelâs Spanish,
and to Sarah White for Scarlett-the-wonder-therapistâs wisdom!
CHAPTER ONE
VERONICA WAS STARTING to think rereading Wuthering Heights before this trip to Yorkshire hadnât been such a good idea. She was finding it impossible not to compare Rafael Velez, sitting six pews in front of her, to Heathcliffâwho was, of course, a prime asshole, albeit a magnetic one.
And once sheâd started down that path, it was inevitable that sheâd wonder if that made her some version of Cathyâwho, sure, was intriguing, but had been stupid enough to leave the action halfway through the novel by dropping dead of a Heathcliff-inflicted broken heart. And Veronica wasnât having any of that drop-dead-of-a-broken-heart crap!
In fact, she considered herself to be walking, talking proof that a woman did not drop dead of a broken heart. She hadnât dropped dead seven years, two months, three weeks and five days ago when Rafael had decided the most appropriate graduation gift he could offer after living with her for three and a half fucking years was to run out on her. And she wasnât going to drop dead today, despite the bloodlust flushing through every cell in her body just because she could see the back of his damn head!