London's Eligible Bachelors: The Unlikely Mistress
They had everything they could want… The Unlikely MistressFor one passionate night in Venice Sabrina forgets her humdrum life and then she accepts millionaire playboy Guy Masters’s invitation to stay in his luxurious London apartment. On a purely platonic basis, of course…Surrender to the SheikhShe was the desert prince’s English mistress… When Rose was whisked away from London to Prince Khalim’s desert palace, on board his private jet, he treated her like a princess. Yet she knew she could never be his wife…The Mistress's ChildProperty millionaire Philip has just discovered he has a son and Lisi knows Tim needs a dad. Philip’s solution is that Lisi and Tim move in with him. Does Philip just want Lisi to be his mistress again?
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Iâve known for a long time that I have the best job in the worldâwriting stories about powerful, complicated men and the women who love themâwhatâs not to like? Some of these stories have stayed especially close to my heart and Iâm delighted to announce that you can now read them for yourself if theyâre new to youâor maybe rediscover them if you loved them as much as I do.
I love them for different reasons. Sometimes because thereâs a heroine I can particularly identify withâlike Rose in Surrender to the Sheikh or Sabrina in The Unlikely Mistress. Sometimes because I am unable to forget the heroâand I confess that they all have an unforgettable hero. I think about Dominic Dashwood in Settling the Score and all the fuss that book caused at the time. I think of the proud Russian, Nikolai, in Too Proud to be Bought and Ross in One Husband Required, who was a very different kind of hero. I can feel as if theyâre all in the room with me, urging you to read their stories, and I hope you will.
The collection runs from May through to October 2015, so please write or tweet me @Sharon_Kendrick and tell me which are your favourites.
Happy reading,
Love,
Sharon
SHARON KENDRICK once won a national writing competition by 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 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 â¦
Londonâs
Eligible Bachelors
The Unlikely Mistress
Surrender to the Sheikh
The Mistressâs Child
Sharon Kendrick
Table of Contents
Sharon Kendrick
SABRINA looked, and then looked again, her heart beating out a guilty beat while she tried to tell herself that her eyes were playing tricks on her. Because he couldnât possibly be for real.
He was standing close to the water, close enough for her to be able to see the carved symmetry of his features. Chiselled cheekbones and a proud, patrician nose. The mouth was lusciousâboth hard and sensualâa mouth which looked as though it had kissed a lot of women in its time.
Only the eyes stopped the face from being too beautifulâthey were too icily cold for perfection. Even from this distance, they seemed to glitter with a vital kind of energy and a black, irresistible kind of dangerâ¦
Oh, Lord, thought Sabrina in despair. What am I thinking of? She was not the kind of woman to be transfixed by complete strangersâespecially not when she was alone and vulnerable in a foreign country. And while Venice was the most beautiful place on earthâshe was there on her own.
On her own. Something she was still having to come to term with. Once again, guilt stabbed at her with piercing accuracy.
But still she watched himâ¦
By the edge of the water, Guy felt his body tense with a sense of the unexpected, aware of the unmistakable sensation of being watched. He narrowed hard slate-grey eyes as they scanned the horizon, and his gaze was suddenly arrested by the sight of the woman who drifted in the gondola towards him. Madonna, he thought suddenly. Madonna.
The pale March sun caught a sheen of bright red-gold hair, drifting like a banner around her shoulders. He could see long, slender limbs and skin so pale it looked almost translucent. Sheâs English, he thought suddenly as their eyes clashed across the glittering water. And for one mad, reckless moment he thought aboutâ¦what? Following her? Buying her a cup of coffee? His mouth hardened into a brief, cynical smile.
It was reckless to want to pick up a total stranger and he, more than most people, knew the folly of being reckless. Hadnât his whole life been spent making amends for his fatherâs one careless act of desperation? The knock-on effect of impulsive behaviour was something to guard against. Resolutely he turned away from her distractions.
Sabrina felt something approaching pain. Look at me, she urged him silently, but her gondolier chose that moment to give an expert twist of his wrist to glide the craft into shore and he was lost to her eyes.
She pushed her guidebook back into her handbag and stood up, allowing the gondolier to steady her elbow, nodding her head vigorously, as if she understood every word of his murmured Italian. But she had paid him before the journey and didnât have a clue what he could be saying to her.
