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
âWill you, Sophie, come and live with me in La Rioja?â
There was a heartbeat of a pause while she considered the alternative. âI will,â she said in a low voice, thinking with a poignant longing how much like a wedding vow that sounded. But he was not offering her marriage. He wanted her, yes, and he was entrusting her with the care of his son. But not love. Not marriage.
His mistress and his sonâs caregiver.
âYou would leave all this behind?â he asked.
âI would.â
âWhy?â
âBecause of your son.â She faltered, and saw his face suddenly become closed.
âAndâ¦and for you, Luis.â
âBut what for me, exactly, querida?â he questioned softly.
âI want you.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 lifeâ¦
For my darling TK, who has inspired more passion and romance than he will ever knowâ¦
THE phone chose precisely the wrong moment to ring. Up to her eyes in spreadsheets, Sophie gave a little groan of irritation as she clicked the button up. She still had masses to get through, which was why she had been in the office since the crack of dawn.
She normally worked from around eight until lateâhowever late she needed to be to get the job done; no one could ever accuse Sophie of a lack of dedication, but for once she wanted to leave early. To spend an outrageously indolent time getting ready for a date. A hot date, tooâwith Oliver Duncan, owner of rival ad agency Duncanâs.
She wriggled her shoulders with anticipationâbecause she was about to spend the evening with one of Londonâs most eligible men and was currently the envy of all her single girlfriends!
âNow, I did say I didnât want to be disturbed, Narell,â she joked in mock-stern tone, knowing full well that Narell was the best assistant in the world, so maybe it was important. It had better be!
But Narellâs voice sounded strained. âIâm afraid that this man wouldnât take no for an answer. He insisted he speak to you.â
Sophie pulled a face.
âInsisted, did he?â she mused aloud. âIâm not sure I like men who insist! Who is it?â
âItâsâ¦itâsâ¦â Narell cleared her throat, as if she couldnât quite believe the name she was saying. âItâs Don Luis de la Camara.â
Luis.
Luis!
Sophie gripped the desk as if holding on to it for dear life. How mad, how crazyâthat just the mention of his name was enough to bring her out into a cold sweat.
She felt excitement. Gut-wrenching and stomach-melting excitement. And then, hard on the heels of excitement came guilt. She felt its icy heat pin-pricking at her brow.