Seduction: The Billionaire's Bride of Vengeance
Take three handsome billionaires with their plans for marriage and passionate seduction!When his scheme for revenge by seduction goes awry, sexy billionaire Russell McClain finds he wants to keep sworn enemy Nicole Power even closer by making her his convenient wife!Playboy billionaire Hugh Parkinson had never really noticed his PA, but when Kathryn finds herself in trouble he offers his name as protection. And he demands his sexy new wife fulfils all her marital duties.In need of a wife and heir, Australian tycoon James Logan didn’t hesitate in seducing innocent Megan into bed and up the aisle. But when tragedy struck, James needed to be at his most ruthless to hold on to his bride…
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Three rich, ruthless, eligible but
uncompromising bachelors, whoâll use any means to bedâand wedâ their women!
Three dramatic, sexy and utterly
compelling stories from Australian author Miranda Lee
Passion Lynne Graham June 2011
Pleasure Sandra Marton July 2011
Seduction Miranda Lee August 2011
Fascination Carole Mortimer September 2011
Satisfaction Sharon Kendrick October 2011
Celebration Carol Marinelli November 2011
About the Author
MIRANDA LEE is Australian, living near Sydney. Born and raised in the bush, she was boarding-school educated and briefly pursued a career in classical music, before moving to Sydney and embracing the world of computers. Happily married, with three daughters, she began writing when family commitments kept her at home. She likes to create stories that are believable, modern, fast-paced and sexy. Her interests include meaty sagas, doing word puzzles, gambling and going to the movies.
Look out for Miranda Leeâs exciting novel, Not a Marrying Man, available soon from Mills & Boon>Â® Modern>â¢.
Bride of Vengeance
Bride of Convenience
Bride of Innocence
Bride of Vengeance
RUSSELLâs hands tightened on the steering wheel as he arrived at the address heâd been given.
âMr Power is out of the office today,â heâd been told when he burst into Power Mortgages half an hour earlier and demanded to see Alistair Power.
At first the receptionist had refused to tell Russell where Power might be, no doubt sensing trouble in the eyes of the distraught young man standing in front of her desk. But Russellâs ironically truthful statement that he had urgent business with her boss concerning the tragic death of a business associate had finally elicited the information he wanted. Mr Power and his wife were at the construction site of their new home in the exclusive Sydney suburb of Belleview Hill.
Russell had somehow managed a smile and the girl had jotted down the address.
He wasnât smiling now, a bitter bile filling his mouth as he stared up at what was obviously going to be a grand mansion. Amazing what one could buy with other peopleâs money!
Russell wrenched the wheel of his rusty old car towards the gravel driveway and drove right up to the front of the three-storeyed building. The shell of the house was finished, the roof was on, the front steps in place. A middle-aged man in a superbly tailored business suit was standing up on the porch, a leggy blonde next to him.
Powerâs trophy wife, obviously.
Russell didnât stop to think, his emotions spilling over at the sight of the man whose greed had driven his father to despair and suicide. Hatred propelled him out of the car, his hands curling into furious fists as he charged up the steps.
âAlistair Power!â he called out at the same time.
Cool grey eyes raked over him; Power was not overly perturbed, it seemed, by Russellâs aggressive approach.
âYes. Can I help you?â
Russell could not believe the manâs lack of concern. Couldnât he see his visitor had murder in his heart?
Russell resisted the urge to punch Power then and there. First, he wanted the creep to know who he was and why heâd come.
âI thought youâd like to know that my father killed himself last week.â
Powerâs eyebrows arched. âAnd your father is?â
âThat name means nothing to me. I know no Keith McClain.â
My God, he didnât even recognise his fatherâs name! Yet Russell knew that his dadâhis shy but proud dadâhad gone to Power personally and begged him for more time to repay his loan.
âYou knew him well enough to let him take out two mortgages on his farm,â Russell ground out, âwhen he had no possible means of meeting the repayments. He had no stock, no crops, no income. The ten-year drought had seen to that. But his land was valuable, wasnât it? So you deliberately let him get into debt and then you just took it!â
âYoung man, I donât force people to take out mortgages.â
âYou shouldnât agree to lend money which you know people canât pay back,â Russell countered heatedly. âIâve made some enquiries about Power Mortgages and thatâs your modus operandi.â
Power didnât bat an eyelid. âI havenât done anything illegal. The mistake was your fatherâs. He should have sold his property rather than borrow more money.â
âBut the land had been in his family for generations! He knew nothing else but farming.â
âThatâs not my fault.â
âBut it is your fault. You, and men like you. You donât have any feelings, any compassion. All you care about is making money.â
âBusiness has little room for compassion, son.â
âDonât you call me son, you greedy bastard,â Russell snapped, a red haze of grief launching him forwards.
The trophy wife threw herself in front of Power, stopping Russell in his tracks.
âDonât!â she cried, her hands fluttering up to ward off Russellâs fists. âItâll only make things worse. And it wonât bring your father back.â