Surrendering To The Vengeful Italian
One step from surrenderFor seven years formidable Leonardo Vincenti has planned his vengeance on Douglas Shaw—and nothing will stop him. Not even Shaw’s stunning but treacherous daughter Helena, who—right now—is pleading for leniency.Grim satisfaction spreads through Leo, because he knows she would willingly never take up his challenge to return to his side. But he has greatly underestimated Helena. Secrets drive her as if the very devil were on her heels. And suddenly the passion that left them undone years before is forcing them both to the brink of surrender…Don’t miss Angela Bissell’s dramatic debut for Mills & Boon Modern Romance!
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One step from surrender
For seven years, formidable Leo Vincenti has planned his vengeance on Douglas Shaw and nothing will stop him. Not even Shawâs stunning but treacherous daughter, Helena, whoâright nowâis pleading for leniency. Grim satisfaction spreads through him as he knows she would willingly never take up his challenge to return to his side.
But he has greatly underestimated Helena. Secrets drive her as if the very devil were on her heels. And suddenly the passion that left them undone years before is forcing them both to the brink of surrender...
âWhat if we donât convince them?â
âThat we are lovers?â
âYes.â The word came out slightly strangled.
Leo straightened from the table. âYou assured me you could handle it. Are you getting cold feet already, Helena?â
She almost laughed at his choice of expression. Cold? Oh, no. No part of her felt cold right now. Not even close. Not when the prospect of playing lovers with Leo for an entire week had her blood racing so hot and crazy she feared her veins might explode.
He stepped towards her. âThere is one way to ensure weâre convincing.â
âOh?â She tamped down the urge to scurry to the other side of the room. âHow?â
âDrop the pretence.â
Her brain took several seconds to register his meaning. She blinked, a bubble of incredulous laughter climbing her throat. âYouâre kidding, right?â
âYou find the prospect of sex with me abhorrent?â
The questionâso explicit, yet so casually deliveredâtriggered a fresh wave of heat that burned all the way from her hairline down to the valley between her breasts. Abhorrent? No. Dangerous? Yes. Terrifying? Utterly. Though not for any reason she was fool enough to admit.
Irresistible Mediterranean Tycoons
Impossibly arrogant, overwhelmingly sexy...
Meet the men you canât say no to!
Gorgeous, powerful and darkly brooding, Leo Vincenti and Nicolas César have dominated their fieldsânot only in their home countries of Italy and France, but across the globe.
Now itâs time for them to turn their unwavering focus on a different challenge: conquering two defiantly delectable heroines of their own!
But have these billionaires bitten off more than they can chew?
Find out in:
Surrendering to the Vengeful Italian
December 2016
Defying her Billionaire Protector
January 2017
Donât miss this fabulous debut duet by Angela Bissell!
ANGELA BISSELL lives with her husband and one crazy Ragdoll cat in the vibrant harbourside city of Wellington, New Zealand. In her twenties, with a wad of savings and a few meagre possessions, she took off for Europe, backpacking through Egypt, Israel, Turkey and the Greek Islands before finding her way to London, where she settled and worked in a glamorous hotel for several years. Clearly the perfect grounding for her love of Mills & Boon Modern Romance! Visit her at angelabissell.com.
This is Angelaâs stunning debut for Mills & Boon Modern Romanceâwe hope you enjoy it!
Look out for the next part of her
Irresistible Mediterranean Tycoons duet!
Defying Her Billionaire Protector
Available January 2017
For Tony. Because you never stopped believing. And you never let me quit. Love you to infinity, Mr B.
And for Mum. The memories have left you but our love never will. You are, and always will be, our real-life heroine.
HELENA SHAW HAD been sitting in the elegant marble foyer for the best part of two hours when the man she had trekked halfway across London to see finally strode into the exclusive Mayfair hotel.
She had almost given up. After all the effort she had devoted to tracking him down, she had almost lost her nerve. Had almost let cowardiceâand the voice in her head crying insanityâdrive her out of the plush upholstered chair and back into the blessed obscurity of the crowded rush-hour streets.
But she had not fled. She had sat and waitedâand waited some more.
And now he was here.
Her stomach dropped, weightless for a moment as though she had stepped from a great height into nothingness, and then the fluttering startedâa violent sensation that made her belly feel like a cage full of canaries into which a half-starved tomcat had been loosed.
Breathe, she instructed herself, and watched him stride across the foyer, tall and dark and striking in a charcoal-grey two-piece that screamed power suit even without the requisite tie around his bronzed throat.
Women stared.
Men stepped out of his way.
And he ignored them all, his big body moving with an air of intent until, for one heart-stopping moment, his footsteps slowed on the polished marble and he half turned in her direction, eyes narrowed under a sharp frown as he surveyed the hotelâs expansive interior.
