His most tempting conquest!
Lucinda Bond might be descended from English nobility, but her aloofness hides painful insecurities. Painful enough that sheâs never allowed herself to be touched.
Then Dante Hermida sweeps her from the Caribbean Sea, assuming sheâs drowning, and Lucie finds herself in the arms of Argentinaâs most outrageous playboy! His arrogance challenges her, but his caressing gaze ignites a desperate desire...
Despite Lucieâs defiant facade, soon Dante has her at his sensual command! But discovering Lucieâs innocence, this dark-hearted Argentinian finds himself longing to claim her...with a need that shows no sign of abating!
âDante, there is nothing I want to do more right now than this.â
And Lucie held his eyes, then leaned forward to cup his face. Still Dante held back. Until her tongue eased his lips apart and slid into his mouth.
âPlease donât stop,â she breathed, tightening her legs and tilting her hips. She reached her arms up and pulled him down into a kiss he could no more resist than resist taking his next breath. She defined irresistible.
Her eyes, when she opened them to see why he had stopped, were anxious.
âLucie, are you sure youâve done this before?â he asked, not even knowing himself that those words were going to come out of his mouth. It seemed ridiculousâbut he had to know...
She glanced away.
âSweetheart?â
âI never said I had or I hadnât, butâI want toâ¦so badly. Please, Dante.â
He looked bewildered. âAre you telling me youâre a virgin?â He shook his head at his own stupidity. She was so adamant. So resolute. And she just did it for him. Completely.
When she didnât answer he rolled that fact around for a bewildered second even as she moved under him, used the legs hooked around his back to pull him nearer.
âOh, angel, youâre killing meâ¦â
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You wonât want to miss this dramatically intense, scorchingly sexy duet from Bella Frances!
Unable to sit still without reading, BELLA FRANCES first found romantic fiction at the age of twelve, in between deadly dull knitting patterns and recipes in the pages of her grandmotherâs magazines. An obsession was born! But it wasnât until one long, hot summer, after completing her first degree in English literature, that she fell upon the legends that are Mills & Boon books. She has occasionally lifted her head out of them since to do a range of jobs, including barmaid, financial adviser and teacher, as well as to practice (but never perfect) the art of motherhood to two (almost grown-up) cherubs.
Bella lives a very energetic life in the UK, but tries desperately to travel for pleasure at least once a monthâstrictly in the interests of research!
Catch up with her on her website at bellafrances.co.uk.
Books by Bella Frances
Mills & Boon Modern Romance The Playboy of Argentina
Mills & Boon Modern Tempted
The Scandal Behind the Wedding Dressed to Thrill
Visit the Author Profile page at millsandboon.co.uk for more titles.
To my daughter Katie, filling the world with love everywhere she goes. I couldnât be more proud. X
CHAPTER ONE
IT WAS ONE thing to plan the perfect partyâit was another thing entirely to pull it off. The Honourable Lucinda Bond of Strathdee knew that better than anyone. Oh, yes. Sipping a scalding mouthful of a really rather bitter Americano, she made yet another mental note of how she would improve things next time.
Next time! As if there would ever be a next time...
Down in the galley kitchen of her infamous fatherâs infamous yacht she could hear voices rise and explode between the chef and the caterers.
LucindaâLucie to her very few friendsâstepped out onto the nearest sleekly polished deck to get a moment to herself, but there was no escape. The fierce Caribbean sun was already causing the air to throb, and the flotilla of little boats and giant yachts that were moored off Petit Pierre reminded her more of a flock of killer seagulls than a flutter of happy butterflies.
Honestly. What on earth had possessed her to have this charity auction, the biggest bash of the season, in aid of her beloved Caribbean Conservation Centre, here in the Bahamas, on the Marengo, with a guest list to die for and a crippling lack of confidence as deep as the Caribbean Sea?