The Billionaire Of Coral Bay
Return of the secret billionaire…For Mila Nakano, Coral Bay’s stunning coast is more than just paradise—it’s a safe haven. Until gorgeous new visitor Richard Grundy arrives, sending her senses into overdrive!Secret billionaire Rich has come to the Bay looking for business opportunities—not romance. This single-minded tycoon prides himself on making decisions with his head…until he’s captivated by gentle, exotic Mila! Now he has his toughest job yet: persuading Mila he has got good intentions…to make her Coral Bay's newest bride!Romantic GetawaysEscape to Paradise!
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Return of the secret billionaire...
For Mila, Coral Bayâs coast is more than just paradise, itâs a safe haven... Until gorgeous visitor Richard Grundy arrivesâsending her senses into overdrive!
Secret billionaire Rich has come to the Bay looking for business opportunities, not romance. This single-minded tycoon prides himself on making decisions with his head, until heâs captivated by gentle, exotic Mila! Now he has his toughest job yet...persuading Mila he has good intentions: to make her Coral Bayâs newest bride!
Romantic Getaways
Escape to Paradise!
This Valentineâs Day escape to four of the worldâs most romantic destinations with these sparkling books from Mills & Boon Romance!
From the awe-inspiring desert to vibrant Barcelona, and from the stunning coral reefs of Australia to heart-stoppingly romantic Veniceâget swept away by these wonderful romances!
The Sheikhâs Convenient Princess
by Liz Fielding
The Unforgettable Spanish Tycoon
by Christy McKellen
The Billionaire of Coral Bay
by Nikki Logan
Her First-Date Honeymoon
by Katrina Cudmore
NIKKI LOGAN lives on the edge of a string of wetlands in Western Australia with her partner and a menagerie of animals. She writes captivating nature-based stories full of romance in descriptive natural environments. She believes the danger and richness of wild places perfectly mirrors the passion and risk of falling in love. Nikki loves to hear from readers via www.nikkilogan.com.au or through social media. Find her on Twitter, @ReadNikkiLogan, and Facebook, NikkiLoganAuthor.
For Pete
Who came when I needed him most.
Contents
THE LUXURY CATAMARAN had first appeared two days ago, bobbing in the sea off Nancyâs Point.
Lurking.
Except Mila Nakano couldnât, in all fairness, call it lurking since it stood out like a flashing white beacon against the otherwise empty blue expanse of ocean. Whatever its crew were doing out there, they werenât trying to be secretive about it, which probably meant they had permission to be moored on the outer fringes of the reef. And a vessel with all the appropriate authorisation was no business of a Wildlife Officer with somewhere else to be.
Vessels came and went daily on the edge of the Marine Park off Coral Bayâmostly research boats, often charters and occasionally private yachts there to enjoy the World Heritage reefs. This one had âprivateâ written all over it. If she had the kind of money that bought luxury catamarans sheâd probably spend it visiting places of wonder too.
Mila peeled her wetsuit down to its waist and let her eyes flutter shut as the coastal air against her sweat-damp skin tinkled like tiny, bouncing ball bearings. Most days, she liked to snorkel in just a bikini to revel in the symphony of water against her bare flesh. Some days, though, she just needed to get things done and a wetsuit was as good as noise-cancelling headphones to someone with synaesthesiaâor âsuperpowerâ as her brothers had always referred to her cross-sensed conditionâbecause she couldnât hear the physical sensation of swimming over the reef when it was muted by thick neoprene. Not that her condition was conveniently limited to just the single jumbled sensation; no, that would be too pedestrian for Mila Nakano. She felt colours. She tasted emotion. And she attributed random personality traits to things. It might make no sense to anyone else but it made total sense to her.
Of course it did; sheâd been born that way.
But today she could do without the distraction. Her tour-for-one was due any minute and she still needed to cross the rest of the bay and clamber up to Nancyâs Point to meet him, because sheâd drifted further than she meant while snorkelling the reef. A tour-for-one was the perfect number. One made it possible for her to do her job without ending up with a thumping headacheâcomplete with harmonic foghorns. With larger groups, she couldnât control how shouty their body spray was, what mood the colours they wore would leave her in, or how exhausting they were just to be around. They would have a fantastic time out on the reef, but the cost to her was sometimes too great. It could take her three days to rebalance after a big group.
But one... That was doable.
Her one was a Mr Richard Grundy. Up from Perth, the solitary, sprawling metropolis on Australiaâs west coast, tucked away in the bottom corner of the state, two daysâ driveâor a two-hour jet flightâfrom here. From anything, some visitors thought because they couldnât see what was right in front of them. The vast expanses of outback scrub you had to pass through to get here.
The nothing that was always full of something.
Grundy was a businessman, probably, since ones tended to arrive in suits with grand plans for the reef and what they could make it into. Anything from clusters of glamping facilities to elite floating casinos. Luxury theme parks. They never got off the ground, of course; between the public protests, the strict land use conditions and the flat-out no that the local leaseholder gave on development access through their property, her tour-for-one usually ended up being a tour-of-one. She never saw them, their business suit or their fancy development ideas again.
