The Cost Of The Forbidden
The price of endless pleasure!Clients, women, money…ruthless CEO Sev Derzhavin is a master at getting whatever – and whoever! – he wants. Rejected as a child, Sev has never been refused since. So when his personal assistant, beautiful brunette Naomi Johnson, resigns Sev can’t resist the challenge of enticing her to stay…Naomi knows she has to walk away before she gives in to the chemistry with her infamous heartbreaker boss and opens her heart to yet more bruises. But on their last business trip to Dubai Sev makes a shocking suggestion to relieve the tension between them…enjoy some overtime – in his bed!
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Sev kissed her in a way he perhaps shouldnât if Naomi was going to keep her head.
Side on, eyes open long enough for them to know that what they were doing was breaking their rules.
Their legs were entwined, but now there was time for more. And so Naomi kissed him in a way perhaps she shouldnât. Three months of restraint had ended on the plane, but a different restraint ended this morning. She had never known a kiss like it. Their tongues swirled, mouth played with mouth. She took in his lower lip just to feel it between hers, they stroked at each otherâs mouths, caressed the otherâs tongue. Yes, she had never known a kiss like itâand she guessed after this morning she never would again.
Sexy, scandalous and impossible to resist!
Daniil, Roman, Sev and Nikolai have come a long way from the Russian orphanage they grew up in. These days the four sexy tycoons dominate the worldâs stageâand they are just as famed for their prowess between the sheets!
Untamed and untouched by emotion, can these ruthless men find women to redeem them?
You wonât want to miss these sizzling Russians in this sensational quartet from
USA TODAY bestselling author Carol Marinelliâavailable only from Mills & Boon Modern Romance!
The Price of His Redemption December 2015
The Cost of the Forbidden January 2016
And watch for Nikolai and Romanâs stories ⦠coming soon!
CAROL MARINELLI is a Taurus, with Taurus rising, yet she still thinks sheâs a secret Gemini. Originally from England, she now lives in Australia and is a single mother of three. Apart from her children, writing romance and the friendships forged along the way are her passion. She chooses to believe in a happy-ever-after for all and strives for that in her writing.
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âYOUâRE ENGLISH?â NAOMI watched from the other side of a large polished desk as Sevastyan Derzhavin flicked through her résumé with little enthusiasm.
Heâd already made up his mind that she hadnât got the job, Naomi decided. So it was now just a matter of going through the motions.
What she didnât know was Sevastyan never went through the motions.
Social niceties did not apply to him.
âI was born here and my father lives here in New York,â Naomi answered. âSo Iâm legal...â
âI wasnât asking for that.â He shook his head. âIâm not really big on red tape. It was your accent that had me curious. How long have you been here?â He continued to look at her résumé and frowned as Naomi answered him.
âTwelve days.â
âYouâre staying in a hostel?â he checked.
âJust till I find somewhere to live, though thatâs proving harder than I thought it would.â
He glanced up and saw that she was blushingâshe had been since the moment heâd called her name, or perhaps her complexion was just perpetually red?
âI thought that you said that your father livedââ
âHis wife just had a new baby.â Naomi interrupted.
âI donât blame you, then.â
âSorry?â
He stiffened.
It was the third time that she had said it.
âI donât blame you for not wanting to stay with him if thereâs a screaming baby.â
Naomi didnât respond but her slight swallow and blink told him that, very possibly, his comment was the wrong way aroundâthat her father didnât want Naomi staying with him.
He had been about to tell her that they were wasting each otherâs time. Sevastyan didnât deal in emotion. Computers were his thing. Books too. Not people.
There was no point in dragging things out and so he would tell her that this wasnât going to work; that she could never be his PA.
And he would tell her why if she asked.
Naomi Johnson had one of those apologetic personalities that irked Sev.
One of the last English words heâd learnt had been âsorryâ and he rarely used it.
Naomi had said it twice even before taking her seat.
She had said sorry when heâd gone into Reception to call her in for the interview and she had knocked over her glass of water as sheâd stood. Then, as she had taken a seat in his sumptuous Fifth Avenue office, heâd politely asked how her morning had been. Naomi clearly hadnât made out what heâd said and it had been âsorryâ again.
âIt doesnât matter,â had been his irritated reply.
And now she had just said it again.
âI donât think it will work,â Sev said.
âMr Derzhavinââ
âSev,â he interrupted. âIâm not a schoolteacher.â He looked up into serious brown eyes and, seeing her rapid blink, he reeled back a touch from his usual abrupt dismissal. SheâNaomiâhad clearly made a huge effort for the interview today. The hostel she was staying at was a dive yet she was here in a smart suit. It was a touch tight, Sev thought, noticing her curves. Her dark brown hair was neatly tied back and she looked...
