âCan you understand why I ran to England, Paulo?â
âYes, I can.â He nodded his head slowly. âBut youâve compromised me now, havenât you, querida? Your father is convinced that I sired your baby. And to tell him otherwise would risk the kind of commotion youâre anxious to avoid.â
âSo what do I do?â
His eyes glittered as he considered her question, the memory of her kiss still sweet on his mouth. âYou stay here. With me. And after the baby is born, well, thenâ¦â He shrugged as he gave his rare and sexy smile.
âThen what?â Isabella questioned slowly. âWhat exactly are you suggesting?â
âWhy, then we could enjoy our mutual passion, Bella,â he purred, seeing the darkening in her eyes. âAfter all, why should I take all of the responsibility of impending paternity, but with none of the corresponding pleasure? Live here. With me. And we will become lovers.â
Lovers.
Dear Reader,
One hundred. Doesnât matter how many times I say it, I still canât believe thatâs how many books Iâve written. Itâs a fabulous feeling but more fabulous still is the news that Mills & Boon are issuing every single one of my backlist as digital titles. Wow. I canât wait to share all my stories with you - which are as vivid to me now as when I wrote them.
Thereâs BOUGHT FOR HER HUSBAND, with its outrageously macho Greek hero and A SCANDAL, A SECRET AND A BABY featuring a very sexy Tuscan. THE SHEIKHâS HEIR proved so popular with readers that it spent two weeks on the USA Today charts andâ¦well, I could go on, but Iâll leave you to discover them for yourselves.
I remember the first line of my very first book: âSo youâve come to Australia looking for a husband?â Actually, the heroine had gone to Australia to escape men, but guess what? She found a husband all the same! The man who inspired that book rang me up recently and when I told him I was beginning my 100>th story and couldnât decide what to write, he said, âWhy donât you go back to where it all started?â
So I did. And thatâs how A ROYAL VOW OF CONVENIENCE was born. It opens in beautiful Queensland and moves to England and New York. Itâs about a runaway princess and the enigmatic billionaire who is infuriated by her, yet who winds up rescuing her. But then, she goes and rescues him⦠Wouldnât you know it?
Iâll end by saying how very grateful I am to have a career I love, and to thank each and every one of you who has supported me along the way. You really are very dear readers.
Love,
Sharon xxx
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SHARON KENDRICK once won a national writing competition, describing her ideal date: being flown to an exotic island by a gorgeous and powerful man. Little did she realise that sheâd just wandered into her dream job! Today she writes for Mills & Boon, featuring her often stubborn but always to-die-for heroes and the women who bring them to their knees. She believes that the best books are those you never want to end. Just like lifeâ¦
To Maria das Gracas Fish of the Brazilian Embassy,
London, with thanks for showing me how vibrant and exuberant Brazilian people can be.
COME on, come on! With a frustration born out of fear, Isabella jammed her thumb on the doorbell one last time and let it ring and ring, long enough to wake the deadâand certainly long enough to rouse the occupant of the elegant London townhouse. Just in case he hadnât heard her the first time round.
But there was nothing other than the sound of the bell echoing and her hand fell to her side as she forced herself to accept the unthinkable. That he wasnât there. That she would have to make a return journeyâif she could summon up the courage to come here for a second time.
And then the door was flung open with a force of a powerhouseâand one very angry man stood looking down at her, his crisp dark head still damp and shining from the shower. Tiny droplets of water sparkled among the brown-black waves of his hair. Lit from behind, it almost looked as though he were wearing a haloâthough the expression on his face was about as unangelic as you could get.