The Ultimate Persuasion: A Tempestuous Temptation / The Notorious Gabriel Diaz / The Truth Behind his Touch
A Tempestuous Temptation by Cathy WilliamsAggie’s first introduction to billionaire Luiz is his outrageous accusation that she is a fortune hunter! But when Aggie finds herself snowbound with the arrogant Brazilian, she soon finds she’s not as immune to his lethal charms as she’d hoped…The Notorious Gabriel Diaz by Cathy WilliamsThe last occasion when Gabriel heard the word ‘no’ was when Lucy Robins rejected his skilled advances. Now, with her family in trouble, Lucy desperately needs help. Gabriel is happy to strike a deal but it comes at a price: her innocence!The Truth Behind His Touch by Cathy WilliamsRuthless billionaire Giancarlo de Vito wants revenge – and Caroline Rossi is the key! He’s used to women doing anything to please him, but Caroline just won’t play ball. Now, to seek his vengeance, Giancarlo will have to turn on the de Vito charm…
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The Ultimate Persuasion
A Tempestuous Temptation
The Notorious Gabriel Diaz
The Truth Behind his Touch
Cathy Williams
CATHY WILLIAMS is originally from Trinidad, but has lived in England for a number of years. She currently has a house in Warwickshire, which she shares with her husband Richard, her three daughters, Charlotte, Olivia and Emma, and their pet cat, Salem. She adores writing romantic fiction, and would love one of her girls to become a writerâalthough at the moment she is happy enough if they do their homework and agree not to bicker with one another!
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LUIZ Carlos Montes looked down at the slip of paper in his hand, reconfirmed that he was at the correct address and then, from the comfort of his sleek, black sports car, he briefly scanned the house and its surroundings. His immediate thought was that this was not what he had been expecting. His second thought was that it had been a mistake to drive his car here. The impression he was getting was that this was the sort of place where anything of any value that could be stolen, damaged or vandalised just for the hell of it would be.
The small terraced house, lit by the street lamp, fought a losing battle to maintain some level of attractiveness next to its less palatable neighbours. The tidy pocket-sized front garden was flanked on its left side by a cement square on which dustbins were laid out in no particular order, and on its right by a similar cement square where a rusted car languished on blocks, awaiting attention. Further along was a parade of shops comprised of a Chinese takeaway, a sub-post office, a hairdresser, an off-licence and a newsagent which seemed to be a meeting point for just the sort of youths whom Luiz suspected would not hesitate to zero in on his car the second he left it.
Fortunately he felt no apprehension as he glanced at the group of hooded teenagers smoking in a group outside the off-licence. He was six-foot-three with a muscled body that was honed to perfection thanks to a rigorous routine of exercise and sport when he could find the time. He was more than capable of putting the fear of God into any group of indolent cigarette-smoking teenagers.
But, hell, this was still the last thing he needed. On a Friday evening. In December. With the threat of snow in the air and a shedload of emails needing his attention before the whole world went to sleep for the Christmas period.
But family duty was, in the end, family duty and what choice had he had? Having seen this dump for himself, he also had to concede that his mission, inconvenient though it might be, was a necessary one.
He exhaled impatiently and swung out of the car. It was a bitterly cold night, even in London. The past week had been characterised by hard overnight frosts that had barely thawed during the day. There was a glittery coating over the rusting car in the garden next to the house and on the lids of the bins in the garden to the other side. The smell of Chinese food wafted towards him and he frowned with distaste.
This was the sort of district into which Luiz never ventured. He had no need to. The faster he could sort this whole mess out and clear out of the place, the better, as far as he was concerned.
With that in mind, he pressed the doorbell and kept his finger on it until he could hear the sound of footsteps scurrying towards the front door.
* * *
On the verge of digging into her dinner, Aggie heard the sound of the doorbell and was tempted to ignore it, not least because she had an inkling of an idea as to whose finger was on it. Mr Cholmsey, her landlord, had been making warning noises about the rent, which was overdue.
âBut I always pay on time!â Aggie had protested when he had telephoned her the day before. âAnd Iâm only overdue by two days. Itâs not my fault that thereâs a postal strike!â
Apparently, though, it was. He had been kind enough to âdo her the favourâ of letting her pay by cheque when all his other tenants paid by direct debitâ¦And look where it got himâ¦it just wasnât good enoughâ¦People were queuing for that houseâ¦he could rent it to a more reliable tenant in a minuteâ¦
If the cheque wasnât with him by the following day, he would have to have cash from her.
She had never actually met Mr Cholmsey. Eighteen months ago, she had found the house through an agency and everything had been absolutely fineâuntil Mr Cholmsey had decided that he could cut out the middle man and handle his own properties. Since then, Alfred Cholmsey had been an ongoing headache, prone to ignoring requests for things to be fixed and fond of reminding her how scarce rentable properties were in London.
