The Ultimate Revenge
‘I will annihilate your world. As you destroyed mine.’For over a decade Nicandro Santos, heir to a legendary diamond legacy, has lived with one unrelenting purpose: to infiltrate the ultra-prestigious Q Virtus gentlemen’s club and bring it and its leader Zeus down.What he doesn’t know is that Olympia Merisi, the daughter of his enemy, is now in charge. Olympia has her own reasons for wanting to keep Nicandro close, and will stop at nothing to protect what’s hers. But what happens when the battle lines between them blur and they enter more dangerous – sensual – territory?Discover more at www.millsandboon.co.uk/victoriaparker
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âDid anyone ever tell you that youâre supremely arrogant?â
âOften. Iâm not averse to hearing compliments, Olympia. And nor do I imagine are you. You really are stunning, querida.â
Up close she was even more exquisite. Nic couldnât take his eyes off her.
âSave it, Romeo. You may be infamous for your limitless wants and desires, but Iâm afraid youâve reached your limit with me.â
He might have believed her if he hadnât trailed the back of his index finger down her bare arm excruciatingly slowly and relished the shimmy rustling over her body. Impossible as it was, her infinitesimal gasp and the ghostly pinch of her brow gave him the notion that she hadnât known a simple touch could affect her in such a tremendous way.
âYouâre scared. Maybe even petrified. Afraid I will prove you wrong? Or fearful youâll enjoy every minute of it?â He was baiting her, but there was one advantage to toying with an intelligent woman: he knew exactly what buttons to push.
âI fear no one. Least of all you.â
THE 21>st CENTURY GENTLEMANâS CLUB
Where the rich, powerful and passionate come to play!
For years there have been rumours of a secret society where only the richest, the most powerful and the most decadent can embrace their every desire.
Nothing is forbidden in this private world of pleasure.
And when exclusivity is beyond notoriety only those who are invited to join ever know its name â¦
Q Virtus
Now the truth behind the rumours is about to be revealed!
VICTORIA PARKERâs first love was a dashing heroic fox named Robin Hood. Then came the powerful, suave Mr Darcy, Lady Chatterleyâs rugged Loverâthe list goes on. Thinking she must be an unfaithful sort of girl, but ever the optimist, she relentlessly pursued her Mr Literary Right, eventually found him lying between the cool crisp sheets of a Mills & Boon® and her obsession was born.
If only real life was just as easy â¦
Alas, against the advice of her beloved English teacher to cultivate her writerâs muse, she chased the corporate dream and acquired various uninspiring job-titles and a flesh-and-blood hero before she surrendered to that persistent voice and penned her first Mills & Boon® romance. Turns out creating havoc for feisty heroines and devilish heroes truly is the best job in the world.
Victoria now lives out her own happy-ever-after in the north-east of England, with her alpha exec and their two childrenâa masterly charmer in the making and, apparently, the next Disney Princess. Believing sleep is highly overrated, she often writes until three a.m., ignores the housework (much to her husbandâs dismay) and still loves nothing more than getting cosy with a romance novel. In her spare time she enjoys dabbling with interior design, discovering far-flung destinations and getting into mischief with her rather wonderful extended family.
To my Q Virtus compatriots, Maya Blake and Dani Collins. Thank you for the laughs and chats as we concocted and conceived our brave new world. Itâs been an honour and an absolute pleasure.
And for the fabulous Jennifer Hayward, my CP and best bud. Like Olympia Merisi, you rock!
So this one is for you â¦
THEY SAY YOU canât plan a hurricane.
Nicandro Carvalho could. He could wreak havoc with a smile. And after ten years of planning and months of whipping up a storm he was finally ready to unleash chaos.
Zeus. I am coming for you and I will annihilate your world. As you destroyed mine.
The Barattza in Zanzibar, this weekendâs ostentatious venue for the quarterly meeting of Q Virtus, was warm, and so muggy his flimsy white shirt clung to his body like a second skin and moisture thrived beneath his mask. Still, he strode ruthlessly through the crush of elite billionaires, intent on his pretty petite qâhis backstage pass into Zeusâs lair, in the form of a five-foot-three brunette in a haute couture red gown designed to attract and blend in equal measure.
Look but donât touch was the cardinal rule.
As if Nicandro had ever followed the rules. âRules are for boring fools,â as his mother would say, although her voice was now a distant echo from the past.
Numerous greetings vied for his attention and he offered a succinct nod or a quick âgood eveningâ and volunteered nothing more. Conversations were like firesâthey tended to sputter out if he deprived them of enough air.
His purposeful stride didnât breakâhadnât since heâd been Nicandro Santos, a terrified seventeen-year-old boy whoâd boarded a cargo ship in Rio to hide in a filthy container bound for New York. It hadnât faltered when heâd concocted a new identity to ensure anonymity from his past life, emerging as one Nicandro Carvalho, whoâd sold his pride on the streets of Brooklyn and then wrenched it back by working his fingers raw on construction sites to put some semblance of a roof over his head.
