Praise for Natalie Anderson:
âNatalie Anderson is one of the most exciting voices in steamy romantic fiction writing today. Sassy, witty and emotional, her Modern Heat⢠are in a class of their ownâ¦an extraordinary new talent who can blend passion, drama, humour and emotion in one unforgettable read!â
âCataRomance
âMISTRESS UNDER CONTRACT is a fantastic contemporary romance full of intense emotions, funny moments, blazing sexual tension and moving romance; donât miss it!â
âPink Heart Society
âNatalie Andersonâs HIS MISTRESS BY ARRANGEMENT is a charming romance of childhood friends reconnecting. Itâs both fun and flirty, and conveys the wonderful feeling of finding someone you can truly be yourself with.â
âRT Book Reviews
âDonât come near me now.â
Ana halted. âWhy not?â
âBecause I want to kiss you. I want to do more than kiss you.â
Thwack. The ball hit the tree again. And her legs could hardly hold her up.
âYou have no idea what I want to do to you,â Seb-muttered, fists clenched, muscles bulging. His bare torso shone with sweat. He was primed.
Heat flooded in her most secret places. And she was the one panting, as if she was the one doing the crazy workout in the heat of the afternoon.
He stopped, stood with his hands on his hips and glared at her. âWe started something back then, Ana. And for me it isnât over. I thought it was. But it isnât.â
Possibly the only librarian who got told off herself for talking too much, Natalie Anderson decided writing books might be more fun than shelving themâand, boy, is it that! Especially writing romanceâitâs the realisation of a lifetime dream kick-started by many an afternoon spent devouring Grandmaâs Mills & Boon>® novelsâ¦She lives in New Zealand, with her husband and four gorgeous-but-exhausting children. Swing by her website any timeâsheâd love to hear from you: www.natalie-anderson.com
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HOT BOSS, BOARDROOM MISTRESS
BETWEEN THE ITALIANâS SHEETS
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ANA didnât know what she was going to do with all the photos. Sheâd taken hundredsâand hadnât the heart to delete a single one of them. Good thing sheâd brought an extra couple of flash cards with her. Africa was everything sheâd hoped it would beâwide, wild and incredibly hot. Totally different from anything sheâd experienced and she sought to capture itâso she could hold onto the sense of freedom when she returned home.
Even now, with the truck pulled over to the side of the road on the outskirts of Arusha, she had her camera up and ready. She leaned her head over the side to see what it was that Bundy, the driver, was doing. Talking to someone. She could see him smiling up at the stranger who had his back to her.
Ana smiled too, enjoying the view. Bundyâs friend was quite a specimen of a male. Ana let the sensation wash over herâfor the first time in almost a year having a pleasurable physical reaction to a man. A sliver of excitement sparked in her belly, the momentary wonderingâwhat if? She wriggled in her seat and angled her head for a better look. Oh, yeah. A definite what if.
She giggled. Fantastic, finally she was back to normal. Whole, healthy and actually able to feel a touch of sexual heat. She lifted the camera, clicked a couple of times. And then zoomed.
Denim shorts showed off strong, bronze calves and hinted that the thighs were equally muscular. Hands rested on narrow hips accentuating a great butt. But it was the shoulders that got her. His torso was one hell of a wide triangleâso wide the fabric of his shirt pulled slightly at the seams. Broad, broad shoulders that were built to be hung onto. The kind of physique to make a woman feel ultra feminineâand as Ana was such a giantess she needed a big man to make her feel feminine. Unfortunately there werenât enough of them around, and when she did find the occasional one he was never interested in her. For some reason big men always seemed to want petite women. But she could forget that reality for now and just enjoy this present fantasy. She took another picture. His hair was cropped closeâalmost army kind of close. The tips of her fingers tingled, wondering what it would be like to run her hands over his scalp. Interesting.
But the best thing definitely was his height. Bundy wasnât short but this guy was a good half head taller than him. Being so horrendously tall herself, Ana had always been drawn to very tall men and he had height in abundance. In fact this guyâfrom the back at leastâhad everything. Now if only heâd turn around and fulfil the whole fantasy of male-model gorgeousness.
She shifted her grip on the camera, wriggling her fingers to let out the tension sparking in her muscles. Sex. She was actually thinking about sex.
Wow.
She half laughed again and took another picture. Knowing it was stupid but loving the freedom to enjoy a beautiful male. She hadnât thought sheâd ever have it in her again. After the hell of the last year it was great to discover she did. All she had to do now was return to London and hopefully find the paperwork complete. At last she could get on with everything. Sheâd known coming here was the right thing to do. And now sheâd had the final proof of her recovery and the return of her zest for lifeâand her libido.