Dimitri Marshan has one month to get married. Too bad his fiance has a serious case of cold feet. His solution: Kidnap his truant fiance. The problem is his bodyguard captured the wrong woman.
When Gabrielle Nobel wakes up in a strange bedroom, she wonders if she's dealing with a really bad vacation hangover. Not only does she have to convince her gorgeous kidnapper she's not his missing fiance, but she's got to prove to the world she's not the dead woman all over the headlines. Then the unbelievable happens -- someone actually tries to kill her.
PRINT ISBN 1-60154-033-7
(192 pages) Spicy
Had she missed something along the way? Did she actually know this person? No. Not possible. She wouldn't have forgotten a face as gorgeous as his.
For crying out loud, Gabrielle. Now is not the time to drool.
“Justine, we have a deal. We will be married at the end of the month. Until then, you will remain in the villa.”
Warning sirens boomed and clanged in her mind. “Justine? Who the hell is Justine?”
The man stared at her, his brow arched in question. His expression reminded her of her father's ‘my-patience-is-wearing-thin' look.
He shook his head, clicking his tongue. “Justine Maria Fiorenzo, this has gone far enough. As cute as you look right now, I don't have time for your games. Unlike you, I don't run out on my responsibilities. I will send Maria to help you dress for dinner.”
Gaby stared at his back as he strode toward the door. This man thought she was someone named Justine? And he planned on keeping her locked up in the villa for a month?
She scrambled over the bed, her body screaming in protest as she lunged, grabbing at his arm. “Wait!”
He stopped and turned quickly. Still unsteady on her legs, Gaby stumbled, her fingers digging into hard, muscular biceps. Those strong, warm arms steadied her, pulling her toward his chest - a hard, well-defined plane of muscle.
Pushing back, Gaby stammered, “Sorry, I- uh...”
Looking up, she fell, drowning in an irresistible pair of ocean-blue eyes. Her train of thought lost, she swallowed hard, rubbing her lips together nervously.
“Well,” he said softly, his chest reverberating against her palm. “If you wanted me to kiss you, all you had to do was ask.”
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