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Hot Island Nights

By: Sarah Mayberry | Other books by Sarah Mayberry
Published By: Harlequin
Published: Sep 01, 2010
ISBN # 9780373795703
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Price: $3.99

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Categories: Romance>Contemporary Fiction


Hot Island Nights by Sarah Mayberry - Romance>Contemporary eBook

Elizabeth Morgan didn't intend to abandon her very proper life. But that's the best way to find her true--and less proper--self. So here she is in Australia, standing in front of a man who's clad only in a towel. Nathan Jones is so tempting he could be the ideal candidate to help this good girl be very bad!

Sure enough, thanks to Nathan's talented hands, Elizabeth is living all her sensual fantasies. And while the sex is great, something more is developing. She trusts him, and wants to share her secrets with him, and... Suddenly this feels more like a real relationship than some fun in the sun. Luckily, there's a cure for too much commitment--more wickedness!
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Elizabeth Mason stared at the wedding registry in her hand. Printed on expensive linen paper beneath the green and gold Harrods logo, it was a roll call of prestigious brand names: Villeroy & Boch, Royal Doulton, Lalique, Noritake, Le Creuset. There were two dinner sets listed--one for everyday use, one for entertaining--cookware, stemware, cutlery, a champagne bucket, various pieces of barware, vases, platters, table linens...

If their wedding guests bought even half the items listed, she and Martin would have a house full of finely crafted, beautiful things with which to start their married life. Their home would be a showpiece, perfect in every detail.

Elizabeth pressed a hand to her chest. The tight feeling was back. As though she couldn't get enough air. She lowered her head and concentrated on regulating her breathing.

In, out. In, out.

A delicate piano sonata trickled over the sound system. A salesman brushed past, directing a customer to the Royal Worcester display. A bead of perspiration ran down Elizabeth's side.

She had to get a grip on these panic attacks. This was supposed to be a happy time. In eight weeks she would be marrying the man she'd been dating for the past six years and starting a new life with him. She shouldn't be feeling panicky or anxious.

"These are lovely, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth looked up to see her grandmother holding a glass from the Waterford Crystal collection. Light fractured off the highly polished surface of a champagne flute that appeared to be an exact replica of the set her grandparents had at home.

"They're beautiful," Elizabeth said. "But I think Martin prefers a more modern look. He's very keen on the Riedel flutes."

She could feel heat creeping into her face. She'd always been a terrible liar. She was the one who preferred the more modern design--Martin didn't give a fig about glassware. But she could hardly come right out and state her preference.

"Have a closer look, see how they feel in your hand," her grandmother said, gesturing for Elizabeth to join her.

Elizabeth opened her mouth to reiterate her objection-- then closed it without saying a word. She knew what would happen once her grandmother realized Elizabeth didn't share her taste. Grandmama wouldn't say anything, of course, because it wasn't her way to express displeasure so directly, but her mouth would turn down at the corners and she'd be withdrawn for the rest of the day. She might not come to dinner, or perhaps there would be some mention of her heart medication.

It was emotional blackmail, of course, something Grand-mama was a master at. Over the years she'd shaped Elizabeth's decisions and actions--major and minor--with the merest flutter of a hand or the mention of a headache or a doctor's visit. Even though Elizabeth understood the manipulation behind the behavior, she'd always given in. It was easier that way--and, really, at the end of the day, did it matter if she and Martin drank from the Waterford glasses instead of the Riedels if it made her grandmother happy?

So instead of standing her ground, she joined her grandmother and held the glass and agreed that it had a very pleasing weight in the hand, perfect for special occasions. Her grandmother collared a saleswoman and began asking questions about the manufacturing process and whether it would be possible to order replacement glasses in the future should any breakages occur.

Elizabeth stood to one side with a small, polite smile on her face. Around her, sales staff glided amongst the displays, talking in hushed, reverential tones. Everywhere she looked there...

Hot Island Nights

By: Sarah Mayberry