a driver.
‘Yalla!’ Leila snapped, ordering him to hurry, and when a driver arrived she told him to take her to the airport.
Leila ordered a first-class ticket and held her breath as she handed over the card.
It worked.
It should have been a comfortable flight, but Leila could not relax and she declined when the steward offered to make up her bed.
Leila was tired, yet she would not sleep because she knew that it was then, and only then, that she cried.
Jasmine used to tease her about it, but there was no one to tease her now. Still Leila would wake in the midst of it sometimes, or in the morning her pillow would be wet and her eyes swollen, and the dreams, though all a bit different, all made her feel the same.
So, instead of sleeping, Leila selected a magazine and got goosebumps as she flicked through it and saw the bright lights of Times Square. It was hard to imagine that soon she herself would be there, for her life had been lived behind palace walls. Zayn had had more freedom, given that he was a male, and Jasmine had created her own, but Leila had never really ventured out.
Leila looked at an advert for a bar and saw pictures of cocktails in bright colours with tempting names. Even if she didn’t really know what it was, she blushed when she saw there was one called Screaming Orgasm, and there were other names too, but she liked the look of one called Manhattan. She read about restaurants where people met just to talk and eat. She read about two luxury hotels in the heart of New York. The Chatsfield caught her eye. It had branches around the world and it would seem that the most scandalous and famous people stayed there.
There was talk of some rivalry between them and another hotel called The Harrington. It was glamorous and elegant and ensured privacy for its most esteemed guests.
She remembered the hotels when, having cleared customs, Leila found herself shivering in her robe on a cold winter night as she waited in line for a taxi. While others complained Leila patiently waited, her face to the heavens tasting snow on her tongue for the first time.
‘Where to?’ the driver asked.
Leila knew which one Jasmine would choose and she was about to say The Chatsfield, but changed her mind at the last moment.
‘The Harrington,’ Leila said.
Try as she might, Leila could never be Jasmine.
Copyright © 2015 by Harlequin Books S.A.
Susan Stephens
Lizzie shook her head. ‘I thought you understood, but you knew nothing about my life then—just as you know nothing about it now.’
‘As you know nothing about mine,’ Chico fired back.
And as the temperature soared between them she whirled around. She started to say something—something angry to hit back at him—something passionate to express all the hurt she’d felt when she was only fifteen—but as she speared a glance into Chico’s blazing eyes he reached out and caught her close.
She held her breath and stared up at him. He wouldn’t dare—surely he wouldn’t dare?
His grip tightened and slowly and deliberately he brought her inch by reluctant inch to within a whisper of his mouth. And when he brushed her lips with his she shivered and sighed—because she could do nothing else. It was a signal for him to move closer, until his hard body could control hers, and then, resting his forearm on the wall above her head, he dipped his head to tease her with almost-kisses until she was helpless with desire. Need collected inside her until finally it overwhelmed her.
Welcome to the hot, sultry and successful world of Brazilian polo! Get ready to spend many
with Brazil’s sexiest polo champions!
Forget privilege and prestige, this is Gaucho Polo—
hard, hot and unforgiving …
like the men who play the game!
Off the field the Thunderbolts are notorious
heartbreakers, but what happens when they meet
the one person who can tame that unbridled passion?
You may have already met
gorgeous team captain Gabe in
Christmas Nights with the Polo Player
Now get ready to meet the rest of the team in:
In the Brazilian’s Debt March 2015
At the Brazilian’s Command April 2015
And look out for Lucas and Karina’s stories coming soon!
Available from www.millsandboon.co.uk
Or visit the author’s website:
www.susanstephens.com/thunderbolt
SUSAN STEPHENS was a professional singer before meeting her husband on the Mediterranean island of Malta. In true Mills & Boon® Modern™ Romance style they met on Monday, became engaged on Friday and married three months later. Susan enjoys entertaining, travel and going to the theatre. To relax she reads, cooks and plays the piano, and when she’s had enough of relaxing she throws herself off mountains on skis, or gallops through the countryside singing loudly.
For my wonderful readers who love their bad boys
safely confined within the covers of a book.
Chico is for you.
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