ISBN: 9780373275069

Six months later The yacht that had lulled her to sleep hours ago now jerked Allegra Nightingale awake. She sat up just as the yacht's powerful twin engines shut down. They were s… Mehr…

Six months later The yacht that had lulled her to sleep hours ago now jerked Allegra Nightingale awake. She sat up just as the yacht's powerful twin engines shut down. They were stopping. Why? She climbed out of bed and looked out the stateroom window. It was early morning and the sun was on the horizon. In the distance she saw a jet boat speeding toward the Stella di Mare . Filip was about to get company. Yesterday they had cruised through the Strait of Messina and headed up the coast of Italy. Filip hadn't told her where they were going, and she hadn't asked. He'd been in an unpredictable mood since their exodus from Nescosto. The attack on the villa had been well-executed, the incursion swift. Nescosto was now a pile of rubble along the Amalfi Coast, and buried beneath it was Filip's brother Yurii. From the moment Filip had dragged her onto the yacht, she'd known no one else had survived. He'd ordered her below deck, and there she had remained while the Stella quickly sped away into the night. For three days she had danced around him, trying to stay out of his wayfeeling as insignificant as a barnacle stealing a ride on the yacht's hull. But now a boat was arriving, and so she pulled on the black sweat-pants and gray T-shirt Filip had issued her like a prison uniform on a slave ship. She left the stateroom, headed through the companionway, and scaled the stairs to the deck. She heard voices and stopped to listen. "I came as soon as you called." "You made good time, Lazlo. Is Matyash with you?" "I'm here, Filip." Allegra appeared in the morning sunlight just as the man, Matyash, leapt onto the deck from the jet boat christened the Sera Vedette . He was a thin man who wore his dark hair long like Filip. His face, however, wasn't nearly as handsomea long scar cut deep into his cheek and curved into the side of his mouth. He spied her and sent his eyes on a slow, very deliberate appraisal of her body. The smile that followed puckered his scar and made his appearance grotesque. "You read my mind, Filip. A little entertainment to pass the days at sea will lighten our moods." Filip turned. When his soulless eyes locked with hers, Allegra kept her face as expressionless as his. She had no idea what he would say or do. Her training had taught her to never show weakness. But today Filip was in control. He had been since they'd fled Nescosto as it crumbled into the sea. He could let these men take her, and they would use her as unconscionably as they used their guns. And if he chose to pass her from one to another, no amount of protesting would stop them. If she was entertaining enough perhaps she would survive. If not, she could be tossed overboard. Chin high, her backbone straight, Allegra waited for the ugly one to make his move, promising herself she would endure whatever ill plan he had for her. "Leave her be. The woman is mine." Filip's words were sp Fiction Fiction eBook, Silhouette<

ISBN: 9780373275069

Appearances can be... Deadly! And this was a lesson Ash Kelly, explosives expert for ONYXX, should have learned long ago. For though he's more than lived down his past--as son of the wo… Mehr…

Appearances can be... Deadly! And this was a lesson Ash Kelly, explosives expert for ONYXX, should have learned long ago. For though he's more than lived down his past--as son of the world's most renowned drug lord--he once again has to pretend to be in the business. All in a day's work. But he knows what his story is. Which leaves him with the question of Jazmin Grant. Who is this beautiful Frenchwoman, and who does she work for? And why, despite every indication that she works for the Chameleon, do sparks fly every time they're together? Well, he is an explosives expert, after all.... Fiction Fiction eBook Appearances can be&#133; deadly! And this was a lesson Ash Kelly, explosives expert for ONYXX, should have learned long ago. For though he's more than lived down his past--as son of the world's most renowned drug lord--he once again has to "pretend" to be in the business. All in a day's work. But he knows what his story is. Which leaves him with the question of Jazmin Grant. Who is this beautiful Frenchwoman, and who does she work for? And why, despite every indication that she works for the Chameleon, do sparks fly every time they're together? Well, he is an explosives expert, after all&#133; .<