It will be the cruise of a lifetime for those rich enough to indulge their wildest fantasies!
The “Lucky Twelve” contest has commanded more interest than the latest five presidential
scandals combined. But ex-
Especially when he discovers that his beautiful, treacherous ex-
He’s never forgotten, or forgiven, her heartless betrayal seven years ago.
Who is trying to reunite them…and why?
God, she looked adorable in that skintight butter-
And her hair…satiny rippling waves as tawny as a lioness. Just the thought of burying his hands in it made his muscles tighten with savage need.
“Don’t you make a charming picture!”
Every nerve in Gwen’s body went on instant alert as she whipped around, hardly daring to breathe. “Mitch?” His name emerged as a hoarse, disbelieving whisper.
“Don’t act so surprised.” Sneering, he emerged from the shadows, and balanced his long frame against the doorframe to keep it from tipping drunkenly back and forth. “You know very well your loving husband arranged for me to keep you company on this delightful little pleasure cruise!
“Or was it you?” His eyes narrowed suddenly as stunned heat flushed her pale cheeks. “By God, it was, wasn’t it? You arranged to have me here! He doesn’t have a clue what you did!”
The blank shock on her face was too real to be contrived, but ripe fury was overwhelming
his common sense. All the long-
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” He took an unsteady step forward, and clenched his big fists. “Finally tired of your feeble old charity case? Isn’t he man enough to satisfy your needs?”
His arms shot out to block her escape, and he deliberately loomed over her, forcing her to cringe against the sturdy wall.
“You’re insane!” Her voice shook as she punched both fists against his wide chest. It was like hitting a granite boulder. “Mitch, let me go!” Rising panic made her voice shrill as he crushed her between his muscular body and the wall. Every nerve began to scream warnings as she felt his unbridled rage…and God help her, his fierce arousal.
This wasn’t the Mitch O’Neill she’d worshiped, the consummate lover she still dreamed about every night! This man was a terrifying stranger bent on destroying her!
His mouth descended on hers, choking off her frightened cry. So familiar, and yet not… And even so, some insane part of her own mind arched into the savage kiss with a wild passion she hadn’t even known she possessed.
But then something snapped. Just as he’d taught her all those years ago, she twisted slightly to one side, then brought her knee up with explosive force.
He was drunk—but no man alive could be drunk enough to ignore that visceral agony!
The air exploded from his lungs, and he staggered back a pace. That was all the room she needed. Snarling, she brought her knee up again and felt it connect a second time, squarely on target. Then when his long body folded like a snapped twig, she clenched both fists together and swung them, like an iron mace, at his unprotected throat.
“And you taught me never to lower my guard!” Panting, she glared down at his writhing frame. Serve him right if he walked funny for a whole month!
“Gwen…” His contorted face was a sickly green. “Jesus, Gwen!”
“You deserved it!” Vigorously she wiped a hand across her mouth. “Remember that
the next time you get stinking drunk, you two-
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