Название: Protector, Lover...Husband?
Автор: Heather Graham
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Spotlight
isbn: 9781408900727
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Only one man can save her!
Protector, Lover…Husband?
Three thrilling and breathtaking romances from three beloved Mills & Boon authors!
Protector, Lover…Husband?
Heather Graham
Maggie Price
Linda Turner
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In August 2010 Mills & Boon bring you four classic collections, each featuring three favourite romances by our bestselling authors
THE SPANIARD’S PLEASURE
The Spaniard’s Pregnancy Proposal by Kim Lawrence
At the Spaniard’s Convenience by Margaret Mayo
Taken: the Spaniard’s Virgin by Lucy Monroe
BOUGHT FOR HIS BED
Virgin Bought and Paid For by Robyn Donald
Bought for Her Baby by Melanie Milburne
Sold to the Highest Bidder! by Kate Hardy
THE MILLIONAIRE’S CLUB: CONNOR, TOM & GAVIN
Round-the-Clock Temptation by Michelle Celmer
Highly Compromised Position by Sara Orwig
A Most Shocking Revelation by Kristi Gold
PROTECTOR, LOVER…HUSBAND?
In the Dark by Heather Graham
Sure Bet by Maggie Price
Deadly Exposure by Linda Turner
In the Dark
by
New York Times bestselling author HEATHER GRAHAM has written more than ninety novels. There are more than twenty million copies of her books in print. Heather lives with her husband and five children in Miami, Florida.
To Mary Stella, with lots of love.
To both the Dolphin Research Organisation and the Theatre of the Sea, with thanks.
Prologue
Alex nearly screamed as her foot hit the shell. She choked down the sound just in time but still stumbled, and that was when she fell.
She’d missed the shell, running in the dark. As she lay there, winded from landing hard on the sand, she damned the darkness. In just another few hours, it would be light.
In just a matter of minutes, the eye of the storm would have passed and the hundred-mile winds of Hurricane Dahlia would be picking up again. And here she was, lying next to the water, completely vulnerable.
She rolled quickly, gasping for breath, ready to leap back to her feet. She didn’t dare take the time to survey the injury to her foot, as the constant prayer that had been rushing through her mind continued. Please, just let me reach the resort. Please…
A thrashing sound came from the brush behind her.
The killer was close.
She would have to run again, heading for the safety of the resort. Or would even that be safety now?
She needed to reach the resort without being seen, needed to reach the lockbox behind the check-in, where the Smith & Wesson was kept. She was almost certain no one else had taken the gun.
Move! She silently commanded herself. What was she waiting for?
There was no one who could help her, no one she could trust.
She had to depend on only herself, no matter how desperately she wanted to believe in at least one man…
It was then that, so near that she could recognize him despite the darkness, she saw Len Creighton, prone on the sand.
Another body she thought, panic rising in her. Well, she had wondered where he was. And now she knew. He was lying facedown on the sand, a trickle of blood running down his face. The wild surf was breaking over his legs; where he lay surrounded by clumps of seaweed. Already, little crabs were scouring the area, carefully eyeing what they hoped would be their next meal.
She choked back a scream. Above her, the clouds broke. Pale light emerged from the heavens.
And that was when the first man exploded from the bush.
“Alex!” he called. “Get over here.”
He stood there, panting for breath, beckoning to her, eyes sharply surveying the area. And he was carrying a speargun, one that had been used on some living creature already—blood dripped from the tip. “Alex, you’ve got to trust me. Come with me now—quickly.”
“No!”
He spun on a dime at the sound of the second voice.
A second man. This one carrying a Glock, which was aimed at the first man.
“Alex, come to me. Get away from him,” the newcomer insisted.
The men faced off, staring, each one aware of the weapon the other was carrying.
“Alex!”
This time, she wasn’t even sure which man spoke. СКАЧАТЬ