Hot Island Nights. Sarah Mayberry

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       She should look away now …

      Right now, before Nate got the wrong idea. He lifted an eyebrow. Then the corner of his mouth curled up.

      She tore her gaze away. As if she’d be foolish enough to take up with a man like him. A man who wanted nothing but to get her naked and take his pleasure.

      A wave of heat rolled over her.

       Be honest with yourself at least, Elizabeth Jane. He fascinates you. You look at him and see every fantasy you ever had, every dirty thought you never dared share with anyone.

      It was true. She found Nathan Jones sexually attractive. Extremely sexually attractive.

      And he knew it. He knew she’d been struck speechless by her first sight of him in all his barechested glory this morning. How images of his big body had been slipping into her mind against her will all day. How hot and sticky she felt just thinking about touching his firm, brown skin.

      Crazy. This was crazy. She’d never felt so overheated in all her life. It must be the beer. Had to be. Otherwise—

      A hand curled around her forearm and tugged her toward the dance floor.

      “Come on, Elizabeth,” Nate murmured, “let your hair down …”

      About the Author

      SARAH MAYBERRY lives in Melbourne, Australia—at the moment! With something like eight moves in the past ten years under her belt, she always keeps the cardboard boxes and packing tape within easy reach. When she’s not moving or planning to move, she’s writing, reading, cooking or trying to get motivated to do some exercise. Oh, and she loves a good movie night. By the time you read this, she also hopes that she will have become a dog owner.

      Hot Island

      Nights

      Sarah Mayberry

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      Huge thanks go to Pamela Torrance for giving up her time in the midst of her own upheaval to offer me pointers on what English people sound like. Thanks for the reality check, Pamela—consider the front end “your” part of the book!

      As always, this book would not exist without the support of Chris, the heart, backbone and brain of my life. And, of course, Wanda, who never fails to knock me into shape and curb my excesses and cheer me towards the finishing line. Bless you!

      Dear Reader,

      Who hasn’t had the fantasy of locking eyes with a hot guy across a room and just knowing that he’s yours for the taking—if you want to take him? I’m sure it happens to some women all the time in real life, but for Elizabeth in Hot Island Nights it’s a bolt from the blue. She’s been so damned good all her life—well behaved and polite and always, always a lady. Then she meets Nathan and suddenly the temptation of exploring the other side of herself—the not-so-well-behaved, not-so-polite, not-so-ladylike part of herself—is overwhelming. Of course, what she doesn’t realise is that Nathan is a lot more than a hot, hard body.

      When I was growing up, my family spent a lot of time at the beach and often we would go out on my father’s catamaran and pretend to crew for him when in fact we were simply joyriding. They’re great memories and I tried to tap into that store of sun and sand and surf when writing Elizabeth and Nathan’s story—I hope you get a whiff of suntan oil as you read!

      Hearing from readers makes my day, so please drop me a line via my website at www.sarahmayberry.com if you feel so inclined.

      Until next time, happy reading!

       Sarah Mayberry

       1

      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 СКАЧАТЬ