Passionate Fantasy. Sharon Kendrick

       ‘You feel it too. Don’t you?’

      ‘Feel wh-what ... ?’ Kitty stammered.

      Darius gave a click of impatience, the gleam leaving his eyes.

      ‘Oh, come on, Kitty,’ he murmured. ‘Don’t deny what your body accepted minutes ago. Because you can’t, can you? Your eyes are begging me to kiss you, aren’t they?’

      ‘N-no. They aren’t,’ she lied ineffectually.

      He smiled. ‘And do you know, I’m very tempted?Very tempted indeed!’

Dear Reader,

      One hundred. Doesn’t matter how many times I say it, I still can’t believe that’s how many books I’ve written. It’s a fabulous feeling but more fabulous still is the news that Mills & Boon are issuing every single one of my backlist as digital titles. Wow. I can’t wait to share all my stories with you - which are as vivid to me now as when I wrote them.

      There’s BOUGHT FOR HER HUSBAND, with its outrageously macho Greek hero and A SCANDAL, A SECRET AND A BABY featuring a very sexy Tuscan. THE SHEIKH’S HEIR proved so popular with readers that it spent two weeks on the USA Today charts and ... well, I could go on, but I’ll leave you to discover them for yourselves.

      I remember the first line of my very first book: “So you’ve come to Australia looking for a husband?” Actually, the heroine had gone to Australia escape men, but guess what? She found a husband all the same! The man who inspired that book rang me up recently and when I told him I was beginning my 100th story and couldn’t decide what to write, he said, “Why don’t you go back to where it all started?”

      So I did. And that’s how A ROYAL VOW OF CONVENIENCE was born. It opens in beautiful Queensland and moves to England and New York. It’s about a runaway princess and the enigmatic billionaire who is infuriated by her, yet who winds up rescuing her. But then, she goes and rescues him ... Wouldn’t you know it?

      I’ll end by saying how very grateful I am to have a career I love, and to thank each and every one of you who has supported me along the way. You really are very dear readers.

      Love,

      Sharon xxx

       Mills & Boon are proud to present a thrilling digital collection of all Sharon Kendrick’s novels and novellas for us to celebrate the publication of her amazing and awesome 100th book! Sharon is known worldwide for her likeable, spirited heroines and her gorgeous, utterly masculine heroes.

      SHARON KENDRICK once won a national writing competition, describing her ideal date: being flown to an exotic island by a gorgeous and powerful man. Little did she realise that she’d just wandered into her dream job! Today she writes for Mills & Boon, featuring her often stubborn but always to-die-for heroes and the women who bring them to their knees. She believes that the best books are those you never want to end. Just like life…

      Passionate Fantasy

      Sharon Kendrick

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Contents

       Cover

Dear Reader

       Author the Author

       Title Page

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       Copyright

CHAPTER ONE

      I MUST be mad, thought Kitty as she knotted the ribbon in her hair before tying it in a bow. No, not just mad. Certifiable.

      What did a girl wear for an interview with a world-famous film director?

      She stared in the mirror again. Her ginger curls had gone totally wild after her shower, billowing into a mass of uncontrollable frizz. Very attractive! Just about the only thing she could do with it was to catch it back into a ponytail at the nape of her neck with a black velvet ribbon. Her pale, freckle-spattered skin was bare—she had discovered a long time ago that foundation was useless on a complexion which was basically two-tone! The eyelashes which surrounded her blue eyes were normally the same pale ginger-blonde as her hair, but every six weeks she dyed them black. It made her eyes look bigger, and it meant that she didn’t have to mess around every morning applying mascara.

      She had ummed and ahhed about what to wear. Mr Darius Speed would doubtless be used to women in up-market designer clothes, which was tough, since she didn’t have any. Kitty had chosen instead a smart pair of cotton shorts in jade-green, with a matching silk scoop-necked T-shirt. There were a million colours you couldn’t wear with ginger hair— but fortunately green wasn’t one of them. It would actually have been preferable to wear long sleeves to cover up her freckly arms, but the weather in Perth, Western Australia was sweltering and since Kitty had arrived two months ago she had had to abandon her much loved camouflage of jumpers and cardigans.

      It was hard to believe that she was actually being interviewed for the job of cook to a man with the formidable reputation of Darius Speed. She would have thought that he’d have a top chef