What a Sicilian Husband Wants. Michelle Smart

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       ‘I want to dance with the sexiest woman here and show them she’s mine.’

      ‘I’m not yours. Only in name.’

      Even as Grace spoke the words she knew them to be a lie. Luca had imprinted himself indelibly onto every one of her senses.

      He leaned into her and spoke into her neck. ‘You will always be mine.’

      He felt so warm, his touch penetrating her skin and dancing into the very fabric of her being. The stars that resided in the midnight of his eyes gleamed, holding her gaze, trapping her in their depths.

      He brushed his lips against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. ‘Dance with me.’

      Luca was like a drug to her. She could survive without him, but it was like breathing air with only a fraction of the usual oxygen.

      She hated him.

      She loved him.

      The two sides were interchangeable.

      The only constant she felt was desire. And she was sick of fighting it and pushing it away. There could only ever be one outcome.

      ‘Yes,’ she breathed, ‘I’ll dance with you.’

       THE IRRESISTIBLE SICILIANS

       Dark-hearted men, with devastating appeal!

      These powerful Sicilian men are bound by years of family legacies and dark secrets.

      But now the power rests with them.

      No man would dare challenge these hot-blooded Sicilians …

      But their women are another matter!

      Have these world-renowned Sicilians met their match?

      Read Luca Mastrangelo’s story in:

      WHAT A SICILIAN HUSBAND WANTS March 2014

      Read Pepe Mastrangelo’s story in:

      THE SICILIAN’S UNEXPECTED DUTY April 2014

      And look out for Francesco Calvetti’s story

      coming soon!

       What a Sicilian Husband Wants

      Michelle Smart

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      MICHELLE SMART’s love affair with books began as a baby, when she would cuddle them in her cot. This love for all things wordy has never left her. A voracious reader of all genres, her love of romance was cemented at the age of twelve when she came across her first Mills & Boon® book. That book sparked a seed and, although she didn’t have the words to explain it then, she discovered something special—that a book had the capacity to make her heart beat as if she were falling in love.

      When not reading, or pretending to do the housework, Michelle loves nothing more than creating worlds of her own featuring handsome, brooding heroes and the sparkly, feisty women who can melt their frozen hearts. She hopes her books can make her readers’ hearts beat a little faster too.

      Michelle Smart lives in Northamptonshire with her own hero and their two young sons.

       Recent titles by the same author:

      THE RINGS THAT BIND

       Did you know this book is also available as an eBook? Visit www.millsandboon.co.uk

      For Luke with all my love.

      Contents

       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

       EPILOGUE

       EXCERPT

      CHAPTER ONE

      GRACE REACHED THE bottom of the stairs and padded barefoot to the alarm on the wall. Working on autopilot, she punched in the code and disabled it along with the sensors running throughout the ground floor. Only once had she forgotten to deactivate it. She had still been half asleep, little more than a zombie. By the time she had walked into the kitchen, the house was making more noise than a dozen hen parties trapped in a large room consuming vast quantities of Jaeger Bombs.

      She switched the kettle on and yawned loudly.

      Coffee. That was what she needed—a strong dose of caffeine and a good blast of sugar.

      While waiting for the kettle to boil, she pulled back the insulating curtains covering the back door and peeked through the pane of glass. Bright early-morning sunlight temporarily blinded her. Squinting, she was greeted with the sight of a thick layer of frost covering the garden. It made her skin feel cold just looking at it. She dropped the curtain sharpish.

      Still shivering, she turned to the kitchen table and switched the laptop on. Leaving it to boot up, she made her coffee, adding a huge dollop of milk to cool it down quicker. She brought the mug to her lips and was about to take her first sip when the doorbell rang.

      A chill that had nothing to do with the cold outside swept through her, seeping into her bones.

      Every hair on her body stood to attention.

      Her heart crashed against her ribs, the motion strong enough to unbalance her and slosh hot coffee over her hand and fingers.

      She winced and muttered an oath, but the slight scald did her good. It snapped her to attention.

      Shoving the mug on the counter, spilling more coffee in the process, she wiped her smarting hand on her dressing gown and strode to the tall cupboard in the corner. She pulled out a wicker basket, burrowed a hand under the pile of tea towels and reached for the small, cold handgun.

      The doorbell rang out a second time.

      The laptop now booted and ready to use, she clicked on the icon that connected to the live feed from the four surveillance cameras covering the perimeter of her house. The screen split into quarters. Only the top right-hand frame showed anything out of the ordinary.

      She