Rival's Challenge. Эбби Грин

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Название Rival's Challenge
Автор произведения Эбби Грин
Жанр Зарубежные любовные романы
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Издательство Зарубежные любовные романы
Год выпуска 0
isbn 9781472095930



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       ‘You can give up Mr Chatsfield—that became redundant right about the first time I brought you to orgasm last night.’

      Orla gasped at his crudeness even as a hot flush seemed to sweep her from head to toe. ‘You’re doing us no favours, Chatsfield. You’re interested in taking my family’s hotel business over purely because it suits some purpose of yours. And I’m going to find out what that purpose is.’

      Antonio’s eyes flashed at her continued use of Chatsfield and bit out acerbically, ‘Perhaps if you’d spent less time indulging that wickedly wanton siren you’re so desperately trying to hide underneath that virginal suit today, then you might be a little closer to figuring it out.’

       Step into the opulent glory of the world’s most elite hotel, where clients are the impossibly rich and exceptionally famous.

       Whether you’re in America, Australia, Europe or Dubai, our doors will always be open …

       Welcome to

       Synonymous with style, sensation … and scandal!

      For years, the children of Gene Chatsfield—global hotel entrepreneur—have shocked the world’s media with their exploits. But no longer! When Gene appoints a new CEO, Christos Giatrakos, to bring his children into line, little did he know what he was starting.

      Christos’ first command scatters the Chatsfields to the furthest reaches of their international holdings—from Las Vegas to Monte Carlo, Sydney to San Francisco … but will they rise to the challenge set by a man who hides dark secrets in his past?

       Let the games begin!

      Your room has been reserved, so check in to enjoy all the passion and scandal we have to offer.

      Ref: 00106875

       www.thechatsfield.com

      ABBY GREEN deferred doing a social anthropology degree to work freelance as an assistant director in the film and television industry—which is a social study in itself! Since then it’s been early starts, long hours, mucky fields, ugly car parks and wet-weather gear—especially working in Ireland. She has no bona fide qualifications, but could probably help negotiate a peace agreement between two warring countries after years of dealing with recalcitrant actors. Since discovering a guide to writing romance one day, she decided to capitalise on her long-time love for Mills & Boon® romances and attempt to follow in the footsteps of such authors as Kate Walker and Penny Jordan.

      She’s enjoying the excuse to be paid to sit inside, away from the elements. She lives in Dublin and hopes that you will enjoy her stories. You can e-mail her at [email protected].

       Rival’s Challenge

      Abby Green

       www.thechatsfield.com

       Family Tree

      This is for Suzanne Clarke—editor extraordinaire. One of the best ones. Thank you for your wisdom and guidance!

      This is also for Dermot Cosgrove, who gave me invaluable insight into the French Foreign Legion—thank you! Any mistakes are purely my own.

      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Excerpt

       About the Author

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Epilogue

       Readers’ Extras

       Discover The Chatsfield

       Copyright

      ANTONIO CHATSFIELD SENT silent not interested vibes to the lustrous dark-haired beauty sitting at the bar with her breasts displayed to prominent advantage in her low-cut dress, her kohl-enhanced eyes firmly on him.

      Everything about her jangled at his sensitive nerve ends. She was too obvious. Too smooth. Too polished. This whole place was too polished. He cast a jaundiced glance around the dark and sensual bar space of his family’s London flagship hotel. For the past decade he’d been used to surroundings that were more likely to be made of rubble and scented with the stench of chaos, death and panic. But he pushed those thoughts aside. Not now.

      He’d chosen to come here for the dark corners and dim lighting as opposed to drinking himself into a stupor in the hotel suite which he currently called home. He smiled grimly to himself: at least he could appreciate the functionality of wanting to numb himself while in the presence of other humans. His therapist would undoubtedly approve.

      That functionality had