Proud Revenge, Passionate Wedlock. Janette Kenny

       Miguel had taken less than two steps into the beach house before the provocative scent that was uniquely Allegra’s teased his senses. His angry gaze scanned the sala and found her sitting on the sofa, head bowed.

      This time seeing her wasn’t a trick of his imagination. This time the fragrance and the woman were real.

      This time retribution was in his grasp.

      Though he’d known she was finally coming back, his heart gave a sharp, painful kick that was at odds with his fury. She’d broken through his defenses and made him care. She’d won his trust and his heart and then made him regret it—in the worst possible way…

      For as long as Janette Kenny can remember, plots and characters have taken up residence in her head. Her parents, both voracious readers, read her the classics when she was a child. That gave birth to a deep love for literature, and allowed her to travel to exotic locales—those found between the covers of books. Janette’s artist mother encouraged her yen to write. As an adolescent she began creating cartoons featuring her dad as the hero, with plots that focused on the misadventures on their family farm, and she stuffed them in the nightly newspaper for him to find. To her frustration, her sketches paled in comparison with her captions.

      Her first real writing began with fan fiction, taking favourite TV shows and writing episodes and endings she loved—happily ever after, of course. In her junior year of high school she told her literature teacher she intended to write for a living one day. His advice? Pursue the dream, but don’t quit the day-job.

      Though she dabbled with articles, she didn’t fully embrace her dream to write novels until years later, when she was a busy cosmetologist making a name for herself in her own salon. That was when she decided to write the type of stories she’d been reading—romances.

      Once the writing bug bit, an incurable passion consumed her to create stories and people them. Still, it was seven more years and that many novels before she saw her first historical romance published. Now that she’s also writing contemporary romances for Mills & Boon, she finally knows that a full-time career in writing is closer to reality.

      Janette shares her home and her free time with a chowshepherd mix pup she rescued from the pound, who aspires to be a lap dog. She invites you to visit her website at www.jankenny.com. She loves to hear from readers—e-mail her at [email protected]

      PROUD REVENGE, PASSIONATE WEDLOCK

      BY

      JANETTE KENNY

       MILLS & BOON^®

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      CHAPTER ONE

      ALLEGRA got a white-knuckled grip on the knob and forced her hand to open the door on the past she’d dreaded visiting again. Until one month ago, she’d remembered nothing of the previous five months.

      Much of it was still shrouded in shadow. But the memories that were clear nearly killed her.

      Her precious baby was dead. The husband she’d loved beyond words hadn’t inquired about her health since the accident.

      It was as if she’d died that day. God knows she’d wished she had after she’d realized she was to blame for the accident.

      “Miguel doesn’t deserve you,” her uncle had told her more times than she could recall. “Divorce him.”

      The thought of dissolving her marriage sickened her, but she couldn’t move forward with her life if she was bound in an estranged marriage. No, she needed closure.

      She had to come to grips with her daughter’s death. She had to sever all ties to the life that had held such promise in Cancún. And she had to do it here where it had begun.

      Allegra drew in a shaky breath and stepped into the beach house where her love with Miguel had begun. She’d steeled herself to be greeted with an onslaught of cherished and troubled memories, but she was totally unprepared to cope with this soft whispering sense that she’d just come home after a long, arduous journey.

      The rightness of being here played over and over in her mind as she stood on the threshold a moment and tried to slow her racing heart. It was useless, for her nerves were tied in tight apprehensive knots.

      Run, her mind screamed. Run back to England and the promise of a safe, quiet life there. Run away from the tempting vibrancy that made her feel alive for the first time in months.

      Determined to face the past head-on, she walked into the sala as she had countless times before. The spun-gold sunlight that streamed through the bank of windows to dance over the pasta tiles seemed far too welcoming for a place that should still be deep in mourning.

      She’d notified the housekeeper of her return, and that kind woman must have hurried to tidy the place. She’d even left the windows open to air the house out.

      It looked as if Allegra had stepped out for a day of shopping and had just returned. If only that were true—

      “Señora, where would you like me to place your luggage?” her driver asked her.

      “In the upstairs bedroom facing the sea, please.”

      Allegra was unwilling to step foot in the master bedroom this soon. Besides sleep had been a stranger to her of late. And the memories made in that room were better left undisturbed.

      As if she could ever forget Miguel.

      The driver toted her bags upstairs and was back in a heartbeat, hand extended. Allegra paid him for the fare from the airport, plus a generous tip.

      “Gracias, señora,” he said, smiling broadly in a gracious manner she’d once taken for granted.

      She’d taken so much for granted. What was it they said? You never appreciated what you had until it was gone?

      The heavy ache of loss washed over her like the incoming tide, threatening to erode her moorings. The doctor’s warning that she wasn’t strong enough to go through with this rocked her shaky confidence.

      She hated the uncertainty. Hated the black void still there in her memory.

      Allegra swallowed the impulsive request that the departing driver return her to the airport. She closed and locked the door, then pressed her forehead against the cool wood until her breathing steadied. Leaving would solve nothing.

      Closure. She had to shut the door on the past and walk away a new woman.

      She had to find peace of mind. She could think of no better place than her beach house.

      Allegra turned toward the shady palapa where she’d relished taking her afternoon tea and drank in the tranquil sights that she’d fallen in love with when she came here two years ago. Gentle steps led down to the expanse of white sand that would be warm underfoot.

      If