The Tortured Rake. Sarah Morgan

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       “Sorry—I’m just not used to having a movie star in my living room. It feels—”

      “How does it feel?” The way he was looking at her turned her insides to liquid. His eyes slid to her mouth and Katie felt the blood pound through her veins. Being the focus of his attention was the most heady, exciting thing that had ever happened to her. He was looking at her as if, as if—

      Oh God, Nathaniel Wolfe was going to kiss her—

       Why, oh why, hadn’t she stuck to her diet?

      Wound tight with sexual awareness, she swayed towards him. She saw him lower his head towards hers and then he gave a sharp frown and turned away abruptly, walking to the far side of the room.

      Katie stood like an idiot, completely thrown off balance. What had she expected? Nathaniel Wolfe was a superstar. What on earth had made her think he’d want to kiss someone like her? Clearly she was delusional.

       A powerful dynasty, where secrets and scandal never sleep!

      THE DYNASTY Eight siblings, blessed with wealth, but denied the one thing they wanted—a father’s love.

      A family destroyed by one man’s thirst for power.

      THE SECRETS Haunted by their past and driven to succeed, the Wolfes scattered to the far corners of the globe.

      But secrets never sleep and scandal

      is starting to stir…

      THE POWER Now the Wolfe brothers are back, stronger than ever, but hiding hearts as hard as granite.

      It’s said that even the blackest of souls can

      be healed by the purest of love…

      But can the dynasty rise again?

       ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      USA Today bestselling author SARAH MORGAN writes lively, sexy stories for both Modern™ Romance and Medical™ Romance.

      As a child Sarah dreamed of being a writer and although she took a few interesting detours on the way, she is now living that dream. With her writing career she has successfully combined business with pleasure and she firmly believes that reading romance is one of the most satisfying and fat-free escapist pleasures available. Her stories are unashamedly optimistic and she is always pleased when she receives letters from readers saying that her books have helped them through hard times.

      Romantic Times has described her writing as “action packed and sexy” and nominated her books for their Reviewer’s Choice Awards and their “Top Pick” slot.

      Sarah lives near London with her husband and two children who innocently provide an endless supply of authentic dialogue. When she isn’t writing or reading Sarah enjoys music, movies and any activity that takes her outdoors.

      Readers can find out more about Sarah and her books from her website www.sarahmorgan.com. She can also be found on Facebook and Twitter.

      TORTURED RAKE

      SARAH MORGAN

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      To my fellow ‘Wolfe’ authors—

      Caitlin, Abby, Robyn, Lynn, Janette, Jennie and

      Kate. Working on this series with you was so much

      fun. You’re a fantastic, talented bunch of women

      and I can’t wait to read the final stories!

      CHAPTER ONE

       THEY were waiting for him to fail.

      Nathaniel Wolfe, bad boy of Hollywood and focus of millions of women’s erotic fantasies, stood alone in the wings of the famous London theatre, listening to the excited hum of conversation from the waiting audience.

      He knew they could roughly be divided into two camps. Women who had come to see if his face and body lived up to the promise of the big screen and men who had come to see whether he could really act.

      The knives had been out for him since it had been announced that he would play the title role in a modern interpretation of Shakespeare’s Richard II.

      They thought he couldn’t do it. They thought that the awards, the plaudits, the box office successes were all a result of clever camera work and a handsome face. They thought he had no talent.

      A cynical smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

      He was going to blast their prejudices into the stratosphere. By tomorrow morning no one would be questioning his talent. The headlines wouldn’t be Can the Big Bad Wolfe Really Act? but Big Bad Wolfe Silences Critics with Outstanding Performance. He was going to show them an emotional range that had never before been seen in the theatre.

      The director was hovering in the wings and they shared a single brief glance. It had been a stormy collaboration with Nathaniel insisting on playing the part the way he wanted to do it and the director fighting back. Between them they’d produced magic that both knew would go down in theatre history.

      As the moment approached, Nathaniel closed his eyes and blocked out the outside world. It was the ritual he always used. Within moments, Nathaniel Wolfe ceased to exist.

      He was Richard, King of England.

      This was what he did. He turned a role into reality. He didn’t just act that character, he became that character. At the age of nine he’d discovered it was possible to slip into someone else’s skin and hide there. It had been a way of escaping from the dark that had licked around the edges of his life. He could be whoever he wanted to be. A knight, a ninja, a dragon slayer, a vampire, a superhero. Desperate, he’d given himself the strength and power to fight back. To protect those he loved. Acting had begun as an escape and quickly become a disguise. And that was how he lived his life. Alone and in disguise, depending on no one.

      He had no trouble being someone else.

      It was being Nathaniel Wolfe that gave him problems.

      ‘The dress does not make you look fat.’ Katie tightened the corset over rolls of flesh. ‘The colour is really flattering, I think you look great. And anyway, you’re the Duchess of Gloucester. You’re supposed to look—’ She broke off as the actress glowered at her. ‘Statesman-like,’ she finished. ‘You’re supposed to have gravitas.’

      ‘So you’re basically saying I look fat and old?’