I am thrilled to be joining in with Sun Chara’s Italian Millionaire, Runaway Pincipessa blog tour! 🙂
Many thanks to Petra Quelch for the invitation to take part.
Peter saw her. And he saw men at the bar ogling her every curve.
The waitress scrap-of-nothing she wore accentuated the length and shape of her legs, clad in net stockings. How she managed to walk on stiletto heels was beyond his male comprehension. The flimsy froth of fabric barely covered her bottom and had her breasts nearly spilling from the Grand Canyon neckline, to the delight of every male eye in the smoke-filled room.
He brushed rain-damp hair off his brow, warring with his gut instinct to stride over, sling her across his shoulder, and take her home. Hot blood surged through him and his aorta boxed his chest. Home where she belonged, with him, and in his bed—
The crash of glass jolted him from plunging deeper into the erotic fantasy. Since she’d run out on him, his mind was set on replay…a constant rankling to his Italian pride.
A muscle assaulted his jaw.
Her rebellious escapade could bring him down, and her with him. Premeditated or a case of the lamb amidst wolves? His chest constricted. It was time to set the record straight, even the score. Although he had to move fast to snare the coup d’ etat he was after, he’d do it his way. He inhaled, filling his lungs with needed oxygen and grimaced at the smoke-tainted air in the club. He exhaled and snared her in his narrow focus.
She was floundering to pick up broken glass from the floor. Her admirers were moving in, but in two long strides he was beside her.
The spinning strobe light cast a halo around her, making her hair gold and her skin a shimmer of silk. Memories rushed in, taunting, smothering… and he almost changed his mind. Passion and anger raged inside him. Pent-up pressure in his chest sizzled between his teeth and banished the past, but only for the moment.
“Let me help you.” He hunkered down, playing knight gallant but feeling more like a Neanderthal. His words held a double meaning for this woman, who kept a special place in his heart, his life, and who had spurned his every effort. Why would she have left him otherwise? Without a word, without a backward glance?
The deep timbre of the man’s voice filtered to Ellie through the music and laughter, but she kept her head bent until the embarrassed blush receded from her features. “Thank you.”
He dropped a handful of sharp pieces onto her tray, and the gold cufflink on his white shirt cuff gleamed from beneath the dark sleeve of his jacket. His hand was strong, his fingers long and sensitive with a smattering of black hair across his knuckles.
His raised eyebrow spoke volumes.
“What are you doing here?” She held the tray between them like a defense, gripping it so tight her fingers hurt. Her stomach lurched; air whooshed from her lips and every fiber of her being buzzed with life on seeing him again. But with that came a profound sadness.
She turned away from his penetrating blue gaze. His relentless pursuit of his profession had nearly destroyed her and their marriage. She couldn’t go back to him. Wouldn’t.
Not unless he was willing to change… give her what she wanted, what she… they… deserved… a real marriage. Tears stung her eyelids, and she gulped them down with her next breath.
A melody drifted to her, a balm to her frazzled emotions.
She’d been stagnating, except in the bedroom. And she wanted to be
more to him than a bedroom playmate. In a desperate attempt to reclaim her
life, and save her marriage, she had made a rash decision and fled.
She was playing a risky card, especially since he controlled the deck.
Could she pull it off? Would he ever see her as more than a possession?
“Better question is” –he dropped a chipped martini glass on her tray,
shattering her thoughts— “what’re you doing here, Ellie?”
Tug-a-war between the sexes!
Infamous Italian neurosurgeon, Peter Medeci, has a score to settle with his estranged wife: her reckless bid for independence has nearly destroyed his medical career. Ellie, desperate to reassert herself as more than his bedroom playmate, flees the ‘fairytale’ for a gig in a Hollywood club until Peter comes looking for her. For her freedom, Ellie must spend the next three weeks being the ‘good doctor’s wife’ in public…and his mistres s in private!
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About the author…..
Sun Chara, a multi-published, JABBIC winner
for Manhattan Millionaire’s Cinderella , writes
sexy, hip ‘n fun contemporary romance, high
adventure historical romance, and any genre that
knocks at her imagination. Globetrotting for lore
while keeping tabs on Hollywood leads, she
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