Michelle Conder - Russian's Ruthless Demand

‘Shall we cast a wager?’

Eleanore turned. ‘I beg your pardon?’

‘A wager. On who will kiss whom first.’

‘You’re mad.’

‘Is that a yes?’

Lukas could hear the words coming out of his mouth, but he couldn’t quite believe them. She’d aggravated him with the way she so easily froze him out. And the more she tried to mind her ps and qs with him, the more he wanted to run roughshod all over them.

‘How about if I kiss you first you can have Harrington’s name above the door of the hotel?’

Eleanore stilled. ‘Are you serious?’

‘Why not?’

She couldn’t believe he would wager that. ‘And what happens if I kiss you first?’

‘Worried about your self-control, moya krasavitsa ?’

She hated not knowing what he was calling her, but she wouldn’t lower herself to ask. Let him have his fun. Men and their egos.

With two university degrees and a variety of false career starts under her belt, MICHELLE CONDERdecided to satisfy her lifelong desire to write and finally found her dream job. She currently lives in Melbourne, Australia, with one super-indulgent husband, three self-indulgent (but exquisite) children, a menagerie of over-indulged pets and the intention of doing some form of exercise daily. She loves to hear from her readers at www.michelleconder.com.

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To Paul and our kids. Life got in the way a bit with this one but we made it through!

And to my fabulous editor, Laura McCallen. This book would not be here if not for your infinite patience and wonderful guidance.

Thank you.

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Excerpt ‘Shall we cast a wager?’ Eleanore turned. ‘I beg your pardon?’ ‘A wager. On who will kiss whom first.’ ‘You’re mad.’ ‘Is that a yes?’ Lukas could hear the words coming out of his mouth, but he couldn’t quite believe them. She’d aggravated him with the way she so easily froze him out. And the more she tried to mind her ps and qs with him, the more he wanted to run roughshod all over them. ‘How about if I kiss you first you can have Harrington’s name above the door of the hotel?’ Eleanore stilled. ‘Are you serious?’ ‘Why not?’ She couldn’t believe he would wager that. ‘And what happens if I kiss you first?’ ‘Worried about your self-control, moya krasavitsa ?’ She hated not knowing what he was calling her, but she wouldn’t lower herself to ask. Let him have his fun. Men and their egos.

About the Author With two university degrees and a variety of false career starts under her belt, MICHELLE CONDER decided to satisfy her lifelong desire to write and finally found her dream job. She currently lives in Melbourne, Australia, with one super-indulgent husband, three self-indulgent (but exquisite) children, a menagerie of over-indulged pets and the intention of doing some form of exercise daily. She loves to hear from her readers at www.michelleconder.com .

Title Page Russian’s Ruthless Demand Michelle Conder www.millsandboon.co.uk

Dedication To Paul and our kids. Life got in the way a bit with this one but we made it through! And to my fabulous editor, Laura McCallen. This book would not be here if not for your infinite patience and wonderful guidance. Thank you.

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

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‘YOU’RE BREAKING UP, PETRA. Who did you say quit?’ Lukas Kuznetskov pressed his mobile phone closer to his ear, straining to hear as his PA explained the latest issue to befall the supposedly creative genius who had been hired to build his ice hotel. Apparently the man had stormed out after Lukas had questioned his latest set of drawings, complaining that Lukas was too controlling and stifled his creativity.

Creativity?

Lukas swore under his breath.