Annie West - Seducing His Enemy's Daughter

Ella swallowed, her throat scratchy, as she confronted the truth. She wanted Donato Salazar as she’d never wanted any man. Her skin felt too tight, her chest too full.

Donato stroked one finger along her palm and she gasped as pleasure rocketed through her.

‘Tell me you feel it too,’ he purred.

Ella bit back a groan of despair. She was out of her depth. She’d never been good at flirtation. Suddenly she didn’t care about pride or keeping up an image. This was about survival—and she felt as if she was going under for the third time.

‘What do you want from me, Donato? I don’t play these games.’

‘I don’t play games either. Not about this.’

His face was grim, the hint of teasing erased from features that looked pared back and intense. He swallowed, and something within her eased at the visible sign that he wasn’t totally in control.

Suddenly he stepped back, releasing her hand, and cool air wafted between them.

‘What happens next is up to you.’

His heavy-lidded look was both a challenge… and an invitation.

Growing up near the beach, ANNIE WESTspent lots of time observing tall, burnished lifeguards—early research! Now she spends her days fantasising about gorgeous men and their love-lives. Annie has been a reader all her life. She also loves travel, long walks, good company and great food. You can contact her at annie@annie-west.comor via PO Box 1041, Warners Bay, NSW 2282, Australia.

Seducing

His Enemy’s

Daughter

Annie West

www.millsandboon.co.uk

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This is my 25 thMills & Boon® novel, and the thrill of creating these stories hasn’t diminished.

It has actually increased, because now I hear from readers from all around the world who enjoy them.

So this one is for you—all the readers who’ve taken time to pick up an Annie West story.

And especially for those who have enjoyed them and taken the time to share that.

Thanks, too, to my lovely editor, Carly, my wonderfully supportive family, my dear writing friends—you know who you are, so take a bow—and to Ale Snape Li for helping with the Spanish!

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Excerpt She’d been almost relieved at the excuse to see him again, despite her fine talk about them never meeting again. She was angry, for sure. But she was also… enthralled. Ella swallowed, her throat scratchy, as she confronted the truth. She wanted Donato Salazar as she’d never wanted any man. Her skin felt too tight, her chest too full. Donato stroked one finger along her palm and she gasped as pleasure rocketed through her. ‘Tell me you feel it too,’ he purred. Ella bit back a groan of despair. She was out of her depth. She’d never been good at flirtation. Suddenly she didn’t care about pride or keeping up an image. This was about survival—and she felt as if she was going under for the third time. ‘What do you want from me, Donato? I don’t play these games.’ ‘I don’t play games either. Not about this.’ His face was grim, the hint of teasing erased from features that looked pared back and intense. He swallowed, and something within her eased at the visible sign that he wasn’t totally in control. Suddenly he stepped back, releasing her hand, and cool air wafted between them. ‘What happens next is up to you.’ His heavy-lidded look was both a challenge… and an invitation.

About the Author Growing up near the beach, ANNIE WEST spent lots of time observing tall, burnished lifeguards—early research! Now she spends her days fantasising about gorgeous men and their love-lives. Annie has been a reader all her life. She also loves travel, long walks, good company and great food. You can contact her at annie@annie-west.com or via PO Box 1041, Warners Bay, NSW 2282, Australia.

Title Page Seducing His Enemy’s Daughter Annie West www.millsandboon.co.uk

Dedication This is my 25 th Mills & Boon® novel, and the thrill of creating these stories hasn’t diminished. It has actually increased, because now I hear from readers from all around the world who enjoy them. So this one is for you—all the readers who’ve taken time to pick up an Annie West story. And especially for those who have enjoyed them and taken the time to share that. Thanks, too, to my lovely editor, Carly, my wonderfully supportive family, my dear writing friends—you know who you are, so take a bow—and to Ale Snape Li for helping with the Spanish!

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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CHAPTER ONE

‘OF COURSE YOU’LL do it. You know you will.’ Reg Sanderson paused in the act of pouring a double whisky to fix his gimlet stare on his daughter. As if he could bend her to his will, like he had years ago.

Ella shook her head, wondering how any man got to be so caught up in his own importance that he didn’t notice the world had altered. She’d changed in the years since she’d walked out. Even Fuzz and Rob had changed lately, but their father hadn’t realised.

He was too focused on his business machinations. Except they were no longer just business. His latest scheme was an outrageous mix of commercial and personal.

No wonder Fuzz had run. Felicity Sanderson might be flighty and spoiled, as only the favourite child of a very rich man could be, but she was no fool.

‘Don’t be absurd.’ Ella stared her father down, ignoring his razor-sharp glare. It had taken years of practice to stand tall against his brutal behaviour but it came naturally now. ‘This is nothing to do with me. You’ll have to sort it out yourself.’

Who’d have thought Reg Sanderson would come cap in hand to his forgotten middle child, the one he’d ignored for so long?

Except there’d been nothing cap in hand about his bellowing phone call, demanding she come to his harbourside home instantly because her sister Felicity was about to destroy her life.

‘Of course you’re involved,’ he roared, then caught himself, pausing to swallow a slug of alcohol. ‘You’re my only hope, Ella.’ This time his tone was conciliatory, almost conspiratorial.

Ella’s hackles rose, tension clamping her belly. Her father shouted whenever he didn’t instantly get his way. But it was when he pretended to be on your side that you really needed to beware.

‘I’m sorry.’ She bit her lip, reminding herself there was no need for her to apologise. Yet ancient habits died hard. She lifted her chin. ‘It’s a crazy idea and even if it weren’t I couldn’t fill in for Felicity. I’m not—’

‘Pah! Of course you can’t hold a candle to your sister. But with a makeover and some coaching you’ll do.’