Penny Jordan - Mission - Make-Over

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PENNY JORDAN

Phenomenally successful author of more than two hundred books with sales of over a hundred million copies!

Penny Jordan’s novels are loved by millions of readers all around the word in many different languages. Mills & Boon are proud to have published one hundred and eighty-seven novels and novellas written by Penny Jordan, who was a reader favourite right from her very first novel through to her last.

This beautiful digital collection offers a chance to recapture the pleasure of all of Penny Jordan’s fabulous, glamorous and romantic novels for Mills & Boon.

PENNY JORDANis one of Mills & Boon’s most popular authors. Sadly, Penny died from cancer on 31st December 2011, aged sixty-five. She leaves an outstanding legacy, having sold over a hundred million books around the world. She wrote a total of one hundred and eighty-seven novels for Mills & Boon, including the phenomenally successful A Perfect Family, To Love, Honour & Betray, The Perfect Sinner and Power Play , which hit the Sunday Times and New York Times bestseller lists. Loved for her distinctive voice, her success was in part because she continually broke boundaries and evolved her writing to keep up with readers’ changing tastes. Publishers Weekly said about Jordan ‘Women everywhere will find pieces of themselves in Jordan’s characters’ and this perhaps explains her enduring appeal.

Although Penny was born in Preston, Lancashire and spent her childhood there, she moved to Cheshire as a teenager and continued to live there for the rest of her life. Following the death of her husband, she moved to the small traditional Cheshire market town on which she based her much-loved Crighton books.

Penny was a member and supporter of the Romantic Novelists’ Association and the Romance Writers of America—two organisations dedicated to providing support for both published and yet-to-be-published authors. Her significant contribution to women’s fiction was recognised in 2011, when the Romantic Novelists’ Association presented Penny with a Lifetime Achievement Award.

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‘NO LUCIANNA…? Where is she—trying to breathe life into some hopeless wreck of a car?’

Janey Stewart smiled at her husband’s best friend as the three of them shared the informal supper Janey had prepared.

‘No, not this evening, Jake,’ she informed him in response to his wry question about her sister-in-law and the youngest member of the family, the only girl. Lucianna had arrived after her mother had already produced four sons, and, as a consequence of that and, more tragically, of the fact that Susan Stewart had died after contracting a rare and particularly virulent form of viral pneumonia when Lucianna was only eighteen months old, had grown up treated by her brothers and father almost as if she were another boy.

‘She’s out,’ she added in further explanation as he raised a questioning eyebrow. ‘Saying goodbye to John.’

‘Saying goodbye… The big romance is over , then, is it?’

‘Not exactly. John’s going to work in Canada for three months. I suspect Lucianna was rather hoping that he might suggest putting their relationship on a bit of a permanent footing before he left.’

‘She hasn’t a hope in hell,’ said David, her husband and Lucianna’s eldest brother, who now ran the farm where he and Lucianna and the rest of the Stewart brothers had been brought up and where in fact Lucianna still lived.

‘She’s never going to get herself a man whilst she goes around dressed in a pair of baggy old dungarees and—’

‘It isn’t all her fault, David,’ Janey interrupted him gently. ‘You and the others have hardly encouraged her to be feminine, have you? And you’ve certainly done your share of helping to frighten away potential men-friends,’ she pointed out mildly.

‘If you mean I’ve made it clear that if a man wants Lucianna to share his roof and his bed with him then it has to be with the benefit of a wedding ring, then what’s wrong with that?’

‘Nothing,’ Janey allowed, adding dryly, ‘But I seem to remember you worked pretty hard to convince me that we ought to move in together before we were married…’

‘That was different,’ David told her firmly.

‘I hope this relationship with John does work out for Lucianna,’ Janey continued worriedly. ‘After all, she’s twenty-two now, not a teenager any more.’

‘No relationship is going to work for her until she stops acting like a tomboy…’ David told her decisively, adding, ‘Perhaps you could give her one or two hints, Janey, point her in the right direction.’

‘I’ve tried, but…’ Janey gave a small shrug. ‘I think she needs someone to show her, not to tell her, someone to build up her confidence in herself as a desirable woman and not—’ She broke off and smiled teasingly at her husband’s best friend. ‘Someone like you, Jake,’ she told him.

‘Jake?’ David hooted with laughter. ‘Jake would never look at anyone like Lucianna, not after the women he’s had running after him. Remember that Italian model you went out with, Jake, and that New York banker, and what happened—?’

‘Er…you’re married to me , thank you very much,’ Janey reminded her husband firmly. ‘Perhaps you aren’t the right person, Jake, but she does need help of some kind from someone, otherwise I’m very much afraid she’s going to lose John and she’ll take it very hard.’

‘He really means that much to her?’ Jake frowned, his dark eyebrows snapping together over eyes of a particularly clean and sharp blue-grey colour, all the more striking set against the warm olive of the skin tone he had inherited from his Italian grandmother and the thick dark hair that went with it.

His height and breadth of shoulder he had inherited from his paternal relatives; the great-uncle from whom he had inherited the farm and manor house whose lands bordered on the Stewarts’ farm had been of a similarly impressive build.

‘I rather fear so,’ Janey told him quietly. ‘She needs help, Jake,’ she added, ‘even if she herself would be the last person to admit it, especially…’

‘Especially to me,’ Jake concluded for her.

‘Well, you do rather have the knack of making her bristle,’ Janey smiled.

As the grandfather clock in the passageway struck the hour, Janey’s smile turned to a small frown.

‘John’s flight will be leaving in half an hour and then Lucianna will be back.’

‘Wanting a shoulder to cry on?’ Jake asked Janey perceptively.

‘Luce never cries,’ David informed him. ‘She’s not that type.’