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The Corporate Raider’s Revenge by Charlene Sands

Damn, she was a beauty .

Then Evan realised who she was. Elena Royal.

His rival in the hotel business, Nolan Royal, had only the one child, and she usually kept a low profile. Evan almost could give Nolan Royal credit for keeping the media out of his daughter’s life.

Almost.

But because Nolan Royal had been a royal pain lately, cheating Evan out of a hotel buyout that he’d been working on for two years, he couldn’t even give the man his due for protecting his daughter. Evan still burned from Royal’s deliberate and dishonourable tactics.

He meant to make Royal pay.

Evan turned to Elena, “Want to get un-bored?”

She raised her eyebrows and he could tell she was intrigued. “What do you have in mind?”

Tycoon’s Valentine Vendett a by Yvonne Lindsay

Seducing Lily would certainly be no hardship.

Convincing her, now that would be the challenge, and there was nothing in life that Hunter loved more than a challenge.

Was that fear he had detected in her voice? Hunter knew he should feel some sense of compassion for her, but it was a commodity he was very short on when it came to the Fontaines. Yes, he knew her secrets, knew all about her fall from grace. It couldn’t have worked better if he’d planned it himself.

CHARLENE SANDS

YVONNE LINDSAY

www.millsandboon.co.uk

by

Charlene Sands

Dear Reader,

I love visiting Hawaii and I love chance encounters. The idea of a corporate raider accidentally meeting up with his rival’s beautiful daughter and hatching a scheme to take revenge on his competitor was a story I had to write. Put them all together, an exotic location, red-hot chemistry from the get-go, a hunky millionaire and a hotel heiress, add a little deception and intrigue along the way, and you have The Corporate Raider’s Revenge .

But sexy Tempest Hotel owner Evan Tyler doesn’t know what he’s got himself into when Elena Royal turns the tables on him. Elena isn’t a pushover, and I enjoyed every moment writing the battle of wills between the two.

I hope you enjoyed meeting the Tylers. There’ll be more stories coming soon with Evan’s brothers – those hard-driving, heart-stopping Tyler heroes.

Happy reading!

Charlene Sands

REAL MEN STILL EXIST…on the pages of a Charlene Sands romance. Visit www. charlenesands.com.

CHARLENE SANDS

resides in Southern California with her husband, her school sweetheart and best friend, Don. Proudly, they boast that their children, Jason and Nikki, have earned their college degrees. The empty nesters now have two cats that have taken over the house. Charlene’s love of the American West, both present and past, stems from storytelling days with her imaginative father, sparking a passion for a good story and her desire to write romance. When not writing, she enjoys sunny California days, Pacific beaches, and sitting down with a good book.

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This one is for Mom and Dad.

You are always with me.

One

Elena Royal sipped on her second glass of Sex on the Beach and the irony struck her anew.

Sex on the beach?

That’s exactly what she should be having right now, while on her honeymoon. Instead, she sat outside alone on a bar stool of the Wind Breeze Resort. As overhead palm frond fans lapped around stealing traces of tropical Hawaiian heat, she cast off admiring looks from men at the patio bar and proceeded to drink away her sorrows.

She would have been married by now.

To Justin Overton, the scoundrel who had her convinced he loved her and not the Royal bankroll. Finding out on her wedding day that her would-be bridegroom hadn’t an honest bone in his body, sent her packing, abandoning her wedding and the guests that would have arrived within the hour.

Yes, she’d left Justin at the altar, but she’d left her heart there, as well. No longer the trusting twenty-six-year-old girl who believed in happily ever after, Elena’s tender ego had taken a nosedive.

She’d been shattered and still felt slivers of regret and heartache deep inside. She’d come to this secluded out-of-the-way Maui resort hoping she wouldn’t be recognized as the daughter of West Coast hotel magnate, Nolan Royal. She needed the escape. She needed peace and quiet. She needed time to reevaluate her life. She’d spent the past three weeks on the beach, swimming, reading and relaxing.

It was driving her crazy.

The midnight moon glistened on the oversize pool and beyond that, Hawaiian waters caressed the sand, the gentle waves echoing into a soft roar. From under the thatched roof of the bar’s hut, she finished her drink, debating on having another before returning to the solitude of her lonely cottage. The sultry June night surrounded her in stillness, the Wind Breeze Resort falling short of its namesake. If it weren’t for the lapping fans, the heavy air would smother her.

“Want another drink?” the bartender asked, then darted a hard quick stare, keeping the last of the men at the bar from approaching her.

She smiled. Joe, the bartender, had taken it upon himself to protect her solitude once he realized she wasn’t like other single women who were eager and willing to leave the bar with a stranger. “I’d better not. I haven’t finished this one yet.”

A splash from the pool had her lifting her eyes from her cocktail glass.

The late-night swimmer dipped down deep in a perfect dive then, shadowed by moonlight, he rose up until his head popped out of the water. Water flowed off longish black silken hair and his shoulders rivaled the breadth of an Olympic athlete.

She caught herself staring and when he spotted her, he stared back, his eyes dark and piercing. Her heart beat faster. Chills of awareness romped up and down her body, the sensation like nothing she’d ever experienced before.

She lifted her lips in a smile.

He didn’t smile back, but the slightest arch of one brow answered her.

She grew warm all over, her lower body stirring with unexpected heat as she watched the stunning man come out of the water with a grace that belied his rugged physical stature.

Holding her breath, she watched as he mopped up beads of water off his shoulder, shaking out his hair and wrapping a towel around his waist. He glanced at her again, his eyes filled with promise. Her heart raced as she hoped for his approach, which surprised her since she’d sworn off men at least for the next ten years.

She’d had it with liars, deceivers, men who’d speak vows of love and forever after, only to want a piece of the Royal pie. Justin had been most clever. She’d been fooled quite easily with his charm and vows of undying love. Until her father had him investigated.

She’d found out just in the nick of time that Justin Overton wasn’t the high-powered financial consultant he’d claimed to be when she’d met him in Europe six months ago, but a college dropout on the verge of bankruptcy.