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Predictable. That was what taking Sabine to bed should have been.
So why had it been so totally, utterly not the way he’d predicted? That was what he wanted to know. Not just wanted—needed to know.
Memories flooded through Bastiaan, hot and overwhelming, of just how he had responded to her as he’d held her in his arms. How the consummation of their congress had been like nothing, nothing he’d ever experienced before!
As if she were the only woman in the world! The only woman in the world for me.
He fought it down. Harshly…vehemently. This was Sabine he was talking about! Sabine in whom he had absolutely no interest whatsoever except that of getting her claws out of Philip by any means available. And the means he had selected was intended to achieve that end and simultaneously—conveniently!—allow him to slake his lust for her.
Yet here he was, shaken by the memory of the night, staring out over the ocean and wondering what the hell had gone wrong with his plan.
JULIA JAMES lives in England, and adores the peaceful verdant countryside and the wild shores of Cornwall. She also loves the Mediterranean—so rich in myth and history—with its sunbaked landscapes and olive groves, ancient ruins and azure seas. ‘The perfect setting for romance!’ she says. ‘Rivalled only by the lush tropical heat of the Caribbean—palms swaying by a silver sand beach lapped by turquoise waters…what more could lovers want?’
A Tycoon to Be
Reckoned With
Julia James
MILLS & BOON
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Contents
‘YOU KNOW, IT’S you I blame.’
Bastiaan’s aunt tried to laugh as she spoke, but it was shaky, Bastiaan could tell.
‘It was you who suggested Philip go and stay in your villa at Cap Pierre!’
Bastiaan took the criticism on board. ‘I thought it might help—moving him out of target range to finish his university vacation assignments in peace and quiet.’
His aunt sighed. ‘Alas, it seems he has jumped out of the frying pan into the fire. He may have escaped Elena Constantis, but this female in France sounds infinitely worse.’
Bastiaan’s dark eyes took on a mordant expression. ‘Unfortunately, wherever in the world Philip is he will be a target.’
‘If only he were less sweet-natured. If he had your...toughness,’ Bastiaan’s aunt replied, her gaze falling on her nephew.
‘I’ll take that as a compliment,’ Bastiaan replied dryly. ‘But Philip will toughen up, don’t worry.’ He’ll need to, he thought caustically. Just as he himself had had to.
‘He’s so impressionable!’ his aunt cried. ‘And so handsome. No wonder these wretched girls make a beeline for him.’
