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‘You know we’d be working on this project twenty-four-seven, right?’
‘Of course,’ Sapphire said, and the vein in her temple pulsed.
It had been her ‘give’ when she’d been younger—a tell-tale sign that she was rattled— and Patrick didn’t know whether to be flattered or annoyed that spending time with him disconcerted her.
‘And that doesn’t bother you?’
She stood, cool and confident and lithe. ‘This is business. Why should it?’
That vein beat to a rap rhythm. Yeah, she was rattled. Big-time.
‘Okay then, let’s do it.’
‘Fantastic. You won’t regret this.’ Her lush mouth eased into a wide grin. ‘We’re going to be great together.’
‘Absolutely.’
And he kissed her to prove it.
Dear Reader
What does romance mean to you?
For me, it’s a glance, a smile, a touch, a kiss.
Kisses are special. They convey so much—tenderness and passion, fun and flirting. They’re sensual and sexy, sweet and sublime!
Patrick and Sapphire certainly discover all that and more when they join forces for Melbourne Fashion Week. Can the fashion house CEO and the jeweller collaborate in and out of the bedroom?
I love revisiting characters, and was so pleased when Sapphie (who first appeared in MARRYING THE ENEMY, her sister Ruby’s story) demanded her very own romantic tale, complete with plenty of kisses…
Happy reading!
Nicola
www.nicolamarsh.com
About the Author
NICOLA MARSH has always had a passion for writing and reading. As a youngster she devoured books when she should have been sleeping, and later kept a diary whose contents could be an epic in itself!
These days, when she’s not enjoying life with her husband and sons in her home city of Melbourne, she’s at her computer, creating the romances she loves in her dream job.
Visit Nicola’s website at www.nicolamarsh.com for the latest news of her books.
Recent titles by the same author:
MARRYING THE ENEMY
WHO WANTS TO MARRY A MILLIONAIRE? GIRL IN A VINTAGE DRESS DESERTED ISLAND, DREAMY EX!
Did you know these are also available as eBooks? Visit www.millsandboon.co.uk
Her Deal
with the Devil
Nicola Marsh
For my nan, who I miss more than words can say.
Your support for my writing meant so much. You’ll live in my heart for ever.
CHAPTER ONE
SAPPHIRE INTERLOCKED HER fingers and stretched overhead, savouring the slight twinge between her shoulder blades. The twinge was good. It meant her muscles were functioning, which was more than she’d been able to say a few months ago.
But she wouldn’t go there. Not today.
Today was all about relaxation and easing back into work. Minimal stress. Positive thoughts. Focus.
She tilted her face to the Melbourne summer sun, enjoying the rays’ warm caress.
She should have done this more often. Then maybe she wouldn’t have ended up at the brink of collapse and almost losing her cherished family business.
If it hadn’t been for her younger sister Ruby…Her shoulder muscles spasmed and she lowered her arms, shook them out, using the relaxation techniques she’d learned during her enforced three month R&R at Tenang, the retreat that had nursed her weary body back to health.
She couldn’t afford to get uptight. Not with so much at stake. Not when she had so much to prove in facing her nemesis tomorrow.
With hands on hips she twisted from the waist, deliberately loosening her spine. Some of the tension eased and she closed her eyes, breathed deep. In. Out.
Calm thoughts. Zen. Centred. Relaxed.
‘Never thought I’d see the day when the great Sapphire Seaborn connected with her inner yoga chick.’
That voice. No way.
Her eyes snapped open and her Zen evaporated just like that.
Patrick Fourde. Here. In the tiny backyard behind the Sea-born showroom. Seeing her in daggy pink yoga pants, purple crop top and hair snagged in the morning mail’s elastic band; not in the fabulous designer outfit she’d planned to wow him with tomorrow.
Freaking hell.
She could feel the blood rush to her face. A virtual red flag to her mortification. Considering their past, she’d be damned if she let him know how truly flustered she was.
The guy had made her last year of high school a living hell and she’d rather grind coal to diamonds with her teeth than work with him now. But she had no choice. She had to reaffirm her leadership of the company. Had to prove she could handle the job physically. Had to ensure she never came that close to losing it again.
She strolled towards him, stopping about a foot away. Close enough to see tiny flecks of cobalt in a sea of grey. His eyes reminded her of a mood stone: bright and electric when he was revved, cool and murky when he had his game face on. Like now.
Lucky for him she’d wised up since high school and could outplay him. Never again would the cocky rebel get the jump on her.
‘Was there a problem with our meeting time?’
He grinned—the same wicked quirk of his lips that had driven her batty during Year 12 Biology—and leaned against the doorjamb.
‘No problem. I happened to be in the area. Thought I’d drop by for old times’ sake.’
This wasn’t how she’d envisaged their first meeting after ten years. Not at all.
She didn’t like being on the back foot. Not around him. Not
