0ed5-5b06-5838-a09f-179b8ca23be8">
‘Be my wife,’ Zac said lightly. ‘And save Mannion from its fate.’
Her hand jerked, spilling coffee on to the coral dress. She said breathlessly, ‘If that’s a joke, I don’t find it amusing.’
‘I am perfectly serious,’ he said. ‘I am asking you to marry me, Dana mia.’
‘In which case you must be mad.’ She swallowed convulsively. ‘And the answer is no.’
Zac sighed elaborately. ‘And only moments ago you were declaring that no sacrifice was too great for the house you love.’
Oh, God, she thought. Why did I let my mouth run away with me?
She took a deep breath. ‘Marriage is totally different. I am not for sale.’
Seven Sexy Sins The true taste of temptation!
From greed to gluttony, lust to envy, these fabulous stories explore what seven sexy sins mean in the twenty-first century!
Whether pride goes before a fall, or wrath leads to a passion that consumes entirely, one thing is certain: the road to true love has never been more enticing!
So you decide:
How can it be a sin when it feels so good?
Sloth—Cathy Williams
Lust—Dani Collins
Pride—Kim Lawrence
Gluttony—Maggie Cox
Greed—Sara Craven
Wrath—Maya Blake
Envy—Annie West
Seven titles by some of
Mills & Boon Modern Romance’s
most treasured and exciting authors!
The Innocent’s Sinful Craving
Sara Craven
Former journalist SARA CRAVEN published her first novel, Garden of Dreams, for Mills and Boon in 1975. Apart from writing (naturally!), her passions include reading, bridge, Italian cities, Greek islands, the French language and countryside, and her rescue Jack Russell cross Button. She has appeared on several TV quiz shows and in 1997 became the UK TV Mastermind champion. She lives near her family in Warwickshire—Shakespeare country.
For Leo, stern critic and amazing support.
Contents
AT THE TOP of the hill, she stopped the car on the verge and got out, stretching gratefully after the drive from London.
The house lay below her in its secluded green valley, a sprawl of stones like some ancient dragon sleeping in the sunlight.
Dana drew a long, satisfied breath, her taut mouth relaxing into a smile of pure pleasure.
‘I’ve come back,’ she whispered. ‘And this time I’m going to stay. Nothing—and no one—is going to drive me away again. You’re going to be mine. Do you hear me?’
And after one final, lingering look, she returned to the car and drove down the hill towards Mannion.
It would not—could not be the same. For one thing, there would be no Serafina Latimer with her kindness and smiling grace that could so suddenly change to severity. She was
