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Excerpt
‘I need a regular companion to take some of the heat off this Bachelor of the Year thing,’ Dane continued.
‘Someone to accompany me to functions. It’ll be good publicity for you too, and if they do find out anything about what happened in Paris my influence with the media here could come in handy. As for finance—I have an empty room that you can use rent-free to get your business started.’
Mariel was still stuck on ‘regular’. ‘How regular are we talking?’
His eyes were like charcoal now, and intense. ‘You’ll move in with me—’
‘Whoa. Hold it. Move in with you? So in the public’s eyes we’re a couple?’
‘Lovers,’ he corrected.
Heat spurted through her veins at the mental image. ‘So we’ve gone from companion and a couple of dates to lovers?’
His gaze remained steady on hers. ‘I won’t pretend not to want you in my bed, Mariel.’
‘What makes you think I’d want to be there?’ she shot back.
What made her think she could resist?
When not teaching or writing, Anne Oliver loves nothing more than escaping into a book. She keeps a box of tissues handy—her favourite stories are intense, passionate, against-all-odds romances. Eight years ago she began creating her own characters in paranormal and time travel adventures, before turning to contemporary romance. Other interests include quilting, astronomy, all things Scottish, and eating anything she doesn’t have to cook. Sharing her characters’ journeys with readers all over the world is a privilege…and a dream come true. Anne lives in Adelaide, South Australia, and has two adult children. Visit her website at www.anne-oliver.com. She loves to hear from readers. E-mail her at [email protected]
Mistress: At What Price?
By
Anne Oliver
MILLS & BOON
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With a big thank-you to my critique buddies, Kathy, Sharon and Linda, for helping me bring out the best in Mariel and Dane’s story.
Thanks also to my editor Meg Lewis, for her patience and advice during the revision process.
Chapter One
‘REMIND me again why I dragged my jet-lagged body to a wedding with you when I could be sleeping it off in the comfort of my own bed?’
Mariel Davenport glanced at her sister Phoebe over the obligatory glass of champagne—except Mariel’s glass sparkled with mineral water. After the stress of packing and avoiding the press, then the long-haul flight from Paris, the last thing she needed was alcohol.
She skimmed the elite crowd, dripping with diamonds and couture and French perfume. Some she knew; most were strangers. Ten years away was a long time.
Phoebe flashed a smile, brown eyes sparkling. ‘Because you’re my big sister and you love me, and we haven’t seen each other since that Mediterranean cruise three years ago.’
Mariel arched a brow. ‘Not because your boyfriend left you in the—?’
‘Ex-boyfriend,’ Phoebe snarled, all humour extinguished. She topped up her champagne flute from the bottle on the nearby table with a sharp chink of glass on crystal. ‘Kyle’s history.’ She tossed back a mouthful of bubbly in disgust. ‘Men. Who’d trust them?’
The words pierced the thin armour Mariel had struggled to wrap around herself since leaving Paris. ‘Who indeed?’
Phoebe’s eyes widened in obvious dismay. ‘Oh, Mari, I’m sorry…’
‘Don’t be. I was a fool; it won’t happen again.’ She bit down on the inside of her lower lip. Hadn’t she made that very same vow once before? Right here in her home town?
‘That’s the spirit.’ Phoebe’s firm nod had her blonde bangs bouncing. ‘New Year’s resolution: no men. Until the next full moon at least.’ She grinned, then tucked her hand into the crook of Mariel’s arm as the band struck up a popular party hit. ‘Let’s mingle.’ The happy couple had left but the revelry lived on. ‘Or we could dance,’ she suggested. ‘It’ll take your mind off things.’
Mariel shook her head. ‘You know I love nothing better than a good party, but not tonight.’ What sane people would choose New Year’s Day to get married anyway? She raised her glass and pointed it towards the crowd congregating on the makeshift dance floor beyond the open French doors of the luxurious old Adelaide Hills mansion. ‘You go ahead. I’m fine. I’ll just loiter here a while.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Positive.’ She fixed a smile on her lips and shooed Phoebe away. ‘Go.’
Mariel watched her
