The Cost Of The Forbidden. Carol Marinelli
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Sev kissed her in a way he perhaps shouldn’t if Naomi was going to keep her head.
Side on, eyes open long enough for them to know that what they were doing was breaking their rules.
Their legs were entwined, but now there was time for more. And so Naomi kissed him in a way perhaps she shouldn’t. Three months of restraint had ended on the plane, but a different restraint ended this morning. She had never known a kiss like it. Their tongues swirled, mouth played with mouth. She took in his lower lip just to feel it between hers, they stroked at each other’s mouths, caressed the other’s tongue. Yes, she had never known a kiss like it—and she guessed after this morning she never would again.
Sexy, scandalous and impossible to resist!
Daniil, Roman, Sev and Nikolai have come a long way from the Russian orphanage they grew up in. These days the four sexy tycoons dominate the world’s stage—and they are just as famed for their prowess between the sheets!
Untamed and untouched by emotion, can these ruthless men find women to redeem them?
You won’t want to miss these sizzling Russians in this sensational quartet from
USA TODAY bestselling author Carol Marinelli—available only from Mills & Boon Modern Romance!
The Price of His Redemption December 2015
The Cost of the Forbidden January 2016
And watch for Nikolai and Roman’s stories … coming soon!
The Cost of the Forbidden
Carol Marinelli
CAROL MARINELLI is a Taurus, with Taurus rising, yet she still thinks she’s a secret Gemini. Originally from England, she now lives in Australia and is a single mother of three. Apart from her children, writing romance and the friendships forged along the way are her passion. She chooses to believe in a happy-ever-after for all and strives for that in her writing.
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‘YOU’RE ENGLISH?’ NAOMI watched from the other side of a large polished desk as Sevastyan Derzhavin flicked through her résumé with little enthusiasm.
He’d already made up his mind that she hadn’t got the job, Naomi decided. So it was now just a matter of going through the motions.
What she didn’t know was Sevastyan never went through the motions.
Social niceties did not apply to him.
‘I was born here and my father lives here in New York,’ Naomi answered. ‘So I’m legal...’
‘I wasn’t asking for that.’ He shook his head. ‘I’m not really big on red tape. It was your accent that had me curious. How long have you been here?’ He continued to look at her résumé and frowned as Naomi answered him.
‘Twelve days.’
‘You’re staying in a hostel?’ he checked.
‘Just till I find somewhere to live, though that’s proving harder than I thought it would.’
He glanced up and saw that she was blushing—she had been since the moment he’d called her name, or perhaps her complexion was just perpetually red?
‘I thought that you said that your father lived—’
‘His wife just had a new baby.’ Naomi interrupted.
‘I don’t blame you, then.’
‘Sorry?’
He stiffened.
It was the third time that she had said it.
‘I don’t blame you for not wanting to stay with him if there’s a screaming baby.’
Naomi didn’t respond but her slight swallow and blink told him that, very possibly, his comment was the wrong way around—that her father didn’t want Naomi staying