Vows of Revenge. Dani Collins
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“What do you really want from me, Melodie?” Roman asked in his deadliest tone, willing her to come clean.
“Just…um… Honestly?” She blinked up at him, practically virginal, with her gaze damp and defenceless, her mouth working to find words. “For you to kiss me again,” she said, her voice a thin husk. “To see if…” She licked her lips, leaving an expectant silence.
“Come and get it, then, ” he said gruffly, trying to scoff, telling himself he was only seeing the extent she’d go to in this industrial espionage of hers, letting her demean herself when he had every intention of rejecting her.
But it didn’t happen that way.
She absorbed his command with a small flinch, then lifted her chin as though gathering her courage. As she stepped up to him her hands opened on his ribcage in a feathery tickle that made his entire body jerk in reaction. She was tall enough that when she lifted onto her tiptoes her mouth reached his.
She pressed pillowy lips to his. He told himself to shove her back and tell her—
The rocking of her mouth beneath his parted his lips. He closed his arms around her, pulled her into him with a strength he barely remembered to temper, and slanted his mouth to take full possession of hers.
She opened to him, arched and pressed into him and moaned capitulation.
Rational thought evaporated in a groan of craving.
Canadian DANI COLLINS knew in high school that she wanted to write romance for a living. Twenty-five years later, after marrying her high school sweetheart, having two kids with him, working several generic office jobs and submitting countless manuscripts, she got ‘The Call’. Her first Mills & Boon® Modern™ Romance won the Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best First In Series from RT Book Reviews. She now works in her own office, writing romance.
Vows of
Revenge
Dani Collins
MILLS & BOON
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Contents
SURROUNDED BY OLD money and cold-blooded cynicism for the first part of her life, Melodie Parnell wasn’t half as ingenuous as she looked. In fact, she actively tried to give off an air of sophistication by straightening her curly brown hair into a shiny curtain, adding a flick of liquid liner to downplay her round blue eyes and painting a bold red lipstick over her plump, pink lips. Her clothing choices were classic business style: a pencil skirt, a sweater set and her mother’s pearls.
At the same time, she privately offered people the benefit of the doubt. She believed the best whenever possible and always sought the brightest side of every situation.
That attitude had earned her nothing but contempt from her half brother and more than once resulted in a sting from social climbers and gold diggers trying to get closer to the men in her family. Being softhearted had definitely been her mother’s downfall. But, Melodie often assured herself,