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The Sicilian's Surprise Wife (Society Weddings) Kindle Edition
Billionaire Stefan Bianco is a man with one thing on his mind. Revenge. But the last person he expects to see hanging on the arm of his nemesis is the stunning Clio Norwood—the only woman to ever resist his near-lethal brand of seduction. Now she’s the key to his vengeance . . .
Clio is back in Stefan’s high-society world reluctantly. It represents everything she’s tried to gain her freedom from. But Stefan’s searing gaze is all it takes to bring back the fiery, passionate woman he once knew her as. Stefan has the key to her freedom . . . but only if he agrees to her shocking proposal that she become his wife!
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherHarlequin Presents
- Publication dateJune 1, 2015
- File size2227 KB
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I was delighted that Clio did get a backbone and the book got a lot more exciting and the plot got more edgy :) it turned out to be a great book. - Tara, Mills and Boon site Reviewer
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Because when he dipped his head and touched her lips, Clio felt her own walls tremble and quake, her skin burn with need and fire, felt the shudder that racked his wide, solid frame.
His lips were rough and soft, his jaw bristly against her skin, and his thick eyelashes not hiding his shocked expression for once.
"Cristo, bella," he whispered, touching his forehead to hers.
His nose rubbed against hers, a strange intimacy growing around them.
"Stefan," she begged, desperate to flee, but yearning to feel that rough mouth against hers again. Desperate to be touched again, desperate to feel his muscles tense. "Don't do this."
His fingers crawling over her nape and into her hair, his gaze was almost angry. "I can't stop, Clio. Not now."
He slanted his mouth over hers and dragged it across.
Fiery need burst across the seam of her lips and Clio shuddered all over.
With a curse that resounded in the air, Stefan tightened his grip until her scalp prickled. Buried his nose in the crook of her neck and breathed.
"You smell like sunshine and oranges, bella. Dios, you taste like..."
Clio didn't know what else he said. All the fight left her as he found her mouth again and devoured it with little bites and nips. Stroked and tasted her lips as if she was a feast to be savored.
Kissed her as if there was nothing else he wanted to do, as if nothing but her total surrender would do.
And Clio surrendered. To him and even more, to the desire inside her, both freeing and binding.
Their bodies fused to each other as they crossed a line they shouldn't have. A kiss they could never undo because it already engulfed them.
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Clutching her wrap tight in her fingers, Clio Norwood looked around for her fiancé, Jackson.
Ashley, his secretary, who had arrived unannounced and interrupted their meeting with a client Jackson was determined to add to his cap, was nowhere to be seen either. Something distasteful hovered in the back of Clio's mind, as if waiting to strike.
With the small get-together of the ultrarich in full swing atop the Empire State Building, Manhattan glittered around them.
Usually, the vibrant, unrelenting pulse of the city that had become home to Clio over the past decade filled her with unending spirit for life. It had kept her going even when she had been struggling after graduation from Columbia University. And had helped her swallow her failures and her naive, broken expectations of making it by herself in the city that never slept.
But tonight, even New York couldn't puncture the bubble of dread that had begun to pervade her of late.
Jackson had returned last night after three weeks from an overseas trip and had been in a stinker of a mood as he liked to call it, because he had missed out on some real estate deal.
They had barely exchanged a word all day today as she had been at work. When she had returned to the posh flat they had been living in for the past year, he had commanded her to get ready for this party tonight.
Commanded and not asked, much less requested. A pattern that was becoming more and more obvious to Clio. Still, she knew the stress of his business, understood the driving need to make one's mark in the world, so she had given in.
Even if she was still bone tired from the out-of-season flu she had had a week ago.
Tonight, Jackson needed her help to convince Mrs. Al-cott, an old friend of her parents', to hire him as her personal investment banker. With her estates in Britain and substantial family business, Jane Alcott would be a coup for Jackson's already flourishing career.
But they hadn't even greeted Jane properly before Ashley had approached Jackson with a desperate glint in her eye.
Loath to create a scene, Clio had clenched her teeth and smiled serenely even as she saw the curious looks and stifled whispers among Jackson's clients' wives and girlfriends. Even the utter kindness of Jane's question if everything was all right between Jackson and her had been unbearable.
What was going on with him? What was going on between them?
Because Clio knew with a nauseating clarity that Ashley was just the tip of the iceberg for what was going on between her and Jackson.
Suddenly, it felt blatantly scandalous of Ashley to drag him away with a barely disguised proprietary claim on him.
Squaring her shoulders, Clio let her long stride eat up the space. She hated creating a scene, hated the pitying and speculative glances that had been coming her way far too frequently the past few months, but she had endured it all silently.
Tonight, she had had enough. She stilled as a tall, commanding figure came into her focus.
Clio blinked, the impact of those jade green eyes and generous but scornful mouth instantaneous.
Stefan Bianco.
Her first instinct was to head for the elevator before he could see her, leave the party. Even her parents, with their disapprovingly stifling silence, would have been welcome. She didn't want the man she had known a long time ago, one of her oldest friends, to see her tonight.
Stefan, Christian, Rocco and Zayed made up the Columbia Fourthe four young men she had known when they had all been at university together, who had turned into supersuccessful, ultrawealthy, sought-after bachelors for whom the world was a playground and its most beautiful women were playthings.
But before they had all become successful in their own right, she had known them, had seen them every day for four years, and had shared her deepest fears and hopes with them.
And the fact that she wanted to run away from one of the few people who had genuinely known her, had understood her, left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Was she that much of a failure, then? Was she running away from Stefan or was she running away from what she had become?
Stefan Bianco looked around at the glittering cityscape of Manhattan and gritted his jaw tight.
The vibrant pulse of it, the memories from almost a decade ago everywhere he looked, his own sheer naïveté when he had studied at Columbia with his other three friendsthe memories rose up around him like a specter that wouldn't let him breathe easy even for a few minutes.
And yet, as the head of a multimillion luxury real estate company, New York was unavoidable even though he tried to reduce the number of times he came here.
But this time, he had a reason for being at this exact party, on top of the Empire State Building.
It was high time he found a way to stop Jackson Smith.
The memory of his executive assistant Marco's whitened face as he lay against the hospital bed after his suicide attempt, Marco's five-year-old daughter's chubby face wreathed in confusion as she asked Stefan about what had happened to her papa
The powerlessness he had felt was like acid in his stomach.
Jackson had swindled Marco out of his savings, pushed him to bankruptcy, until his assistant had lost everything, had seen no way out.
The eviscerating self-doubt, the sense of being an utter failure, of letting down everyone that had counted on himlooking into Marco's eyes had been like looking at his own reflection of a few years ago.
Guilt corroded his insides. If only he had found a way to stop Jackson years ago when he had swindled Stefan himself.
It had been the worst time of his lifeSerena's betrayal, his guilt driving him to not return to his parents in Sicily and the around-the-clock hours he had worked to secure a deal
He had lost the little he had made because of Jackson's treachery. He would have been in Marco's place if it hadn't been for his friends Rocco, Christian and Zayed anchoring him, if he hadn't already been woken up to the reality of life by Serena, the woman who had professed to love him.
This time Jackson needed to be stopped, whatever it took.
As though Stefan thinking Jackson's name invoked the very devil himself, the American laughed in a group not two feet from where Stefan stood.
A short blonde, dressed in jeans and a tight T-shirt, dragged Jackson away, interrupting the conversation. His craggy face tight with tension, Jackson leaned toward another woman in the group, a tall redhead, and whispered something.
An apology, Stefan assumed. That didn't quite work, given the way the woman flinched and turned her head away. More curious than ever, Stefan looked on as the woman's bare shoulders stiffened, bones jutting out of her shoulders.
Everything about her posture screamed tension and something more. Jackson let himself be dragged away even as the tall woman stood ramrod straight, her head held high and so perfectly still that Stefan wondered if she would break if someone blew a wisp of breath her way.
Her face wreathed in shadows, there was a quiet dignity to her. And then he noticed her hair. Even tucked away from that angular face and scrunched tight into an elaborate knot, that red hair was as unmistakable as the narrow, upturned nose and stubborn tilt of the chin.
That face would be perfectly oval and her eyes green, like glittering emeralds. When she smiled, one corner of her mouth turned upward in a crooked slant.
Clio Norwood, the one woman he had never tamed.
Every cell inside him went on high alert, as if he had been infused with a charge of live current. What the hell was Clio doing with Jackson Smith?
There had been intimacy in the way Jackson had bent closer to her and whispered something, in the way his open palm had caressed her bare arm.
Yet Stefan could feel the tension in her as the silence of the group reverberated against her. Saw the speculative and intrusively hungry glances cast her way. Noted the way she retreated into herself as an older woman inquired something.
And knowing Jackson and his perfidious ways, a thousand kinds of thoughts swarmed in on Stefan.
Anything even remotely connected to Jackson, Stefan didn't touch with a pole. Yet, he found himself moving toward her, his gaze savoring the sight of her. Inch by glorious inch, light bathed that long neck and her face.
He stilled, supremely aware of the insistent beat of his own pulse, of the heightened charge of his own breath.
Clio was just as utterly gorgeous as she had always been, if a little too thin.
His mind cast back to over a decade ago, to his university days with Rocco, Christian and Zayedwho'd become more brothers than friendsto the unparalleled enthusiasm of learning the world and knowing that it could be at their feet, to the glory of discovering women and the pull they held for them, and to Clio Norwoodthe woman who had known the Columbia Four as well as they had known each other.
Every inch an aristocrat she no longer wanted to be and used to privileged playboys just like them, she had often laughed at their exploits, seeing their escapades with other women with a decidedly amused resignation and distance. She'd rejected his come-ons that first year, as easily as she had shrugged away the elaborate wealth and standing she had been born into.
Of all the men on the planet, the last man he would have envisioned Clio to be with was Jackson Smith.
In no mood to get into a sparring match with Jackson again, especially when his patience was already dangerously low, Stefan waited. Minutes piled on top of each other. With a graceful tilt of her head, Clio excused herself from the group.
Ignoring the uncharacteristically frantic thrumming of his heart, Stefan cornered her in the next moment. "Ciao, Clio."
He wrapped his fingers over her arm to turn her and felt the shiver that went through her. Saw the bracing breath she took before she turned around. A flash of fear, feral and bright, danced in her green eyes.
Until she blinked, those long lashes hiding her expression.
When she looked up again, a flicker of warmth dawned in those green depths. "Stefan what a surprise I had no idea you were in New York."
That accent of hersit had always done strange things to his insides, swept over him with a mix of warmth and heated awareness. But her tone was reserved and artificial; it rattled him.
Granted, they hadn't seen each other in a while, but for four years, Clio had been a part of his lifean integral one and one he remembered without bitterness.
Placing his arm around her toward the railing, he trapped her, shielding her from the rest of the crowd.
"You would have known if you'd kept in touch, wouldn't you, bella?"
Tension thrummed in the tight set of her shoulders. "You barely ever set foot in New York whereas this is my home."
"True. But you didn't think it important to even attend Rocco's wedding. Does your new life not allow room for old friends, Clio?"
She didn't flinch as she had done with Jackson, but there was an infinitesimal withdrawal. That shadow of fear again.
Dio, what was her association with Jackson?
"I've always been here, Stefan." A remnant of the old Cliofull of adventure and plans for a new kind of lifeflashed in her gaze. "I'm not the one determined to wipe anything related to our life in New York from memory."
"Maybe I realized there wasn't anything of value left for me here in New York. It's not like Rocco, Christian or Zayed live here."
She didn't strike him down with words as she used to, only stared at him with those wide eyes and her mouth pinched. Why didn't she just put him in his place with a cutting remark as she had always done?
Where was this need to land a shot at her coming from?
And why? Just because she had some kind of association with Jackson Smith while she had rejected his cocky advances a lifetime ago?
He didn't need his male ego to be validated by her interest in him.
Women flocked to him with one interested glance from him and he took advantage of it. He liked sex, had a healthy libido and when he was done, he walked away from the woman whether she liked it or not.
He had no place or use for a woman in his life, except in his bed.
Yet he had barely spent two minutes with Clio and suddenly, he was more interested in her thoughts and her actions.
Her chest rose and fell with the calming breath she took, coating his skin with warmth. He saw the mask that fell into place covering up her obvious distress, saw years of breeding and good manners slide into place.
The very thing she had been determined to overcome about herself.
"It was good to see you, Stefan," she said evenly, with a perfectly bland smile. "But you'll have to excuse me. I have things to do."
He clasped her arm. "You didn't answer my question. Why didn't you come to Rocco's wedding?"
Distress marred her gaze, before she composed herself enough to hide it. Her green eyes were huge in her oval face, the pallor of her skin parchment white. "I've been busy with work. Not all of us have turned our dreams into such an amazing reality as you have done with your global real estate company."
"I started with nothing more than you did, Clio. I never took a penny from my parents after they disowned me."
"Christian told me. After Serena, you" She must have caught the blaze of anger in his gaze because she grimaced and continued, "After everything that happened in the last semester, you never looked back once.
"So stop blaming me alone for a friendship that didn't last. In the first couple of years, Christian kept me abreast of what was happening with you guys. After that, it was hard to miss your success with all four of you hitting young millionaires' lists left and right. But I'm not bitter enough to bemoan your success, Stefan."
"I'm asking now, bella. What happened to your dreams, Clio?"
"Reality happened, okay? I discovered how hard it is to actually make it in this world. So kudos to you for doing it." She took another calming breath. "Tell me about Rocco's wedding." It was obvious that she wanted to turn the conversation away from her life, but still, warmth spilled into her green eyes as she said Rocco's name. "It would have been something to see Rocco dance to the tunes of the woman he fell so hard for. Olivia Fitzgerald must be really special."
The wistfulness in her gaze before she looked around herself and covered it up tugged at his curiosity. "Olivia is definitely something, and Rocco is well and truly caught."
He noted the way her gaze kept going to the entrance to the terrace, the same revolving door that Jackson and the blonde had walked through. "It was only a plane ride away, Clio. If it's money for the plane ticket, you could have just asked one of us."
"I'm not destitute, Stefan," she said tiredly, as if she would do anything if he just left her alone. "After Christian paid my rent for a few months that one time, I managed fine."
Shock reverberated through Stefan.
Product details
- ASIN : B00R0HSEKE
- Publisher : Harlequin Presents; Original edition (June 1, 2015)
- Publication date : June 1, 2015
- Language : English
- File size : 2227 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Sticky notes : On Kindle Scribe
- Print length : 193 pages
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- #19,478 in Billionaire Romance
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Stefan Bianco finds more than one surprise when he finds Clio Norwood coming back into his life. First is the surprise agreement to a false engagement and then the angry exchange that leads her to become The Sicilian's Surprise Wife with just a week to plan the wedding. Between contracts, friends and family reunions the surprises keep coming as both main characters find they are still attracted to each other after knowing one another a decade earlier at Columbia and seeing each other for a reunion after so much time and life has kept them apart. The emotional connection that develops with the deep romance makes The Sicilian's Surprise Wife an excellent romance.
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