The Spanish Billionaire's Mistress
"COME here — come closer so we can see you," the male voice commanded.
Cursing softly under her breath, Zoë Chapman slithered down to the ground and straightened up. Uncomfortable but invisible, or so she'd thought, she had been wedged into a smooth crevice between two giant rocks, discreetly observing the activity around the campfire.
She had located the flamenco camp and chosen her hiding place before anyone arrived. Her unique and popular cookery shows depended upon the co-operation of special interest groups, but the fact that she worked on a TV programme didn't make her welcome everywhere. She had wanted to observe the dancing before she introduced herself, just to make sure it was as good as was rumoured in the village.
The man speaking now had arrived shortly after she had. Back turned, he had stood gazing out across the valley. She had seen nothing more than an aggressively tall male figure, a shock of inky black hair and a wide sweep of shoulders — in fact, everything she had vowed to avoid since gaining her freedom.
As more people had joined him, she'd realised he was the leader ... read full excerpt from The Spanish Billionaire's Mistress ebook
