Master Of Pleasure
SASHA turned her head to look at her nine-year-old twin sons. They were playing on the beach like a pair of seal pups, wriggling and wrestling together, and jumping in and out of the waves that were washing gently onto the secluded Sardinian shoreline.
"Be careful, you two," she warned, adding to the older twin, "Sam, not so rough."
"We're playing bandits." He defended his boisterous tackling of his twin. Bandits had become their favourite game this summer, since Guiseppe, the brother of Maria who worked in the kitchen of the small boutique hotel that was part of the hotel chain owned by Sasha's late husband, had told them stories about the history of the island and its legendary bandits.
The boys had their father's night-dark hair, thick and silky, and olive-tinted skin. Only their eye colour was hers, she reflected ruefully, giving away their dual nationality—sea-coloured eyes that could change from blue to green depending on the light.
"Told you I'd get free." Nico laughed as he wriggled dexterously out of Sam's grip.
"Careful. Mind those rocks and that pool,'Sasha protested, as Sam brought Nico down onto the san ... read full excerpt from: Master of Pleasure ebook
