At The Spaniard's Convenience
KIRSTIE sat looking at the phone. She knew she had to make the call; she couldn't put it off any longer--she owed it to Becky. But it was the most difficult thing she had ever had to do. Fifteen years was a long time--almost sixteen actually. Would he even remember her?
She could remember Lucio Masterton as clearly as the day they had parted company. Black-haired, six feet four, disgustingly handsome, a powerful body--he'd played a lot of rugby in those days--and the most wicked sepia-coloured eyes she'd ever seen on a man. They could consume any member of the opposite sex with one glance, make her go weak at the knees and pray he'd take her to bed.
She had been the lucky one.
Or so she had thought!
It hadn't lasted. Lucio's sole interest in life had been becoming a millionaire. Bedding women came secondary. When she'd wanted to get serious he'd kicked her out of his life.
And now she needed to speak to him.
Now he was much more than a millionaire--he was a billionaire. A millionaire a million times over. The figures were incomprehensible.
But, to give him his due, his meteoric rise had been achieved by hard work an ... read full excerpt from At the Spaniard's Convenience ebook
