Bedded For The Italian's Pleasure

Juliet wondered what it was like in the Caymans at this time of year. Pretty much like Barbados, she assumed. They were all islands in the Caribbean, weren't they? But she'd never been to the Caymans.

Still, whatever they were like, they had to be better than this gloomy employment agency, whose sickly green walls and wafer-thin carpet were a poor substitute for the comfort she was used to. Had been born to, she amended, fighting back the tears of self-pity that formed in her eyes. Beautiful violet eyes, her father used to call them. They reminded him of her mother, who'd died when she was just a baby. How long ago it all seemed.

One thing she knew, her father would never have allowed her to be duped by a man like David Hammond. But her father, too, had died of a brain tumour when Juliet was just nineteen and a year later David had seemed like a knight in shining armour.

If only she'd realised that his main interest in her was the trust fund her father had left her. That just a handful of years after their society wedding he'd take off with the woman he'd introduced to Juliet as his secretary. With her stupid indulgence, he'd taken charge of her trust fun ... read full excerpt from: Bedded for the Italian's Pleasure ebook