The Mediterranean Husband
FROM his post on the roof, Demetrio had a clear view of the chauffeur-driven car as it eased its way to a stop under the portico of the villa next door. Sleek and powerful, the Mercedes reflected the woman who owned it.
Barbara Wade was a legend in the world of international business—a freak, according to some. Nearing sixty, she'd broken with tradition early, aspiring to become more than a diamond-draped accessory content to take a backseat to her successful husband—or, in Signora Wade's case, husbands. From what he'd gathered through Forbes Magazine, Fortune 500 and similar publications, she'd frightened off the first two, and left the third in his grave.
That morning, though, it was not Barbara Wade who stepped out of the car, but a woman barely out of girlhood. Leggy and elegantly thin, with porcelain skin and br ... read full excerpt from The Mediterranean Husband ebook