THE AUSTRALIAN MILLIONAIRES SERIES
Affluent, Influential... Impossible to Resist
What woman wouldn't want to marry a tall, dark, handsome millionaire? A man who symbolizes the Silhouette Desire trademark of "always powerful, passionate and provocative"? How could a woman resist such a man?
My Australian Millionaires series has three such men matched with three gorgeous, feisty heroines. Put them in the perfect setting for love and let the setting work its magic. Think exotic and tropical... think balmy sun-filled days and mesmerizing sunsets... and long summer nights.
Darwin in the tropical north of Australia is such a setting.
An hour later as she and Brant strolled through the art gallery by themselves after they'd shared an afternoon tea of pineapple scones, finger sandwiches, and a delicious tropical fruit platter.
She turned to the painting and let her gaze wonder over the picture of their pioneer ancestors, losing herself in its sheer vibrancy and color. "I'd say it's because it personifies the Outback spirit. That it's possible to overcome any obstacle, no matter how big or daunting."
"So you like challenges?" he pounced.
She drew in a shaky breath. Always the predator. He just couldn't help himself. "Some challenges," she admitted.
"I like certain challenges too," he drawled, his eyes intense. "If somebody tells me I can't have something, then that's when I want it."
And he wanted her. He had no need to say it out loud. The wanting poured from him like a familiar scent.
From The Millionaire's Seductive Revenge:
He followed her to the railing, where she stood looking out over the spectacular sunset view of Mindil Beach and Darwin Harbor. It was glorious out here at any time of year, but during the beginning of the Wet Season - like now - he loved watching the incredible lightning displays that lit up the sky most nights.
Yet tonight the only thing he wanted to light up was the woman standing next to him. He turned to look at her. The evening sun reflected on the delicate contours of her face, giving her a special glow, making her look more beautiful.
"Do you have to look at me like that?" she said in a throaty voice, a blush creeping into her cheeks.
"Yes," he said huskily. Right now he didn't think he'd ever get enough of looking at her.
From The Tycoon's Blackmailed Mistress:
After the function, Flynn dropped his date off at her apartment, drove home to his mansion in Cullen Bay, then spent the early hours of the morning sitting on the balcony of his master bedroom. An electrical storm had raged during the evening while he'd been at the dinner, and now his lushly landscaped garden was beautifully moonlit
He'd realized one thing tonight. He'd rather spend an evening being antagonized by Danielle than being sweet talked by a bevy of beautiful women.
God, what was it about Danielle Ford he couldn't shake? As much as a part of him didn't want to see this woman who was far from an angel, he knew his body still hungered after her. It was a hunger that he wasn't about to appease, so why was he putting himself through this? He couldn't have her…shouldn't have her…but he'd tormented himself anyway.
As if mesmerized, Danielle watched as he stripped, then walked over to the pool, the garden lights having turned on automatically as dusk descended, the palm trees and ferns almost hugging him as he stepped onto the edge.
He stood there for a moment, looking down at the crystal-clear water, his tight black underpants leaving little to her imagination as the underwater lights reflected his superb physique, all sinew and muscle, giving him a commanding air of self-confidence.
He plunged into the water as he had plunged into her heart, surfaced, then began to swim up and down the pool with long, powerful strokes that sliced through the water as he sliced through life, determined to thrust through any obstacle in his way to get to where he wanted.
Or to what he wanted.
He wanted her.
From The Executive's Vengeful Seduction:
All at once she realized Damien's eyes were upon her. "Everything okay?" he asked, watching her with a light in his eyes that went beyond the sexual, as if he were trying to decipher her thoughts. It made her uncomfortable.
She nodded and turned away, looking out the small window at the blue sky surrounding them, then down at the unimaginable vastness below. They'd left the red dust of the Outback behind some time ago, and now she could see greenery beneath them, growing increasingly greener with each mile, and the closer they got to the coast.
Then time passed and not far in the distance, she could just catch sight of the ocean at the "Top End" of Australia. She sat there for ages absorbing it all, letting it wash over her. This was where she'd been born . . . where she'd grown up . . . been happy and sad . . . passionate and heartbroken.
"You're home," Damien said as the plane swept around over the ocean then banked toward the runway. Beneath them the city of Darwin glistened in the hot tropical sun.
A lump swelled in her throat and she had to blink rapidly. Damien was right, no matter how much she'd denied it to herself all these years. This was home. And home was where her heart was.
It always had been.
That evening, alone with Damien on his luxury yacht, Gabrielle ignored the man beside her and purposely focused her gaze on Darwin Harbor. In the remaining light, she watched as other boats sailed past them over the deep calm water, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses sometimes drifting through the air, early evening being all about relaxing and having fun.
Not for them, of course. She didn't want to be here. It was under duress and Damien knew it. So she wasn't feeling particularly friendly toward him right now.
Okay, so he'd looked handsome and virile as he'd motored the vessel out himself, then dropped anchor, the cream polo shirt enhancing his well-built body as he'd moved, the black trousers molding perfectly to his long legs.
She'd always loved looking at his profile, and he looked even more attractive this evening with the water reflecting on his face. There was something very potent about the picture he made, and she felt a tremor inside knowing she was now married to him.
Her husband.
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