Rescued by the Brooding Tycoon / Fixed Up with Mr. Right?: Rescued by the Brooding Tycoon / Fixed Up with Mr. Right?

Rescued by the Brooding Tycoon / Fixed Up with Mr. Right?: Rescued by the Brooding Tycoon / Fixed Up with Mr. Right?
Marie Ferrarella

Lucy Gordon

Rescued by the Brooding Tycoon Widow Harriet is content with her life – she doesn’t need some upstart tycoon ruining it all! Yet, saving Darius from a capsized boat, she recognises that there’s more beneath his brooding surface… Can he make her see that she might need rescuing too? Fixed Up with Mr Right? After lawyer Kate’s prince turned into a frog, work became her top priority. She didn’t want a new relationship – especially not with a client. Then Jackson strode into her life and with a sexy smile made her reconsider all her plans…

Rescued

by the Brooding

Tycoon

Lucy Gordon

Fixed Up

with Mr Right?

Marie Ferrarella

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Rescued

by the Brooding

Tycoon

Lucy Gordon

Dear Reader,

Years ago “family” suggested a gathering of relatives living in or near the same place, certainly the same country. But as travel speeded up, the world grew smaller, and a family could be spread over a great distance.

This has been useful to Amos Falcon, a man who believes in doing what suits himself. Starting poor, he’s pursued his dream of wealth through many counties, fathering sons wherever he goes: England, America, France and Russia.

In his eyes they are all his property. With a great fortune to distribute in his will, he’s studied them, wanting to see in each one a reflection of himself.

In a sense he’s right. They all have their father’s determination, skill, money-making ability, and, when necessary, ruthlessness. But they also have qualities their father lacks. Some are gentle, generous, some have charm, and all of them are waiting for the woman who can bring out their true nature.

Darius, the eldest, seems most like his forbidding father, but his startling encounter with Harriet, an impudent young woman, turns his world upside down. Unlike most people she isn’t afraid of him, and when she saves his life it’s the harbinger of another rescue—when she will save his heart and soul, and keep him safe for ever.

On their wedding day Darius’ brothers gather, knowing that if they too are lucky the same day will dawn for them. Their stories have yet to be told.

I don’t think I’ve ever liked one of my own heroines better than Harriet. Right to the end I was cheering her on, hoping that Darius would turn out to be good enough for her. But she thinks he is, and that’s what really matters.

Lucy

About the Author

LUCY GORDON cut her writing teeth on magazine journalism, interviewing many of the world’s most interesting men, including Warren Beatty, Charlton Heston and Sir Roger Moore. She also camped out with lions in Africa and had many other unusual experiences which have often provided the background for her books. Several years ago, while staying Venice, she met a Venetian who proposed in two days. They have been married ever since. Naturally this has affected her writing, where romantic Italian men tend to feature strongly.

Two of her books have won the Romance Writers of America RITA

award.

You can visit her website at www.lucy-gordon.com

I should like to dedicate this book to the Royal National

Lifeboat Institution, without whose help my heroine

could never have been as spunky as she is.

CHAPTER ONE

IT WAS the burst of beauty that caught Darius unaware. He didn’t regard himself as a man vulnerable to beauty. Efficiency, ruthlessness, financial acumen, these things could be counted on.

He’d been driven to hire a helicopter on the English mainland and fly five miles across the sea to the little island of Herringdean. Since it was now his property, it made good sense to inspect it briefly on his way to an even more important meeting.

Good sense. Cling to that, since everything else had failed him.

But the sudden vision of sunlit sea, the waves glittering as they broke against the sand, stunned him and made him press closer to the window.

‘Go lower,’ he commanded, and watched as the helicopter descended, sweeping along the coast of Herringdean Island. From here he could study the place with a critical eye.

Or so he believed. But there was no criticism in the glance he turned on the lush green cliffs, the golden beaches; only astonished pleasure.

The cliffs were sinking until they were only a few feet higher than the beach. He could see a large house that must once have been elegant, but was now fast falling into disrepair. In front of it stretched a garden leading to a plain lawn, close to the sand.

In the far distance were buildings that must be Ellarick, the largest town on the island: population twenty thousand.

‘Land here,’ he said, ‘on that lawn.’

‘I thought you wanted to fly over the town,’ the pilot protested.

But suddenly he yearned to avoid towns, cars, crowds. The beach seemed to call to him. It was an unfamiliar sensation for a man who wasn’t normally impulsive. In the financial world impulsiveness could be dangerous, yet now he yielded with pleasure to the need to explore below.

‘Go lower,’ he repeated urgently.

Slowly the machine sank onto the lawn. Darius leapt out, a lithe figure whose fitness and agility belied the deskbound businessman he usually was, and hurried down to the beach. The sand was slightly damp, but smooth and hard, presenting little threat to his expensive appearance.

That appearance had been carefully calculated to inform the world that here was a successful man who could afford to pay top prices for his clothes. A few grains of sand might linger on his handmade shoes but they could be easily brushed off, and it was a small price to pay for what the beach offered him.

Peace.

After the devastating events that had buffeted him recently there was nothing more blessed than to stand here in the sunlight, throw his head back, close his eyes, feel the soft breeze on his face, and relish the silence.

So many years spent fighting, conspiring, manoeuvring, while all the time this simple perfection had been waiting, and he hadn’t realised.