Summer Temptation: Waking Up In The Wrong Bed / Once a Rebel... / The Devil and the Deep

Summer Temptation: Waking Up In The Wrong Bed / Once a Rebel... / The Devil and the Deep
Nikki Logan

Natalie Anderson

Amy Andrews

In the Summertime, the living is easy…Waking Up In The Wrong BedWhen film location scout Ellie Summers sneaks into a colleague’s hotel room with seduction in mind, she’s thrilled by her own daring! But the happy morning-after glow morphs into red-faced embarrassment when she wakes in the arms of a total stranger!Once a Rebel…Hayden Tennant made a quick fortune, blew it all on women and drink, and then dropped off the radar. Tracking the elusive bad-boy down is the easy part for Shirley Marr. Getting him back on track is a challenge. And making sure not to fall back in love with him… That’s impossible!The Devil and the DeepAuthor Stella Mills’s swashbuckling debut romance was a mega-hit and the world is crying out for a sequel. Problem is, her sexy-as-sin hero was based on childhood friend Rick Granville! But perhaps spending weeks on rugged adventurer Rick’s luxury yacht will be just the thing to trigger her imagination…

Surrender to the irresistible …

Summer Temptation

Start your summer with three sinful

romances from Natalie Anderson,

Nikki Logan and Amy Andrews!

Summer Temptation

Waking Up in the

Wrong Bed

Natalie Anderson

Once A Rebel…

Nikki Logan

The Devil

and the Deep

Amy Andrews

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

Waking Up in the Wrong Bed

Possibly the only librarian who got told off herself for talking too much, NATALIE ANDERSON decided writing books might be more fun than shelving them—and, boy, is it that! Especially writing romance—it’s the realisation of a lifetime dream, kick-started by many an afternoon spent devouring Grandma’s romances … She lives in New Zealand, with her husband and four gorgeous-but-exhausting children. Swing by her website, www.natalie-anderson.com (http://www.natalie-anderson.com), any time—she’d love to hear from you.

For June—thank you for giving us such a great port in our ground-shuddering storm.

Contents

CHAPTER ONE (#ue9a83366-bcb7-5298-bb17-e8f103820f17)

CHAPTER TWO (#u6251bdd4-649a-577c-8aa3-3e35ba82c732)

CHAPTER THREE (#u559fd27a-28b7-5202-bbc0-91071e2f64c5)

CHAPTER FOUR (#u98d11a01-d025-5894-82ed-e613f2d65477)

CHAPTER FIVE (#uaf46370c-8a0f-592f-9f00-82d2c815242d)

CHAPTER SIX (#u2c76ad8d-61d8-5450-b991-ace1fc264700)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#u5d889d49-400e-5096-b3e3-791fa4ddf3f7)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#u32d73769-491c-5c20-a6f1-44577916346e)

CHAPTER NINE (#u3b67b03c-903f-55e5-a7df-a3f1b054ec49)

CHAPTER TEN (#u98fc0abf-863e-5e82-b69d-839ba372f9a9)

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#u41fab01d-4757-5bdb-9655-1918fdc3746f)

CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

EXTRACT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ONE

SOME wicked time beyond midnight, Ellie darted along the hallways of the luxury lodge in an almost sheer slip. The plush carpet absorbed the rapid beat of her bare feet. The puff of air-conditioning didn’t cool the mad heat blushing her skin. She was on an indulgence mission and, imprisoned by hedonistic—champagne-riddled—impulse, sanity didn’t stand a chance.

She danced down the stairs to the next level, to where she knew he was sleeping. She counted the doors—one, two, three—and opened the next.

But his bedroom was empty. The dim light of an almost moonless night invaded through open curtains, revealing no body-sized lump in the bed. In fact it was so smooth it looked like a perfectly iced cake.

Disappointment dashed her spirits—because she wasn’t hungry for cake. She was starving for something way more meaty than that. She’d gone fun-free for too long. So, inspired by the fabulosity of the location, she’d decided to hell with it and to take what he’d been offering for weeks. Until now she’d parried his flirtatious invites, unsure of his integrity. But here, in this most seductive location, what did anything matter but the moment? And this moment she wanted to enjoy some male, physical, attention. In a place as beautiful as this, surely fantasy could come true?

Yes. Having finally got the courage, she wasn’t going to let fate confound her. Reckless joie de vivre bubbled again and she slipped back out to the hall. Maybe she’d counted wrong, or had the wrong side of the corridor? She pivoted one eighty and counted again. One, two three. Carefully she turned the handle of the fourth door.

Occupied.

Her over-wired senses instantly assimilated the signs—warmth, gentle, regular breathing, a light spiced scent. She quietly closed the door behind her. A couple of steps in she nearly stumbled over the shoe. The size said it all—a man’s boot. This was the one, then.

The ten-inch gap in the curtains let in what light that waning moon threw. A gap that wide had to be deliberate—he must like to see the sun, moon and stars too. Smiling, she blinked to adjust her vision. Then, yes, in the wonderfully huge bed, she could just make out his laid-back shape, right in the centre. His dark hair contrasted against the white pillow, his face turned away from her. Then cloud crossed the moon, dulling the room to nothing but shades of black.

But she crept forward, heated inside and out.

‘Hey,’ she whispered. ‘Are you asleep?’

Dumb question when she could hear the regularity of that breathing for herself.

‘Hey,’ she murmured again as she stretched across the bed, her hand out to touch...skin.