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An Unforgettable Man

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An Unforgettable Man
PENNY JORDAN

Penny Jordan needs no introduction as arguably the most recognisable name writing for Mills & Boon. We have celebrated her wonderful writing with a special collection, many of which for the first time in eBook format and all available right now.How would he make her pay?At sixteen, Courage Bingham had been innocent and unawakened, but her body had been passionately responsive when she felt strong, youthful hands caress her in the dark of her family's summerhouse. Shame and guilt had tormented her ever since, combined with an equally aching need for this unknown—unseen—stranger.Now, Courage worried that her senses were playing tricks on her. Gideon Reynolds, her harsh-featured, merciless new boss, could arouse her as only one other man ever had. Could they be one and the same? And, if they were, how would Gideon exact payment for her past deception?

His voice seemed to hold a distinct note of…anger.

Anger. The small elusive thread of recognition that had tugged at her memory before it suddenly became a thick cord of garroting strength, whipping tightly around her, paralyzing her vocal cords, making her shake with shock, the cold sweat of fear springing from her pores.

No. It was impossible. It just couldn’t be. She was imagining things. That voice, Gideon’s voice was not….

She was still clutching the receiver, even though the line had gone dead. She was com pletely alone in the empty room, only the echo of Gideon’s voice to remind her…. Just as, all those years ago, she had also only been left with the echo of a bitterly angry and contemptuous male voice….

PENNY JORDAN

was constantly in trouble in school because of her inability to stop daydreaming—especially during French lessons. In her teens, she was an avid romance reader, although it didn’t occur to her to try writing one herself until she was older. “My first half-dozen attempts ended up ingloriously,” she remembers, “but I persevered, and one manuscript was finished.” She plucked up the courage to send it to a publisher, convinced her book would be rejected. It wasn’t, and the rest is history! Penny is married and lives in Cheshire.

Penny Jordan’s striking mainstream novel Power Play quickly became a New York Times bestseller. She followed that success with Silver, The Hidden Years, Lingering Shadows, For Better For Worse and Cruel Legacy.

“Women everywhere will find pieces of themselves in Jordan’s characters.”

—Publishers Weekly on For Better For Worse

Don’t miss Penny’s latest blockbuster, Power Games, available mid-1996.

An Unforgettable Man

Penny Jordan

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

Table of Contents

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Excerpt (#uce91c1c7-1e4c-5f5f-af55-b1de9a090d2a)

About the Author (#u45e71529-8e7d-5d2f-8459-44070e6cd64c)

Title Page (#u4effcb5d-39d9-5821-8481-f8e716d71a26)

CHAPTER ONE (#uc1a71f82-7275-5178-98d1-b177cc89b362)

CHAPTER TWO (#u7df23daa-663d-58f2-aa1d-7f9be25fcfe4)

CHAPTER THREE (#u9267bea5-c850-5671-a8bb-e6dd570a0eea)

CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_aa57207c-2e22-5010-9b9a-3a02aa5cdb5b)

COURAGE just managed to stop herself making the betrayingly nervous gesture of smoothing down the skirt of her suit—a copy of a Chanel design she had had made up in Hong Kong for a tenth of the cost of the original—not that there was anyone else in the room to witness any potential breach in her composure. She was, it seemed, the final candidate to be interviewed for the post of household comptroller to the millionaire businessman Gideon Reynolds.

In normal circumstances she would not have been anything like this nervous; she had faced far stiffer interviews than this one in her career. But she had never wanted a job—any job—as desperately as she did this one. And it made no difference reminding herself that she was qualified for it—too well-qualified in many ways. The talents and training of an award-winning management executive of a chain of prestige European conference-centre hotels did not transfer very well to the job opportunities of a sleepy Dorset market town.

She had spent the last week working part-time stacking the shelves at a local supermarket and very glad of the money she had earned there she had been, as well.

The trouble was that the hotel trade, even at her relatively high level, did not pay particularly well. In the past that had not mattered; in the past her love of her work and the perks that went with it—free travel, the opportunity to meet new people, rent-free accommodation—had more than compensated for her smallish salary, but then in the past she had not had to worry about supporting anyone other than herself. In the past she had not had hanging over her the fact that her darling, beloved grandmother was soon going to be desperately in need of her help, not just financially but potentially physically as well.

Her employers had been very understanding, allowing her to terminate her employment with them without any notice—trust Gran not to let her know what was going on, not to want to worry her. It had been her GP—an old family friend—who had got in touch with Courage privately. Not even Gran knew the real extent of the damage to her heart and the frailty of her health.

‘But there must be something you can do,’ Courage had frantically protested to her grandmother’s doctor, her body taut with shock and fear.

‘Yes. We can operate to replace the damaged tissue, but the waiting-list for that kind of operation is at least two years. Your grandmother is a very strong woman, but she is in her sixties. Her condition is extremely severe, and another two years…’

Courage bit her lip. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing her gran—or of seeing her in pain, suffering… Not Gran, who had always been so full of energy and optimism, who had been the steadfast rock of her own life, holding her close and safe, giving her the gift of self-worth, of knowing how much she was loved at a time when…

‘What do you mean you’ve come home?’ her grand-mother had demanded when she had arrived unannounced. ‘What about your work—your career?’

‘Oh, that’s all right,’ Courage had fibbed breezily, fingers crossed behind her back. ‘I had quite a bit of leave owing to me, and to be honest with you, Gran, I was already thinking about taking a break, giving myself some thinking time to evaluate where I’m going and what I want. The company have offered me the job of running their new Hong Kong conference centre and…’

‘And what?’ Her grandmother had demanded fiercely. ‘It’s the opportunity you’ve always wanted, what you’ve worked for…’

‘In some ways,’ Courage had agreed. ‘And had it been anywhere else but Hong Kong they were posting me to… After all, none of us are really sure what’s going to happen when the colony is handed back to the Chinese.’

‘So what exactly are you saying—that you turned them down?

Courage had seen the suspicion in her grandmother’s eyes, and knowing her pride, the same pride which she herself had inherited, she had broken one of her strongest rules and fibbed a second time.

‘I haven’t totally ruled it out. The company has given me three months to think it over.’

‘Three months… But the longest you’ve ever been able to come home for before has been a couple of weeks.’

‘Which is why I’ve got so much leave owing to me,’ Courage had told her.
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