Unchained Destinies

Unchained Destinies
SARA WOOD

DESTINY"I know your game and refuse to play it - in fact, you're going to play mine." Mariann loved a challenge, but it seemed that no amount of quick thinking and fast talking could outwit ruthless publisher Vigado G bor. His laser-sharp instincts made him a formidable opponent - and he knew that Mariann's reasons for being in Budapest weren't quite what they seemed.Mariann couldn't allow herself to become intoxicated by Vigado's raw sexuality and brooding charisma. But Vigado played to win, and demanded nothing less than total surrender. How could Mariann resist?DESTINY A captivating trilogy from Sara Wood. Tanya, Mariann and Suzanne - three sister - they each have a date with DESTINY

Table of Contents

Cover Page (#u975e2b3e-cdff-5c4b-a888-782328dd0fdc)

Excerpt (#uf043f772-12a5-53ba-b727-2d4721def0e2)

DESTINY (#u8503901f-1541-5864-bb11-6a3f271b0e46)

Title Page (#udfd8544e-32f4-5198-80dd-1969a30018db)

CHAPTER ONE (#u7aefda30-f88a-57e4-9e07-51e04f2b4a10)

CHAPTER TWO (#u2cca542b-c0d4-5c9b-bd57-249caa44aecc)

CHAPTER THREE (#uf6f4fef2-c30f-50ce-a89f-e70749073a21)

CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

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“You don’t play fair.”

“No,” Vigadó agreed softly. “I never do. Because I always have to win.”

And he kissed her.

For a moment Mariann clung to his warmth and then pushed away, her eyes dark with confusion. “You’re an accomplished lover, I’m sure,” she said unsteadily. “But sex and lust have nothing to do with hearts and souls.”

“So spend the night with me and teach me all about love,” Vigadó challenged mockingly.

DESTINY awaits us all, and for Tanya, Mariann and Suzanne Evans—all roads lead east to the mysteries of Hungary.

Tangled Destinies

As Tanya arrives in Hungary for her younger brother’s wedding, her older brother, István, lies in wait after four years. He’s the only man she’s ever loved—and he’s hurt her. But what he has to tell her will change the course of her life forever.

Unchained Destinies

Editor Mariann Evans is on a publishing mission in Budapest. But instead of duping rival publisher Vigadó Gábor, she is destined to fall into his arms.

Threads of Destiny

Suzanne Evans’ attendance at the double wedding of her sister Tanya and her brother, John, presents a fateful meeting with mysterious gate-crasher Lásló Huszár. He’s the true heir to a family fortune and he has a young family of his own. He is about to make sure that his complex family history is inextricably linked with hers, as all the elements of this compelling trilogy are woven together.

A Note to the Reader:

This novel is the second part of a trilogy. Each novel is independent and can be read on its own. It is the author’s suggestion, however, that they be read in the order written.

Unchained Destinies

Sara Wood

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

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_12c37cb6-1de4-53bf-8d81-33cb4ac112e5)

‘BULLSEYE!’

Mariann paused in the doorway of her new boss’s office, taken aback by his cry of triumph. Oh, good! she thought. He’s a bit zany! She saw he’d been playing darts—a healthy sign, she reckoned, in a man she’d judged to be under stress.

But when he turned there was a startling malevolence in his expression and she took the dart he thrust towards her with a wary concern. Ordinary bosses were difficult enough; she wasn’t too keen to play games with a maniacal one! What was his hang-up?

‘I’ll pass on the darts,’ she said pleasantly. ‘I came to—’

‘Throw it,’ he growled, jerking his head at the wall opposite.

Her sister Tanya had always said publishers were mad! Mariann stifled a giggle and balanced the dart between finger and thumb to humour him, turning her attention to the large photograph which had been skewered to the noticeboard by three other darts.

For a moment her hand wavered. Staring back at her was a man who seemed to burn holes in her. ‘At him? Who is he?’ she murmured in awe.

‘You must know Vigadó Gabór!’

Now she understood! Like many other publishers, Lionel had suffered because of this man. For several seconds, Vigadó’s intense animal quality held her quite still. It was the eyes that mesmerised her, glowering out black and full of malevolence from under lowered brows, capturing her, drawing her to him as surely as if she were being tugged on a rope like a slave!

‘Extraordinary guy!’ she managed, quite unreasonably disturbed. How infuriating! Her self-respect, her female pride was ruffled. Men never had that effect on her.

‘You said it.’ Lionel sounded strangely pleased.

‘Where’s his nice toothy smile for the photographer?’ she asked wryly, and studied the rest of him. Wide shoulders. An expensively toned torso beneath that expensively tailored navy suit. Dark as the devil. And a scar that slashed into an inch or so of his Slavonic cheekbones, lending him a disquieteningly exciting air of wickedness. ‘Wow! How did he get that?’ she murmured.

‘Duelling, they say.’ Her boss seemed to be watching her reaction like a hawk.

She laughed in disbelief. Too romantics ‘Oh, yes?’