This really wasnât a good idea,Alessandro warned himself. Shewasnât his typeâand anyway, herrole in his life was only going to betemporary. But what harm couldit really do? In fact it could onlyadd authenticity to their roles.
Alessandro was going to touch her, kiss herâ do something more than that, perhaps.
âYou said you didnât want me,â Leonora reminded him as he reached for her and drew her towards him with one lazy movement of his arm.
âYou said you didnât want me,â he taunted her, rubbing his nose erotically against her own in a way that sent a jolt with the power of a dozen jet engines surging through her body. His words were a whisper as soft as morning clouds against her lips as he added meaningfully, âAnd you lied.â
THE LEOPARDI BROTHERS
Sicilian by name⦠Scandalous, scorching and seductive by nature!
Three darkly handsome Leopardi men believe it is their duty to hunt down their missing heirâ as Sicilians, as sons, as brothers!
âWe must none of us repeat our fatherâs mistakes. His bitterness and resentment mark him like a physical brand.â âHe has accepted now that Antonio did not father a child?â âReluctantly. I have looked into every relationship Antonio had, even those lasting no more than a matter of hours, and the facts prove beyond any doubt that there is no child.â
While Falcon halts the search, Alessandro has other distractionsâ¦ones more worthy of the fiery Sicilian blood running through his veins!
Look out for the final story in this
fabulous new trilogy from Penny Jordan!
THE SICILIANâS BABY BARGAIN in August
Penny Jordan has been writing for more than twenty years and has an outstanding record: over 170 novels published, including the phenomenally successful A PERFECT FAMILY, TO LOVE, HONOUR AND BETRAY, THE PERFECT SINNER and POWER PLAY, which hit the Sunday Times and New York Times bestseller lists. Penny Jordan was born in Preston, Lancashire, and now lives in rural Cheshire.
Recent titles by the same author:
CAPTIVE AT THE SICILIAN BILLIONAIREâS
COMMAND (The Leopardi Brothers)
TAKEN BY THE SHEIKH
THE SHEIKHâS BLACKMAILED MISTRESS VIRGIN FOR THE BILLIONAIREâS TAKING
CHAPTER ONE
THE bed on which they both lay naked was high, draped with richly sensuous silk fabric. But its touch against her flesh was nowhere near as sensuously erotic as his touch, nor could the whisper of the fabricâs kiss compare with the fierce passion of his kiss.
His face was in the shadows, but she knew its features by heartâfrom the burning intensity of his dark eyes through the arrogance of his profile to the explicit sensuality of his mouth. Excited pleasure curled and then kicked through her. Simply looking at him awoke and aroused the woman in her in a way and at a level that no other man ever could. Just as she was the only woman who was woman enough to truly complement him as a man. They were made for one another, a perfect match, and they both knew it. Only here, with him, could she truly be herself and let down her guard to share her longing and her love.
He made her ache for him in a thousandâno, a hundred thousand different ways, and the way his knowing smile lifted the corners of his mouth told her that he knew that her whole body shuddered in mute delight at the slow, deliberate stroke of his fingertips along the curve of her breast.
She sucked in her breath and closed her eyes. His stroking hand moved lower, over her quivering belly, and then lowerâ¦
Guiltily Leonora shook herself out of her daydream and warned herself that if she didnât start getting ready and stop wasting time she was going to be late.
What a fool she was. Her brothers would certainly think so. She could just imagine the hoots of derision with which they would have greeted her fantasyâand the secret of her own deeply sensual nature.
That was the trouble with growing up a girl sandwiched in the middle of two brothers. The three of them had been born so close together that Piers was only eighteen months older than her, and Leo a year younger. The fact that they had lost their mother so early, killed by a speeding driver as she was on her way to meet them from junior school, had naturally affected them allâincluding their father, an ex-professional sportsman who had retired from his sport to manage and then take over a sportswear manufacturing company. Their father had believed in fostering competition between his children as a way of preparing them for the adult world. He was also very much a stiff-upper-lip kind of man. After their motherâs death Leonora had felt she had to work even harder at being âone of the boysâ for her fatherâs sake, so that she wouldnât let the side down by crying like a girl.
Her father loved them all very much, but he was an old-fashioned manâs man, and he hadnât been very good at showing that love to a motherless daughter. Not that Leonora blamed him for anything. In fact she was fiercely defensive of both him and her brothers, and they were even as adults a close-knit family. But not so close knit that they hadnât welcomed their new stepmother when their father had remarried three years ago. But watching her father unbend and get in touch with his emotions under the gentle tutelage of his second wife had reinforced for Leonora how much she had lost with her mother.