The Price Of His Redemption. Carol Marinelli
3babb4-93ca-5dbe-b81a-9e52af859f5b">
‘What are you thinking?’ Daniil asked.
‘I’m not going to tell you.’
He didn’t start slow, he just lowered his head—and Libby got the most thorough kissing of her life. His jaw was rough and delicious, but when she tried to kiss him back she was met by a refusal. This was his kiss to her, his mouth said.
His kiss had her hot, right there in the street. The only movement he allowed was for her hands to reach for his chest and slide over the cool fabric of his shirt. He let her experience a fraction of what being held by him felt like, then cruelly removed the pleasure.
‘Bed,’ Daniil said.
‘I don’t …’ Libby halted. What had she been about to say? That she didn’t want to?
Since the age of eight, dancing had come first. Which had meant self-discipline.
In everything.
How nice to stand here on the brink of making a decision based purely on now—on her own needs and wants right at this moment.
And she did want.
So she chose to say yes when the wisest choice might have been to decline.
‘Bed,’ Libby said, nodding.
Sexy, scandalous and impossible to resist!
Daniil, Sev, Roman and Nikolai have come a long way from the Russian orphanage they grew up in.
These days the four sexy tycoons dominate the world’s stage—and they are just as famed for their prowess between the sheets!
Untamed and untouched by emotion, can these ruthless men find women to redeem them?
You won’t want to miss these sizzling Russians in this sensational quartet from
USA TODAY bestselling author Carol Marinelli—
available only from Mills & Boon Modern Romance!
The Price of His Redemption December 2015
The Cost of the Forbidden January 2016
And watch for Roman and Nikolai’s stories …
coming soon!
The Price of His Redemption
Carol Marinelli
CAROL MARINELLI is a Taurus, with Taurus rising, yet she still thinks she’s a secret Gemini. Originally from England, she now lives in Australia and is a single mother of three. Apart from her children, writing romance and the friendships forged along the way are her passion. She chooses to believe in a happy-ever-after for all and strives for that in her writing.
Contents
‘HEY, SHISHKA.’
Daniil Zverev stiffened as he walked into the dormitory and heard what his friend Sev had just called him.
It would seem that shishka was now his new name.
Russian slang could hit just where it hurt, and tonight it did its job well.
Big gun.
Bigwig.
Big shot.
Daniil watched as Sev put down the book he had been reading.
‘We were just talking about how you’re going to go and live with the rich family in England, shishka.’
‘Don’t call me that again,’ Daniil warned, and picked up the book and held it over his head. He made to rip the pages out but, as Sev swallowed, Daniil tossed it back on the bed.
He wouldn’t have torn it—Sev only occasionally had a book to read—but Daniil hoped he would heed the warning.
‘Did you find any matches?’ Nikolai looked up from the wooden ship he was painstakingly building and Daniil went into his pocket and took out the handful that he had collected when he had done his sweeping duty.
‘Here.’
‘Thanks, shishka.’
Daniil would do it; he would smash Nikolai’s ship. His breathing was hard and angry as he stared down his friend.
The four boys were, in fact, far