‘In case you have forgotten, Franco, half of White Streak belongs to me-even if you are the one with the design and build genius.’ It was not the best frame of mind for him to be in control of the boat’s powerful throttle. He’d spent the last hour pacing the marquee, snapping at anyone who spoke to him, and now he was snapping at Franco. ‘If you don’t want me in the boat with you, Franco, then just damn well say so.’Īnd there was the reason why Franco had asked the question in the first place. ‘Are you sure you are up for this?’ he questioned, keeping his voice level and his eyes fixed on the monitor screen. The truth was he wasn’t worried so much by the racing conditions as he was by Marco’s determination to race with him today. ‘What do you think?’ Marco Clemente, his co-driver, came up beside him.įranco offered a shrug in response. The wind had picked up, whipping the glass-smooth surface of the Mediterranean into a turbulent boil-not ideal conditions in which to race notoriously temperamental powerboats at sixty metres per second. Suited up and ready to go, Franco Tolle stood inside the White Streak team marquee with his safety helmet held in the crook of his arm and his eyes fixed on the monitor, watching for the race organisers’ decision to show up on the screen. She hates cooking, cleaning, and despises ironing! Sleep she can do without, and produces some of her best written work during the early hours of the morning.ĭid you know these are also available as eBooks? Visit The Man Who Risked It AllĪ FEVER of hopeful expectancy had spread through the crowds waiting to see if the race would begin. She loves reading, the ballet, and playing tennis when she gets the chance. Now she lives in the beautiful county of Cheshire, with her busy executive husband and two grown-up daughters.
MICHELLE REID grew up on the southern edges of Manchester, the youngest in a family of five lively children. He just closed the gap between their mouths. ‘Because I am about to break my promise to you and …’ He did not bother to finish that. ‘Probably … I suppose-yes …’ he admitted.
‘Are you the devil in question?’ She didn’t even try to stop her progress towards him.įranco grimaced. ‘You know …’ reaching out to run his hands around her slender waist, he carefully drew her closer ‘… your open honesty will shame the devil one day.’ ‘Why couldn’t you have a bigger nose, or something? Or a fat, ugly mouth?’ ‘I wish you weren’t so handsome,’ she told him wistfully. He dared to smile, with his lips and his eyes-a tender kind of gentle humour that struck like a flaming arrow directly at her heart. Thinking it was a bit like asking her to strip naked, because making eye contact with Franco had much the same effect on her already edgy senses, Lexi pushed out a short sigh, then lifted up her chin. ‘Just one brief eye-to-eye contact, cara, and I promise I will step back.’ ‘Look at me, then-up here where my eyes are.’ He indicated with the movement of one of his hands. Now Franco’s daredevil life has caught up with him – but he’ll risk it all for the one thing he craves…his estranged wife!
When you’re rich and famous money is no object…and to hell with the consequences! But he once took a risk with a price bigger than he was willing to pay…In a rush of red-hot infatuation he put a glittering diamond wedding ring on Lexi Hamilton’s finger, yet within months they were living separate lives. This fearless playboy has everything to lose…For Franco Tolle, the golden boy of Europe’s jet-set society, life is just a playground – filled with racing speedboats on the azure Mediterranean Sea.
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