Vengeful Seduction. CATHY WILLIAMS

She had been told that over and over again, and she had smiled prettily every single time. Her mouth had ached by the end of the evening.

      ‘“Lucky Jeremy Baker.” I could see the thought running through more than one envious male mind.’ The dislike was thick in his voice and she kept her eyes lowered and her hands clenched in front of her. ‘Lucky Jeremy Baker, netting the biggest fish in the sea. He paled next to you, but then everyone did, didn’t they, Isobel?’ he asked softly. ‘Everyone except me.’

      Her heartbeat quickened. She pictured them together, making love, his bronzed body wrapped against her flawless ivory one.

      The thought flashed with startling clarity through her mind, and she shoved it back with a certain amount of disturbed confusion.

      She remembered Jeremy. Slim, blond-haired, blue eyed, with that brand of good looks that were always charming in young children but in men were hardly ever sexy.