‘Get out of my way, Cade. I’m warning you—’
He pulled away from the door and stood back, but when she tried to slide past him he got in her way. She tried to dodge round the other side, but he moved with her. And now he had her trapped, with both his hands resting on the door above her head.
‘Move, Cade!’
‘No.’
‘Why?’ she demanded, chest heaving up and down.
‘Because…’ He kissed her firmly, possessively, hungrily, and felt her tremble as she moaned.
She was just getting into it when he pulled away. A kiss like that could lead only one place, and though Liv was fiery and courageous, she was vulnerable too, here under his roof, his dominion.
He watched her as she recovered. ‘That’ll teach you to fight me.’
Susan Stephens was a professional singer before meeting her husband on the tiny Mediterranean island of Malta. In true Modern™ Romance style they met on Monday, became engaged on Friday, and were married three months after that. Almost thirty years and three children later, they are still in love. (Susan does not advise her children to return home one day with a similar story, as she may not take the news with the same fortitude as her own mother!)
Susan had written several non-fiction books when fate took a hand. At a charity costume ball there was an after-dinner auction. One of the lots, ‘Spend a Day with an Author’, had been donated by Mills & Boon author Penny Jordan. Susan’s husband bought this lot, and Penny was to become not just a great friend but a wonderful mentor, who encouraged Susan to write romance.
Susan loves her family, her pets, her friends and her writing. She enjoys entertaining, travel, and going to the theatre. She reads, cooks, and plays the piano to relax, and can occasionally be found throwing herself off mountains on a pair of skis or galloping through the countryside. Visit Susan’s website: www.susanstephens.net—she loves to hear from her readers all around the world!
Look out for Susan’s next Modern™ Romance, coming soon!
Recent books by the same author:
Modern Heat™ LAYING DOWN THE LAW DIRTY WEEKEND
Modern™ Romance DESERT KING, PREGNANT MISTRESS BOUGHT: ONE ISLAND, ONE BRIDE ONE-NIGHT BABY
The Royal House of Niroli EXPECTING HIS ROYAL BABY Book 5
Recent reviews for talented Modern™ and Modern Heat™ author Susan Stephens
About LAYING DOWN THE LAW, Modern Heat™, January 2008:
‘It should be illegal to miss Susan Stephens’ terrific LAYING DOWN THE LAW! With its cast of wonderful characters, hilarious one-liners, sparkling dialogue and steamy sexual tension, LAYING DOWN THE LAW is compulsive reading for readers who enjoy reading sexy romances that will tug at their heartstrings and tickle their funny bones!’
—www.cataromance.com
About BOUGHT: ONE ISLAND, ONE BRIDE, Modern™ Romance, December 2007:
‘An exhilarating tale full of passion, intensity and heat, BOUGHT: ONE ISLAND, ONE BRIDE is a sizzling romance you will be unable to put down, featuring a gorgeous Greek tycoon and a feisty but vulnerable heroine. Sexy, steamy and engrossing, BOUGHT: ONE ISLAND, ONE BRIDE is another triumph for the wonderful Susan Stephens, a writer who never fails to deliver enthralling romances we just cannot resist!’
—www.cataromance.com
‘A pleasing story about overcoming the past with the healing power of love. The Greek island and its people are wonderful secondary characters, filled with rich local flavours and traditions.’
—www.romantictimes.com
HOUSEKEEPER AT HIS BECK AND CALL
BY
SUSAN STEPHENS
For the wonderful, strong women who so generously shared their thoughts on loving a soldier with me
CHAPTER ONE
HE WAS aching with inactivity. He could never sit down for long. The television company had asked if they could conduct the interview in the farmhouse kitchen at Featherstone Hall, saying the kitchen would make him seem more human and approachable.
Thinking publicity would help raise awareness of his campaign, he had agreed, and now he found himself sitting in the glare of camera lights, while a girl with dirty toenails and an earnest air snapped a clapperboard in his face—which was doing nothing for his blood pressure. ‘That’s it,’ he said, standing up.
‘But, Lieutenant Colonel Grant…Cade.’ She clearly thought that using his first name might soften him. She was destined to fail. ‘You haven’t finished interviewing the prospective candidates for the post of…’ she paused for dramatic effect ‘…Housekeeper to a Hero—’
‘If you mean the stooges—’
The earnest one’s eyes gleamed. ‘’No one else turned up…And so in order to prevent the interview from being a complete disaster, I provided—’
‘Stooges from your team? Yes, I know.’ He pushed his chair back. ‘And now you can all pack up and go home; this interview is over.’
He stood at his full height, knowing that with the top of his head brushing the beams he was an intimidating sight. He should have known it was a mistake to let anyone into his life, and that it was just an excuse to pry. The only reason he’d done it this time was because he’d hoped television coverage would promote his scheme to turn Featherstone Hall into a rehabilitation centre for returning soldiers; a service he was determined to expand throughout the country. But the reporter was only interested in graphic stories of heroics, with plenty of blood and gore, she told him. He’d flinched at that, and when she’d added that sort of stuff worked miracles for the ratings he’d felt like telling her it was lucky for her she wasn’t a man, or he’d have invited her outside. Grinding his jaw as he waited for the camera crew to pack up their gear, he knew he shouldn’t blame the reporter. He should be glad she was ignorant of what he had been through and was spared the reality behind the images on her television screen.
As soon as the last of them had gone he set about clearing up, and had no sooner piled their dirty coffee-cups into an already overloaded sink than the whole stack keeled over. He swore viciously, having cut himself on a piece of shattered china. And now the cut wouldn’t stop bleeding…
He banged about, searching for plasters. How could a home turn to chaos in the time he’d been away? The first housekeeper he’d hired to take care of things had appeared tough and uncompromising. Just the sort of person he could relate to, in fact. He should have known a black belt in karate and more stubble on her chin than he had was no guarantee of domestic goddess status—and to add insult to injury she’d walked out the day after he got back saying he was impossible to live with.
And now there hadn’t been a single reply to his ad for a replacement. The reporter said his reputation must have frightened everyone away. That and his appearance, he guessed, judging by the way the camera crew had stared at his scars. He suspected they would have liked more close-ups to shock the viewers. Fingering his stubble, he glanced in the mirror. He couldn’t blame them.
And he hardly had the temperament of a saint, Cade registered grimly, cursing a second time when he scalded his wounded hand trying to rescue a second piece of shattered pottery from the sink. He was in a foul mood now.
Hearing a knock on the door ratcheted it up a notch or two. He might have known someone from the film crew