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To Lizzy Sharp, businessman Louis Jumeau is a real-life Mr. Darcy: insufferably proud, infuriatingly prejudiced...and impossibly good-looking!

Louis knows exactly what gold-digging families like the Sharps are after—his money. But the universally acknowledged truth is that this billionaire needs a wife.

Independent Lizzy might not seem the perfect candidate, but her curves are proving powerfully tempting. And the arrogant and well-practiced Louis is sure all it will take to wed—and bed—her is a little seductive persuasion....

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Cathy Williams is a great believer in the power of perseverance as she had never written anything before her writing career, and from the starting point of zero has now fulfilled her ambition to pursue this most enjoyable of careers. She would encourage any would-be writer to have faith and go for it! She derives inspiration from the tropical island of Trinidad and from the peaceful countryside of middle England. Cathy lives in Warwickshire her family.

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Louis Christophe Jumeau slammed the door of the Range Rover and favoured it with a look of pure loathing. Really, he should have known better than to trust in a car-rental agency which proudly proclaimed that it was the only one around for fifty miles. Lack of healthy competition invariably equalled a third-rate service; he had been proved right. He should have arranged his own private transport. He could easily have used his helicopter and had one of his own top-of-the-range cars on standby to collect him from the airfield.

But he had wanted to check out the transport links for himself. Over-indulged, wealthy patrons would expect efficient links to Crossfeld House, should they decide to get there by train, as he had. And onwards by car—as he, unfortunately, had chosen to do.

He cursed fluently under his breath, flicked open his mobile and was rewarded with a robust 'no signal' sign.

Around him, in the darkening winter light, the countryside was desolate and unwelcoming. There was also the threat of snow in the air. It seemed to be an ongoing threat for the inhabitants of Scotland and one he would have taken more seriously had he been in possession of a crystal ball and predicted that his rental car—none finer than this, sonny!—would have taken its last breath on a desolate road in the Highlands some forty minutes away from his destination.

He rescued his coat from the back seat of the old Range

Rover and decided there and then that the one and only car-rental agency for fifty miles around would soon be facing stiff competition, or he would pull out of this particular investment fast enough to make the heads of its five desperate sellers spin.

Crossfeld House—an addition to his already bulging portfolio of boutique hotels around the world and country-house hotels across the UK—would be pleasing but was hardly essential. Its unique selling point as far as he was concerned was its golf course. It had been enthusiastically lauded for its 'challenging qualities', which he cynically interpreted as 'unkempt to the point of unplayable'.

But he would see for himself. If he ever made it to the place on foot.

He would also be in a position to conclusively sort that other little problem out.

He slung on his coat against the bitter December winds and began walking in the direction of the manor house, his mind moving along from the problem he could not currently solve—namely his lack of car—to the problem ahead of him which he most definitely intended to solve. To be precise, his friend's sudden infatuation with a girl who, from all descriptions, fitted neatly into the category of gold-digger. Even never having met her, Louis could recognise the type: too pretty, too poor and with a mother hell-bent on getting rid of her five offspring to the highest bidders.

His mouth curled into a smile of grim satisfaction at the prospect of showing up on the doorstep of the Sharp family. Nicholas might be rich and successful but he was also naive and way too trusting for his own good. Mother Sharp might be able to shuffle her pretty little daughter up for inspection and Nicholas—whose visits to Crossfeld House on the pretext of checking out the edifice had become ever more frequent—might well have ended up as compliant bait at the end of the hook. But he, Louis, wasn't born yesterday.

And Nicholas was nothing if not a lifelong friend whose honour and bank balance Louis had every intention of protecting.

Fully absorbed by his train of thought, he was only aware of the roar of a motorcycle when it was virtually on top of him. It pelted past him in a whirl of gravel, ripping apart the eerie silence of the countryside like a shriek within the hallowed walls of a cathedral and then spun around, decelerating so that the rider, dressed entirely in black with a matching shiny black helmet, could inspect him.

More than anything else, Louis was enraged by what he considered wildly reckless driving.

'Very clever,' he said with biting sarcasm, bearing down on the rider and standing intimidatingly close. 'Get your kicks that way, do you? Or do you think that this is your private racetrack and you can ride this thing however fast you want?'

In the middle of reaching up to remove her helmet, Lizzy's hands stilled and then dropped to her sides.

Up close and personal, this guy was bigger, taller and looked a lot meaner than she had expected. Whilst she knew this part of the countryside like the back of her hand, along with everyone in it, she was still sharp enough to realise that she was in the company of a stranger and there was nothing within screaming distance to disturb the isolation of the landscape.

She couldn't make out the guy's face but his voice was like a whiplash, raising the hackles on her back and making her want to meet his attack head-on.

'I didn't have to stop for you.'

'Are you going to take that helmet off so that I can see who I'm dealing with?'

Alone on a dark road, surrounded by acres of barren isolation and staring down a man who looked as though he could snap her in half if he put his mind to it: the helmet was staying on. Let him think that he was dealing with another man. One with a high voice.

'Was that your car back there?'

'Very good, Sherlock.'

'I don't need to stay here and listen to this.' She gave a few warning revs of her engine and waited for his apology, which was not forthcoming.

Instead he stood back, folded his arms and gave her a long, speculative look. The rising moon caught the angle of his face and she drew her breath in sharply.

The man might be aristocratic, arrogant and high-handed, but he was beautiful. Black hair was blown back to reveal the harsh, arresting contours of a face that was shockingly perfect. His mouth was drawn in a tight, displeased line but it didn't take much imagination to realise that under different circumstances, it would be curving and sensuous.

'How old are you?' Louis asked suddenly. The question caught Lizzy unawares and for a few seconds she was silent, wondering where he was going with it.

'Why? What business is it of yours?'

'You're a kid, aren't you? That why you don't want to take the helmet off? Do your parents know that you're riding that thing like a bat out of hell, putting other people's lives in danger?'

'There's no one else out here except for you! Trust a tourist to break down,' she muttered. Prickles of angry, nervous perspiration shot through her. 'If you're going to tackle this part of the world, then you should know to do it in a more reliable vehicle.'

'You should try telling that to the crook who owns the car-rental company by the station.'

'Ah.' Fergus McGinty could, she admitted to herself, be a bit shifty when it came to outsiders renting his cars. And anyone opting for the one and only Range Rover would have been cheerfully taken for the proverbial ride. She doubted the thing had been serviced since the start of the century.

'Friend of yours, is he?' Increasingly ill tempered, Louis allowed a short pause to elapse. 'So he's bound to know the teenager on the big bike when I decide to report you to your parents...Which makes me think that you have no choice here but to graciously give me a ride to wherever it is I happen to be going. Either that, or you'll find yourself answering to the police for getting on that thing when you're under age.'

Lizzy was tempted to burst out laughing. Yes, she could see that the high tones of her voice might have led him crashing into the wrong impression, and it was pretty funny when you thought about it. But somehow she didn't think that this was the kind of man who would take very kindly to being laughed at. Something about the way he held himself made her think that, when there was any laughing to be done, he would be the one doing it at someone else's expense.

'You can't just leave that car there,' she objected, purely to be difficult.

Louis made an exaggerated show of looking around him before his glinting black eyes settled back on her, his reflection bouncing off the helmet. 'Why? Do you think there are people lurking behind the heather, waiting to steal it? Frankly, if anyone is stupid enough to break in and able to drive it away, then they're more than welcome. They would be doing the world at large a service.'

Lizzy shrugged. 'Where are you headed?'

'Climb off that machine and you'll find out.'

'Climb off? What are you talking about? I thought you said that I would be giving you a ride.'

'Did I say that? Must have been a crazy slip of the tongue. Why would I endanger my life by getting on the back of a motorcycle ridden by a kid who should be at home doing his homework? '

'I could leave you right here.'

'I really wouldn't consider that option if I were you.'

Lizzy recognised a threat when she heard one. 'Where are you going?' she repeated reluctantly. 'If it's out of my way, then you're going to have to wait here and I'll send someone out to fetch you.'

Louis almost laughed out loud at that. Send someone out to fetch him? For starters, he had had enough of the great Scottish countryside when seen at night from the perspective of a stranded driver. For another, he wouldn't put money on the odds of the boy doing his civic duty when it would be a lot easier to bike off into the night and get his own back for being taken down a peg or two by an outsider.

'Really? Well, we'll have to differ on that one. I'm going to Crossfeld House and you're coming with me.'

Crossfeld House! Lizzy froze.

'You know where that is, don't you?' Louis said impatiently. 'I can't imagine there are too many manor houses with golf courses in this part of the world.'

'I know where it is. Why are you going there?'

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