Hungarian Rhapsody - Softcover

Jaybee, Kay ; Stein, Charlotte ; Elyot, Justine

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ISBN 10: 1908262133 ISBN 13: 9781908262134

Publisher: Xcite Books, 2014

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Three passionate novellas from The Secret Library range that offer essential, sensual reading. Hungarian Rhapsody – Justine Elyot Ruby had no idea what to expect from her trip toBudapest, but a strange man in her bed on her first night probably wasn’t it. Once the mistake is ironed out, though, and introductions made, she finds herself strangely drawn to the handsome Hungarian, despite her vow of holiday celibacy. Does Janos have what it takes to break her resolve and discover the secrets she is hiding, or will she be able to resist his increasingly wild seduction tactics? Against the romantic backdrop of a city made for lovers, personalities clash. They also bump and grind. Restraint – Charlotte Stein Marnie Lewis is certain that one of her friends – handsome but awkward Brandon– hates her guts. The last thing she wants to do is go on a luscious weekend away with him and a few other buddies, to a cabin in the woods. But when she catches Brandondoing something very dirty after a night spent listening to her relate some of her sexcapades to everyone, she can’t resist pushing his buttons a little harder. He might seem like a prude, but Marnie suspects he likes a little dirty talk. And Marnie has no problems inciting his long dormant desires. A Sticky Situation – Kay Jaybee If there is a paving stone to trip over, or a drink to knock over, then Sally Briers will trip over it or spill it. Yet somehow Sally is the successful face of marketing for a major pharmaceutical company; much to the disbelief of her new boss, Cameron James. Forced to work together on a week-long conference in anOxfordhotel, Sally is dreading spending so much time with arrogant new boy Cameron, whose presence somehow makes her even clumsier than usual. Cameron, on the other hand, just hopes he’ll be able to stay professional, and keep his irrational desire to lick up all the accidentally split food and drink that is permanently to be found down Sally’s temptingly curvy body, all to himself.

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Without turning around he said, 'You like what you see?'

I suppressed my yelp of alarm at having been perceived and tried to retrieve the situation. 'Scrambled eggs, yeah, lovely.'

'Not the eggs,' he said. 'You are checking out my ass. You like it?'

'I'm not ... nothing of the kind,' I protested, but it sounded too lame to continue with. Instead, I sidled up to the counter and peered into the bowl. 'What's this?'

'Lecs�,' he said, but I was none the wiser, so he explained. 'We like for breakfast. Onions, peppers, tomatoes, cook with sugar and salt and paprika until they are soft. Then we put with eggs, right?'

'It smells lovely.'

'Thanks. You sit down. I bring coffee.'

He slid the bowl and a tiny cup of super strength coffee under my nose once I was ensconced at the kitchen table, then he joined me opposite.

'Healthier than a fry-up,' I commented, sampling the fare. It was delicious. He was a good cook. I eyed him, all rumpled and tattooed and sinewy and handsome over there. I'd pre-emptively kicked him out of bed. How strange of me.

I reminded myself that he was arrogant and entitled. And, what was that other thing? Oh yeah. I was on the rebound. Big style. Stay away, Ruby.

'Healthy,' he said, chewing speculatively. 'Not typical Hungarian food. Much fat.'

'But there isn't an ounce of fat on you,' I said before I could help myself.

'Ounce?' But he had understood me, if that devilish smirk was any evidence.

'You don't look fat,' I blethered on.

'Thanks.' He took a sip of coffee. 'You like my body?'

I'd played right into his hands, it was clear.

'I just meant that you look healthy.'

He leant forward on one elbow, his head low, eyes fixed on mine. 'I'm healthy,' he said. 'You're healthy. We can be healthy together.'

Whatever he meant by that, it sounded filthy. I guessed he wasn't offering to introduce me to his gym.

'Ah ... I came here for some alone time,' I told him, hoping it sounded more convincing to him than it did for me. 'Time to think.'

He put out a hand and I froze, unable to move, as he brushed a damp curl from my forehead. I hadn't been able to blow dry my hair, forgetting that Hungarian sockets were different.

'Your eyes they are sad,' he said. 'You have sad thoughts.'

'I'm fine,' I said in a high, tense voice. 'Just want to be left alone.'

To my horror, my throat closed over the food it had just swallowed and my eyes filled with tears.