In The Venetian's Bed

by Susan Stephens

• ISBN13: 9780373233960
• ISBN10: 0373233965
• Edition: Large
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2007-05-01
• Publisher: Harlequin

Summary

Arrogant and ruthless, Luca Barbaro is the kind of man Nell hates most. Although helpless to resist his raw sexuality, she can never forgive his brutal coldness of years ago.

Until they meet again in Venice one carnival night—not as Luca and Ne

Excerpts

Nell Foster's shout brought the people strolling along the narrow street to an abrupt halt. The scene froze in a distorted snapshot. On the cobbledcalleabove the canal a tall, dark man was holding a limp blonde child in his arms. From the gondola swaying gracefully below him, a young mother thrust out her arms in alarm. "What the hell do you think you're doing with my daughter?" On the pretext of helping her to disembark the gondolier had passed Molly to a stranger! Nell's voice sounded shrill in the oppressive silence of the ancient backwater, and shock made her actions disjointed as she hurried to disembark. She stumbled on the treacherous moss-coated steps, forcing the man holding Molly to lurch out and save her. She shook him off angrily. Molly was like a rag doll in his arms, the soft breeze feathering fronds of baby hair around her face. "Give her to me now!" People stared. Nell didn't care. She had one goal in mind, and that was Molly. While they had been travelling along the canal at a snail's pace with no means of escape Molly had fallen asleep so heavily Nell hadn't been able to wake her. It was an unnatural sleep that terrified Nell. And now this man had taken Molly from her. "No." The deep, faintly accented voice was brusque and uncompromising. He was refusing? Nell looked for support, but there was something so commanding in the man's manner that, rather than attempting to help her, people were already starting to move away. Used to wielding authority, she guessed, he was in his mid to late twenties and expensively though casually dressed. He was groomed in a way only the rich had time for--pressed trousers, crisp shirt, and with a lightweight sweater slung around his shoulders that she would have needed superglue at the very least to keep in place. He made her feel shabby, frightened and very angry. "Stand out of my light." Dipping his head to look her in the eyes, he rapped the words at her. "Give my daughter back to me!" Nell met and held his gaze. She had no intention of moving one inch. What, and leave Molly in the arms of some man she didn't know? "Don't,"he warned, stepping back when she tried to take Molly from him."Don't?What do you mean, don't? That's my daughter you're holding." Dazzling black-gold eyes equally full of determination locked with Nell's. "You've had a shock. You're unsteady on your feet. If you fall into the canal, who will rescue you?" He glanced at Molly lying insensible in his arms, turning the question into a rebuke. A few locks of inky black hair had fallen into his eyes as he spoke--the only part of him that had resisted perfection. Nell resented absorbing that much about him. "We need help. Can't you see?" She fumbled for her phone while the sun beat down on her shoulders, making it impossible to breathe. The man holding Molly seemed to exist in a bubble of air-conditioning. "You're overwrought," he said coldly.Overwrought?"Are you surprised?"She watched with mounting anger as he pulled out a phone and flipped it open. It seemed like another tactic to avoid giving Molly back to her. "Who are you calling?" He paused with the mobile halfway to his ear. "An ambulance." "An ambulance?"Nell's mouth dried. Briefly, her mind refused to accept the possibility of an ambulance coming down the canal. But she knew there had to be some means by which emergency cases could be transported to hospital in Venice. Emergency cases? Molly was only eighteen months old! She'd never had a day's illness in her life. Nell stared at the man more intently. "Who are you?" she demanded. He pressed his lips together and shook his head as he listened to the voice at the other end of the phone line. Nell gazed at Molly lying in his arms. She was almost frightened to touch her own daughter. Molly looked so frail, as if all the life had leached out of her. The man star