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Constantly surrounded by high-society darlings, Max has known his fair share of glamorous women. Now he's set his sights on one who refuses to fall at his feet!
Candida's head says she can never be more to Max than a passing affair—so why won't her heart listen when she tries to resist him?
She could see at once that this was to be a fairly elaborate occasion, with everyone formally dressed. But the atmosphere was informal enough, and friendly chatting and laughing filled the large room. Candida was relieved to be sitting down to eat, rather than having to balance buffet food as well as holding a wine glass. Besides, the very high-heeled strappy shoes she'd chosen to wear were already beginning to pinch!
"In case you're all wondering,' Faith said to the assembled gathering, raising her voice above the chatter as she took her place at the other end of the table, "we've got caterers doing the honours this evening. So there's no need for you all to ask me how I find the time to feed thirty of us and look after a two-year-old!'
Candida caught the woman's eye and they both smiled, a familiar look passing between them. On the few occasions that Faith had brought little Emily with her when she'd come to Farmhouse Cottage during all the refurbishments, work had tended to get held up! But at last everything, inside and out, had been completed on time, and this evening's party was to celebrate the fact.
Glancing up, Candida soon realised that the chair to her right was vacant. Someone had obviously cancelled at the last moment, she thought briefly.
Rick smiled down at her. "What projects are you working on at the moment, Candida?' he asked, filling her glass to the brim. "Still busy?'
"Nothing as big as this has been, Rick,' Candida replied truthfully. "Just some small niggles on one contract to put right, and an enquiry to follow up.' The fact was, this extended fourteenth-century building, which the Dawsons had spent a lot of money bringing up to standard, had been one of the most valuable assignments that Candida had ever dealt with. And all her suggestions for the interior finishings had been instantly agreed upon. Faith—pretty, blonde and bubbly—had seemed relieved to let Candida take all the responsibility and initiative. From their very first meeting the two women had taken to each other straight away, and Faith's attitude to Candida was verging on the maternal, even though they were of a similar age, both being in their late twenties.
Presently, just as a young waitress appeared and began to serve them the first course, the sound of the front door slamming loudly made everyone stop talking briefly, and Faith looked up, feigning annoyance.
"Honestly! At last! Brothers are the most inconsiderate of guests! I told him not to be late, and he promised me that this time he'd be good!'
There was a general murmur of greeting, most seeming to know the latecomer who breezed into the room. The man went straight over to Faith and gave her a bear hug.
"Sorry, Faith—Rick—' The deep, masculine voice, sultry in manner, and as rich as dark chocolate melting on the tongue, resonated around the room. "I got held up. Not my fault—honest!'
"It never is, is it, Maxy?'Faith said with mock sarcasm. "Now, sit down by Candida and be sociable for once!'
So the empty seat next to her was for "Maxy', Candida thought, glancing up at him as he pulled back his chair. He looked down at her briefly.
"Hi,' he said. "I'm Max. I believe you're the woman of the moment—Ms Candida Greenway?'
"No. I'm Candy,' Candida corrected, feeling suddenly unexpectedly nervy—and apprehensive. Well, she'd not had much practice at meeting new men lately, she reminded herself, or been to many parties. To say nothing of the fact that she'd already drunk two glasses of very good wine on an empty stomach! Which could account for the sudden tremble of her hand as she reached for her glass!
He sat down, his tall, well-built frame only just managing to fit into the upholstered dining chair, and Candida looked up at him curiously. So this was Faith's brother. There was no resemblance between them, she thought—and Faith had never even mentioned him during their conversations. His rather long, glossy dark hair fell carelessly around his ears and the nape of his neck, falling forward over his forehead in a thick, unruly shock of waves, obviously with a life of their own, threatening to meet and overtake his well-defined eyebrows. As he looked back at her, Candida coloured up, her amber eyes responding instinctively to his sensuous inky-blue-black ones.
"I've heard all about you, you know,' he said matter-of-factly. "My sister's been doing a wonderful PR job on your behalf.' He unfolded his napkin and placed it across his knees. "From what she's been saying, you've taken all the responsibility from her—so good on you.' He smiled briefly, his teeth white against the colour of his tanned skin, but Candida had difficulty smiling back.
There was something about the man's attitude that was patronising and superior—two qualities she definitely did not like! And turning up so late was unforgivable, not to mention his obvious enjoyment at making an entrance. Slamming the door like that had been as effective as a roll of drums! She had definitely felt wary of him as soon as he'd sat down, his determined jaw and whole persona suggesting something of a brutish masculinity, and it had made her feel momentarily vulnerable. It was just rather unfortunate that he happened to be the most gorgeous man in the room! Not that that cut any ice with her! She reached forward again for her wine glass, and he immediately picked up his own, clinking it against hers.
"Good luck,' he said non-committally, as he took a generous mouthful. Then he turned to look at her again, assessing her appearance coolly, studying the heart-shaped face, tip-tilted nose and full lips. She was wearing a rather serious expression, he noticed, unless she suddenly showed her perfect white teeth, but her long chestnut hair, coiled high on the top of her head, must look wonderful left loose around her shoulders.
"D'you like these sort of affairs?' he said unexpectedly, and without waiting for a reply went on, "Personally, I loathe them. But Faith and Rick's are always OK—the only ones I actually look forward to.' He picked up his knife and fork. "I like the dress, by the way,' he said, almost as an afterthought. "Colour's terrific. Suits you.'
Candida stared up at him blankly. She should have been pleased at the compliment, she thought, but for some reason it irritated her. They'd barely met, after all, and to her it felt out of place for him to pass any kind of judgement, good or otherwise, on what she was wearing. Even if it was the most expensive single item she'd ever purchased. It was fitted silk, with a flattering scoop neckline, the straight skirt just touching her knee. And the colour, a jewelled aquamarine shade, had reminded her instantly of sunlight on ocean waves.
Well, if she decided to be as familiar and outspoken as he was being, she could certainly air her own opinions! His round-necked, fine grey T-shirt—clearly exhibiting taut, well-toned chest muscles—casual pants and suede jacket, which he'd already slung carelessly over the back of his chair, hardly fitted the occasion. Every other man in the room was smartly dressed, and all were wearing ties. Instead, she decided to accept the compliment graciously.
"Thanks,' she said, equally casually. "It was the colour which first attracted me…and fortunately it fitted as well.'
"Oh, it certainly does that,' he said at once, glancing down. "You look as if you've been poured into it.'
That remark made Candida sit back hurriedly, suddenly self-conscious at his words. She knew it was rather revealingly low-cut, showing more cleavage than anything else she'd ever worn. And something in the way Faith's brother had made the point gave her the distinct impression that he was mentally undressing her!
Rick turned to her, interrupting them. "I hope Max isn't being a nuisance,' he said, grinning over her head at his brother-in-law. "He's an old cynic—don't let him intimidate you, Candida. He's got a reputation for eating delicious young women for lunch!'
Candida smiled back at Rick. "I don't think I'd be quite to his taste,' she replied, saying the first thing that came into her head. "And don't worry, Rick—I'm well able to look after myself.'
"I'm sure you are, Candida.' He paused, then spoke to Max. "Why aren't we being graced by the lovely Ella's presence, then, Max? Faith said she wouldn't be coming tonight.'
"Oh, you know Ella. She has a way of letting me know when she's had enough of my company,' Max said evenly. "So she's gone to spend a few days with Jack and Daisy—it'll be a bit of a change for her from the London scene. She sends her abject apologies, of course.'
After that, aided by fine food and good wine, Candida was aware that conversation seemed to flow quite easily. Max had a very clever way of shifting the emphasis on to her, and her life, while she was learning practically nothing about him. But what was obvious was that he adored his sister and small niece.
"I've always tended to be rather over-protective of Faith,' he admitted casually. "She's twelve years younger than me, of course, which would explain it. But she was just about to do her Finals when our parents died unexpectedly, within a few months of each other. It proved to be a testing time.' He leaned forward to pass Candida a small jug of cream for her coffee, and the girl was struck by the way his eyebrows knitted darkly in a brief frown. They must have always been very close as a family, she thought instinctively.
"Well…I feel very fortunate that my father is alive and well,' she said slowly. "And still living ...
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
Not a typical Harlequin hero,
By SK Reads (Newport Beach, CA) - See all my reviews
This review is from: The British Billionaire Affair (Harlequin Presents Extra) (Mass Market Paperback)
I'm torn on this book which but generally disappointed which is why I gave it 2 stars. In one sense, I liked that it had characters that were not the cookie cutter Harlequin Presents stereotypes, which can get very tiresome. I definitely appreciated that the heroine was a normal, working woman of 29 with no crazy pretenses of being virginal. Her love interest/hero also had some echos of imperfections and showed a lot of wit and non-stereotypical behaviors. But if you are looking for the typical Harlequin romance this is not it. First off, the title is SO DECEPTIVE. Yes, the action takes place in Britain but that is the only connection. Not once does the book even hit that the hero is as rich as a billionaire...in fact it seems highly unlikely given that he is a writer, albeit a successful one. Otherwise, I guess I was also disappointed that there was not enough romance in this novel. That's not to say that I didn't enjoy the development of the story (the story is better than in other romances) but with just 180 pages I was beginning to wonder when the true romance would kick in and it never really did. There is only one real kissing scene in the first third of the book and after that, nothing. I agree with the other reviewer that it was all very rushed in the last few pages. So all in all, a 2 star rating.
And yes, the name of the heroine is awful.
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
HEROINE NAMED FOR A YEAST INFECTION,
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This review is from: The British Billionaire Affair (Harlequin Presents Extra) (Mass Market Paperback)
I really had to laugh after I finished this really weak book because the name Candida kept ringing in my head as the name of a yeast infection. I guess this sums it up because this book had absolutely NO plot. Candida was weak, the guy had no backbone and basically I really can't understand why the Harlequin Romance went to the expense of printing this book. It took me days to wade through what should have only taken a couple of hours because boredom kept setting in. It does not hold your attention and I kept wishing that it would simply go away. As I had paid for the book, I felt obligated to finish it.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
You know it's bad when you'd rather do homework...,
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This is one of the most BORING books I have ever read. Neither the heroine nor hero is appealing at all. Candida seems petty, holding failure years ago over Max while he is domineering and borders on rude. I only made it to the 6th chapter before I gave up just because it had absolutely no passion at all!
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