Book 5 of The Galván Brides Series
Classic Romance
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Sophie knew she could never give in to her overwhelming attraction to South American millionaire Alonso Galván. So she agreed to a loveless marriage to a man who left her with a pile of gambling debts. But Alonso has never renounced his vow that, one day, Sophie will be his! Now, finding her alone and widowed, it seems his prayers have been answered. At last he can show her what real passion is all about—and that he means to make her his bride!
Classic Romance
The Spaniard’s Passion
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Sophie knew she could never give in to her overwhelming attraction to South American millionaire Alonso Galván. So she agreed to a loveless marriage to a man who left her with a pile of gambling debts. But Alonso has never renounced his vow that, one day, Sophie will be his! Now, finding her alone and widowed, it seems his prayers have been answered. At last he can show her what real passion is all about—and that he means to make her his bride!
The Spaniard’s Passion
Book 5 of The Galván Brides Series
Classic Romance
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The Spaniard’s Passion
Prologue
The blazing sun dazzled the eyes and the steady crash of waves on the long sandy beach lulled Sophie Johnson to sleep. She snuggled deeper into her towel on the warm sand. She’d had more fun in the last ten days then she had…well, then she’d had…ever.
Abruptly the sand shifted and a shadow stretched over her. Sophie’s stomach tensed, a knot of excitement and fear. Shading her eyes, she glanced up, knowing it was Alonso Huntsman. How could she adore someone so much when he made her this nervous?
Alonso was standing over her, dripping wet, his wet black hair slicked back from his face, the hard planes of his chest darkly tan from a summer spent in the sun. “You smell fantastic, Sophie. I think I’ll eat you.”
She tried to ignore the way her heart jumped. “It’s just lotion, Lon. I’d taste disgusting.”
He flashed her a wicked grin. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
Clive Wilkins, son of prominent banker, Lord Wilkins, stirred restlessly on his towel next to Sophie.
“Will you two kindly shut up?”
Alonso reached for his towel, bicep rippling as he mopped his face dry. “Are we disturbing your sleep, old man?”
“Yes. As a matter of fact, you are,” Clive retorted, burying his blonde head deeper into the crook of his arm.
“Just one little taste,” Lon whispered to Sophie over Clive’s head, his light blue eyes glowing. He knew he was being wicked. He also knew it thrilled her.
“One taste?”
He nodded seriously. “Just one good lick.”
Squirming on the inside, trying not to laugh, she picked up her bottle of sun tan lotion and tossed it to him. Lon caught it with one hand. “Here you go, big boy. Enjoy.”
“Oh, for God’s sake!” Clive swore, sitting up. “You’ve just ruined a brilliant nap. “He grabbed Sophie’s arm, pressed her wrist to his mouth and his tongue flicked across her warm skin.
“Disgusting,” Clive pronounced, tossing her arm away. He lay back down again, nestling his unshaven cheek to his arm, the blonde bristles glinting gold. “She tastes like synthetics and plastic.”
“You’d hate it, Lon. Now will you two please shut up so I can sleep?”
“You just don’t want me to taste her,” Lon mocked, dropping down next to the two of them. “I think you’re jealous, old man.”
Clive didn’t even bother to open his eyes. “Jealous of you two pathetic human beings?” His aristocratic English had never been more precise. “Of course, you big Scottish meat head. You and princess are the two best friends a man could ask for.”
Meat head. Princess. Sophie bit her lip, trying not to giggle, but she couldn’t hold the laughter in. Once she started to laugh, Lon and Clive joined in, and suddenly her eyes were burning with tears she wouldn’t cry.
This was the best school holiday of her life. No, make this the best summer of her life. Clive and Lon were impossible. Incorrigible. Irredeemable. And she’d never loved anyone so much.
Nothing, she thought as she surreptitiously wiped a tear away, gazing out at the Pacific Ocean where the waves crashed against Buenaventura’s white sandy beach, nothing would ever top this. Nothing would ever be as sweet, nothing would ever be as innocent.
If only time would stop and the three of them could remain together, forever, like this.
