A Reputation For Revenge\The Greek Billionaire's Baby Revenge
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Authors: Jennie Lucas
Playing a very dangerous game…
Josie Dalton’s heart pounds in her chest as she approaches the imposing penthouse of formidable Russian prince Kasimir Xendzov. She might have agreed to marry him to save her sister, but the icy glitter in Kasimir’s unflinching eyes warns that he’s not a man to be toyed with.
The final piece of the puzzle has fallen into place and revenge is at Kasimir’s fingertips; the champagne’s on ice and his new wife waits in the bedroom—victory has never been sweeter. But Josie’s purity tests the one thing Kasimir didn’t know he had—honor.
She clearly had no idea how powerful lust could be. Her first experience would hit her like a tidal wave.
It would be so easy to seduce her, Kasimir thought. One kiss, one stroke. Josie would be totally unprepared for the fire. But she would be an apt student. He felt that in the tremble of her hand, as he slid the ten-carat diamond ring on her finger. In the rosy blush on her cheeks as she placed the plain gold band on his. All he would have to do was kiss her, touch her, and she’d be lost in a maelstrom of pleasure she would not know how to defend against. She’d fall like a ripe peach into his hands.
Except he couldn’t. Wouldn’t.
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A Reputation for Revenge
Only the most innocent touch can melt their ice-cold hearts
Introducing the notoriously ruthless and devilishly sexy Princes Kasimir and Vladimir Xendov: two brothers torn apart by the past, bitter rivals in the present.
Vladimir’s enemy is most definitely in his sight—he can’t take his eyes off her! But she’s played her final card…and he knows he’s going to win.
DEALING HER FINAL CARD
February 2013
Kasimir will consume everything in his path on his road to revenge…even if the obstacle standing in his way is 5 feet 5 inches of pure desire.
A REPUTATION FOR REVENGE
March 2013
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3062—A NIGHT OF LIVING DANGEROUSLY
3085—TO LOVE, HONOR AND BETRAY
3116—DEALING HER FINAL CARD
(Princes Untamed)
A Reputation for Revenge
CHAPTER ONE
T
WO
DAYS
AFTER
Christmas, in the soft pink Honolulu dawn, Josie Dalton stood alone on a
deserted sidewalk and tilted her head to look up, up, up to the top of the
skyscraper across the street, all the way to his penthouse in the clouds.
She exhaled. She couldn’t do this.
Couldn’t
. Marry him? Impossible.
Except she had to.
I’m not scared,
Josie repeated to
herself, hitching her tattered backpack higher on her shoulder
. I’d marry the devil himself to save my sister
.
But the truth was she’d never really thought it would come to
this. She’d assumed the police would ride in and save the day. Instead, the
police in Seattle, then Honolulu, had laughed in her face.
“Your older sister wagered her virginity in a poker game?” the
first said incredulously. “In some kind of lovers’ game?”
“Let me get this straight. Your sister’s billionaire
ex-boyfriend
won
her?” The second scowled. “I have
real crimes to deal with, Miss Dalton. Get out of here before I decide to arrest
you
for illegal gambling.”
Now, Josie shivered in the cool, wet dawn. No one was coming to
save Bree. Just her.
She narrowed her eyes. Fine. She should take responsibility.
She was the one who’d gotten Bree into trouble in the first place. If Josie
hadn’t stupidly accepted her boss’s invitation to the poker game, her sister
wouldn’t have had to step in and save her.
Clever Bree, six years older, had been a childhood card prodigy
and a con artist in her teens. But after a decade away from that dangerous life,
working instead as an honest, impoverished housekeeper, her sister’s card skills
had become rusty. How else to explain the fact that, instead of winning, Bree
had lost everything to her hated ex-boyfriend with the turn of a single
card?
Vladimir Xendzov had separated the sisters, forcibly sending
Josie back to the mainland on his private jet. She’d spent her last paycheck to
fly back, desperate to get Bree out of his clutches. For forty-four hours now,
since the dreadful night of the game, Josie had only managed to hold it together
because she knew that, should everything else fail, she had one guaranteed
fallback plan.
But now she actually had to fall back on the plan, it felt like
falling on a sword.
Josie looked up again at the top of the skyscraper. The windows
of the penthouse gleamed red, like fire, above the low-hanging clouds of
Honolulu.
She’d caused her sister to lose her freedom. She would save
her—by selling herself in marriage to
Vladimir Xendzov’s greatest
enemy.
His younger brother.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend,
she repeated to herself. And, considering the way the Xendzov brothers had tried
to destroy each other for the past ten years, Kasimir Xendzov must be her new
best friend. Right?
A lump rose in her throat.
I would marry the devil
himself...
Slowly, Josie forced her feet off the sidewalk. Her legs
wobbled as she crossed the street. She dodged a passing tour bus, flinching as
it honked angrily.
There was no backing out now.
“Can I help you?” the doorman said inside the lobby, eyeing her
messy ponytail, wrinkled T-shirt and cheap flip-flops.
Josie licked her dry lips. “I’m here to get married. To one of
your residents.”
He didn’t bother to conceal his incredulity. “
You?
Are going to marry someone who lives
here?
”
She nodded. “Kasimir Xendzov.”
His jaw dropped. “You mean His
Highness?
The
prince?
” he spluttered,
gesticulating wildly. “Get out of here before I call the police!”
“Look, please just call him, all right? Tell him Josie Dalton
is here and I’ve changed my mind. My answer is now yes.”
“
Call
him? I’ll do nothing of the
sort.” The doorman pinched his nose with his thumb and finger. “You must be
delusional...if you think you can just walk in off the street...”
Josie rummaged through her backpack.
“His Highness’s presence here is secret. He is here on
vacation...
”
“See?” she said desperately, holding out a business card. “He
gave me this three days ago. When he proposed to me. At a salad bar near
Waikiki.”
“Salad bar,” the doorman snorted. “As if the prince would
ever...” He saw the embossed seal, and snatched the card from her hand. Turning
over the card, he read the hard masculine scrawl on the back:
For when you change your mind.
“But you’re not his
type,” he said faintly.
“I know,” Josie sighed. Twenty pounds overweight, frumpy and
unstylish, she was painfully aware that she was no man’s type. Fortunately
Kasimir Xendzov wished to marry her for reasons that had nothing to do with
love—or even lust. “Just call him, will you?”
The man reached for the phone on his desk. He
dialed.
Turning away, he spoke in a low voice. A few moments later, he faced Josie with
an utterly bewildered expression.
“His bodyguard says you’re to go straight up,” he said in
shock. He pointed his finger towards an elevator. “Thirty-ninth floor. And, um,
congratulations, miss.”
“Thank you,” Josie murmured, tugging her knapsack higher on her
shoulder as she turned away. She felt the doorman watching her as she crossed
the elegant lobby, her flip-flops echoing against the marble floor. She numbly
got on the elevator. On the thirty-ninth floor, the door opened with a ding.
Cautiously, she crept out into a hallway.
“Welcome, Miss Dalton.” Two large, grim-looking bodyguards were
waiting for her. In a quick, professional motion, one of them frisked her as the
other one rifled through her bag.
“What are you checking for?” Josie said with an awkward laugh.
“You think I would bring a hand grenade? To a wedding proposal?”
The bodyguards did not return her smile. “She’s clear,” one of
them said, and handed her back the knapsack. “Please go in, Miss Dalton.”
“Um. Thanks.” Looking at the imposing door, she clutched her
bag against her chest. “He’s in there?”
He nodded sternly. “His Highness is expecting you.”
Josie swallowed hard. “Right. I mean, great. I mean...” She
turned back to them. “He’s a good guy, right? A good employer? He can be
trusted?”
The bodyguards stared back at her, their faces impassive.
“His Highness is expecting you,” the first one repeated in an
expressionless voice. “Please go in.”
“Okay.”
You robot,
she added
silently, irritated.
Whatever. She didn’t need reassurance. She’d just listen to her
intuition. To her heart.
Which meant Josie was
really
in
trouble. There was a reason her dying father had left her a large parcel of
Alaskan land in an unbreakable trust, which she could not receive until she was
either twenty-five—three years from now—or married. Even when she was a child,
Black Jack Dalton had known his naive, trusting younger daughter needed all the
help she could get. To say she could be naive about people was an
understatement.
But it’s a good quality,
Bree had
told her sadly two days ago.
I wish I had more of
it
.
Bree.
Josie could only imagine what
her older sister was going through right now, as a prisoner of that other
billionaire tycoon, Kasimir Xendzov’s brother. Closing her eyes, she took a deep
breath.
“For Bree,” she whispered, and flung open the penthouse
door.
The lavish foyer was empty. Stepping nervously across the
marble floor, hearing the echo of her steps, she looked up at a soaring
chandelier illuminating the sweeping staircase. This penthouse was like a
mansion in the sky, she thought in awe.
Josie’s lips parted when she saw the view through the
floor-to-ceiling windows. Crossing the foyer to the great room, she looked out
at the twinkling lights of the still-dark city, and beyond that, pink and orange
sunrise sparkling across the Pacific Ocean.
“So...you changed your mind.”
His low, masculine purr came from behind her. She stiffened
then, bracing herself, slowly turned around.
Prince Kasimir Xendzov’s incredible good looks still hit her
like a fierce blow. He was even more impossibly handsome than she remembered. He
was tall, around six foot three, with broad shoulders and a hard-muscled body.
His blue eyes were electric against tanned skin and dark hair. The expensive cut
of his dark suit and tie, and the gleaming leather of his black shoes spoke of
money—while the ruthlessness in his eyes and chiseled jawline screamed
power.
In spite of her efforts, Josie was briefly thunderstruck.
Normally, she had no problems talking to people. As far as she
was concerned, there was no such thing as a stranger. But Kasimir left her
tongue-tied. No man this handsome had ever paid her the slightest notice. In
fact, she wasn’t sure there
was
any other man on
earth with Kasimir’s breathtaking masculine beauty. Looking into his darkly
handsome face, she almost forgot to breathe.
“The last time I saw you, you said you’d never marry me.”
Kasimir slowly looked her over, from her flip-flops to her jeans and T-shirt.
“For
any
price.”
Josie’s cheeks turned pink. “Maybe I was a bit hasty,” she
stammered.
“You threw your drink in my face.”
“It was an accident!” she protested.
He lifted an incredulous dark eyebrow. “You jumped up and ran
out of the restaurant.”
“You just surprised me!” Three nights ago, on Christmas Eve,
Kasimir had called her at the Hale Ka’nani Hotel, where she was working as a
housekeeper. “My sister told me to never talk to you,” she’d blurted out when he
introduced himself. “I’m hanging up.”
“Then you’ll miss the best offer of your life,” he’d replied
silkily. He’d asked her to meet him at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant near
Waikiki Beach. In spite of knowing he was forbidden—or perhaps because of it—she
was intrigued by his mysterious proposal. And then she’d been even more shocked
to find out he’d meant a real proposal.
Marriage
.
“You ran away from me,” Kasimir said quietly, taking a step
towards her, “as if you were being chased by the devil himself.”
She swallowed.
“Because I did think you were the devil,” she whispered.
His blue eyes narrowed in disbelief. “This is your way of
saying you’ll marry me?”
She shook her head. “You don’t understand,” she choked out.
“You...”
Her throat closed. How could she explain that even though he
and his brother had ruined their lives ten years ago, she’d still been
electrified by Kasimir’s bright blue eyes when he’d asked her to marry him? How
to explain that, even though she knew it was only to get his hands on her land,
she’d been overwhelmed by too many years of yearning for some man, any man, to
notice her—and that she’d been tempted to blurt out
Yes,
betraying all her ideals about love and marriage?
How could she possibly explain such pathetic, naive stupidity?
She couldn’t.
“Why did you change your mind?” he asked in a low voice. “Do
you need the money?”
They did need to pay off the dangerous men who’d pursued them
for ten years, demanding payment of their dead father’s long-ago debts. But
Josie shook her head.
“Then is it the title of princess that you want?”
Josie threw him a startled glance. “Really?”
“Many women dream of it.”
“Not me.” She shook her head with a snort. “Besides, my sister
told me your title’s worthless. You might be the grandson of a Russian prince,
but it’s not like you actually own any land—”
Whoops. She cut off in midsentence at his glare.
“We once owned hundreds of thousands of acres in Russia,” he
said coldly. “And we owned the homestead in Alaska for nearly a hundred years,
since my great-grandmother fled Siberia. It is rightfully ours.”
“Sorry, but your brother sold your homestead to my father fair
and square!”
He took a step towards her.
“Against my will,” he said softly. “Without my knowledge.”
Josie took an unwilling step back from the icy glitter in his
blue eyes. A self-made billionaire, Kasimir Xendzov was known to be a ruthless,
heartless playboy whose main interest, even more than dating supermodels or
adding to his pile of money, was destroying his older brother, who had cheated
him out of their business partnership right before it would have made him
hundreds of millions of dollars.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked suddenly.
“No,” she lied, “why would I be?”
“There are...rumors about me. That I am more than ruthless.
That I am—” he tilted his head, his blue eyes bright “—half-insane, driven mad
by my hunger for revenge.”
Her mouth went dry. “It’s not true.” She gulped, then said
weakly, “Um, is it?”
He gave a low, threatening laugh. “If it were, I would hardly
admit it.” He turned away, pacing a step before he looked back at her. “So
you’ve changed your mind. But has it occurred to you,” he said softly, “that I
might have changed my mind about marrying
you?
”
Josie looked up with an intake of breath. “You—wouldn’t!”
He shrugged. “Your rejection of me three days ago was
definitive.”
Fear, real fear, rushed through Josie’s heart. She’d gambled
her last money to come here. Without Kasimir’s help, Bree would be lost. She’d
be Vladimir
Xendzov’s possession. His
slave.
Forever. Her shoulders felt tight as hot tears rushed behind her eyes.
Desperately, she grabbed his arm.
“No—please! You said you’d do anything to get the land back.
You said you made a promise to your dying father. You—” She frowned, suddenly
distracted by the hard muscle of his biceps. “Jeez, how much weight lifting do
you do?”
