#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • Incomparable storyteller Danielle Steel illuminates rarely glimpsed precincts of unimaginable wealth and power, where love and freedom are the most dangerous desires of all. Natasha Leonova’s beauty saved her life. Discovered starving on a freezing Moscow street by a Russian billionaire, she has lived for seven years under his protection, immersed in rarefied luxury, while he pursues his activities in a dark world that she guesses at but never sees. Her home is the world, often on one of Vladimir Stanislas’s spectacular yachts manned by scores of heavily armed crew members. Natasha’s job is to keep Vladimir happy, ask no questions, and be discreet. She knows her place, and the rules. She feels fortunate to be spoiled and protected, and is careful not to dwell on Vladimir’s ruthlessness or the deadly circles he moves in. She experiences only his kindness and generosity and believes he will always keep her safe. She is unfailingly loyal to him in exchange. Theo Luca is the son of a brilliant, world famous, and difficult artist, Lorenzo Luca, who left his wife and son with a fortune in artwork they refuse to sell. Lorenzo’s widow, Maylis, has transformed their home in St. Paul de Vence into a celebrated restaurant decorated with her late husband’s paintings, and treats it as a museum. There, on a warm June evening, Theo first encounters Natasha, the most exquisite woman he has ever seen. And there, Vladimir lays eyes on Luca’s artwork. Two dangerous obsessions begin. Theo, a gifted artist in his own right, finds himself feverishly painting Natasha’s image for weeks after their first meeting. Vladimir, enraged that Lorenzo’s works are not for sale, is determined to secure a painting at any price. And Natasha, who knows that she cannot afford to make even one false move, nevertheless begins to think of a world of freedom she can never experience as Vladimir’s mistress. She cannot risk her safety for another man, or even a conversation with him, as Theo longs for a woman he can never have. From Moscow to the Riviera, London, and Paris, The Mistress is a riveting tale of vast fortune, cruelty, creative genius, and daring courage, as uncompromising individuals chart a course for collision.
Merrion Palmer has been Judge Guy Stockdale's mistress for the last seven years and his wife and two grown-up sons know absolutely nothing about her.Up until now, Guy and Merrion have enjoyed a blissfully, uncomplicated relationship in stolen moments in Merrion's flat, and to the rest of the world, Guy has played the part of model husband, father and grandfather. But now the time has come for things to change.Guy has become conscious of wasted years and he wants to share his relationship with Merrion with the world.He wants, dammit, to marry her.Yet he is quite unprepared for the storm that will follow ...
A story you won’t forget from #1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author MAYA BANKS Mistress. It sounded so sordid, so impersonal, so far removed from the kind of relationship Marley Jameson had with Greek hotel magnate Chrysander Anetakis. Until it all came crashing down around them. Three months later, Marley awakened in the hospital with no memory of what happened before she got there. She couldn’t remember her past, Chrysander…or the baby she carried. All she knew was that when Chrysander showed up and whisked her away to his private Greek island, being with him felt like home. Until she remembered the truth… “Readers will be swept along in this whirlpool of love, jealousy, betrayal and forgiveness.” —RT Book Reviews on Wanted The Mistress was originally published as The Tycoon’s Pregnant Mistress.
Vivien is dumbfounded by a tabloid piece that says the affair her husband had two years ago was a lie. After that scandal she’d left her playboy husband, but it turns out he was innocent! She seeks him out to apologize for her past mistake, but the husband she hasn’t seen for years just gives her cold stare. Will he ever be able to forgive her?
He took one last long look at her before walking away and disappearing into the night. At that moment, Mandy knew her life would change forever . . . Mandy Sanderson is turning thirty and has everything going for her – dark ebony hair, flashing black eyes, flawless skin and a job she loves – yet, so far, true love has eluded her. Then, on the night of her birthday party, surrounded by friends she adores, Cupid strikes as Mandy and the gorgeous Jake Chaplin lock eyes across the restaurant and fall for one another in an instant. Jake is confident, successful, oozing with sex appeal and utterly irresistible. He is also married, with two children, and Mandy has always sworn not to break her own golden rule: never encourage a man to play away. Jake is used to getting what he wants, and this time it is Mandy he’s determined to win, and with Jake, seduction comes in more ways than one . . . Warm, sexy and heart-wrenchingly moving,The Mistress is written by one of Britain’s best-loved actresses and offers a refreshingly modern take on what it is that women want. www.readthemistress.com
A mistress-turned-wife with a dream marriage gone wrong. The perfect plan for payback. And fallout so explosive even winning may mean losing it all . . . The new Mrs. Rashad Eason can't believe it. She dreamed, schemed, and seduced her way to media adoration and a fairy-tale wedding to the lover she stole from his wife. But the honeymoon phase turns into something more shattering when the groom begins to reminisce about his ex, Kiara, and devises a plan to win her back. No way is Nicole going to stand for this. If she can't be the picket-fence wife, she'll be the picture-perfect, very rich widow. And sexing her ex-con first love will ensure his help—and keep her hot and satisfied through those lonely grieving nights . . . But in the game of love and revenge, everyone has a score to settle. And when karma rears its ugly head, no one can stay safe . . . Praise for If Your Wife Only Knew “A dramatic tale of betrayal.” —Booklist “Secrets, scandal, betrayal and revenge—there are no clean hands in the first book of this saga.” —RT Book Reviews
Based on intimate conversations recorded during the early years of their affair, The Mistress Contract is the true story of the contract signed four decades ago between an anonymous couple (attributed in the book simply as She and He), and the unique relationship that ensued. The contract She - a highly educated, divorced woman with a successful career, three children and a history of involvement in the feminist movement - asked her lover to sign proposed the following terms: He would provide her with a home and an income, while She would provide 'mistress services' - 'All sexual acts as requested, with suspension of historical, emotional, psychological disclaimers'. He agreed to her terms, and they found a kind of happiness that more traditional forms of commitment had never provided. They talked endlessly about why this was, and then began to tape their conversations. Now 88 and 93 years old respectively, She and He are still together. Was her suggestion a betrayal of all that she and the women of her generation had fought for? Or was it brave, honest, and radical? Provocative, unapologetic and inspiring, The Mistress Contract shines an unflinching and utterly compelling light on relations between the sexes and is bound to spark debate. The Mistress Contract is soon to be a Royal Court play, adapted by Abi Morgan and directed by Vicky Featherstone, starting in January 2014.
His male beauty moved her. His vulnerability touched her. His past horrified her... Anne Sommer, a spinster firmly on the shelf, does the unthinkable. She hires a man from the Blind Cupid brothel for a night of scandalous pleasure. Anne wants the sensual memories to keep her company in the lonely years ahead. However, she did not expect the young man to move her in ways she never imagined. Desmond Glover gives sexual gratification—for a price. An orphan whose childhood was mired in scandal and poverty, Desmond has learned to close off his emotions with regard to his occupation. He did not count on a lonely spinster to awaken his hidden passion. Not only do the years separate them, but so do their social standings. Can Anne and Desmond cross such a chasm and find mutual desire—or love? This short story was previously published with a different title. Revised, re-edited, and more than 7000 words added. Heat Level: Very sensual Book one of the Blind Cupid series. Book two is The Governess and the Beast. Book three is The Copper and the Madam.
Most days Kathleen O'Leary is a penniless maid. But tonight she takes a risk and masquerades as a glamorous heiress, thanks to a borrowed gown and her friends' sense of adventure. To her surprise, the ruse succeeds—even Dylan Kennedy, Chicago's most eligible bachelor, seems enraptured. But like Kathleen, Dylan isn't who he says he is. And before their true identities can be revealed to one another, fire erupts, sending rich and poor alike running for their lives. Now, though virtually strangers, Kathleen and Dylan must rely on each other for survival. And when the embers cool, they'll find that the greatest risk has been to their hearts….
Eine Trennung, eine große Liebe und eine Familie vollerimpulsiver Persönlichkeiten: Als Guy Stockdale, ehrwürdigerund erfahrener Richter, sich mit zweiundsechzig Jahren scheidenlassen will, um seine junge Geliebte zu heiraten, gibt eseinen Riesenskandal in der Familie. Wie soll seine Frau Lauraplötzlich allein zurechtkommen? Sein Sohn Simon ist außersich vor Wut. Nur Carrie, Simons Frau, beginnt auf einmal,sich für die geheimnisvolle junge Anwältin Marrion zu interessieren... Ein Familiendrama, so charmant und raffiniert,wie es nur Joanna Trollope gelingt.
“Inspired by a real-life unsolved mystery, this mesmerizing novel features characters that make a lasting impression.”--PEOPLE MAGAZINE "More meticulously choreographed than a chorus line. It all pays off."--THE NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW They say behind every great man, there's a woman. In this case, there are three. Stella Crater, the judge's wife, is the picture of propriety draped in long pearls and the latest Chanel. Ritzi, a leggy showgirl with Broadway aspirations, thinks moonlighting in the judge's bed is the quickest way off the chorus line. Maria Simon, the dutiful maid, has the judge to thank for her husband's recent promotion to detective in the NYPD. Meanwhile, Crater is equally indebted to Tammany Hall leaders and the city's most notorious gangster, Owney "The Killer" Madden. On a sultry summer night, as rumors circulate about the judge's involvement in wide-scale political corruption, the Honorable Joseph Crater steps into a cab and disappears without a trace. Or does he? After 39 years of necessary duplicity, Stella Crater is finally ready to reveal what she knows. Sliding into a plush leather banquette at Club Abbey, the site of many absinthe-soaked affairs and the judge's favorite watering hole back in the day, Stella orders two whiskeys on the rocks—one for her and one in honor of her missing husband. Stirring the ice cubes in the lowball glass, Stella begins to tell a tale—of greed, lust, and deceit. As the novel unfolds and the women slyly break out of their prescribed roles, it becomes clear that each knows more than she has initially let on. With a layered intensity and prose as effervescent as the bubbly that flows every night, The Wife, the Maid, and the Mistress is a wickedly entertaining historical mystery that will transport readers to a bygone era with tipsy spins through subterranean jazz clubs and backstage dressing rooms. But beneath the Art Deco skyline and amid the intoxicating smell of smoke and whiskey, the question of why Judge Crater disappeared lingers seductively until a twist in the very last pages.
Can a man love two women at once? On a March day filled with bright sunshine, they met at a convention in Kansas City. He was a New Yorker with a charming personality. She was a Southerner fresh on the heels of a divorce and ready to start anew. Neither of them knew that their lives were about to change forever. In Mistress, one woman shares a true account of her long-time love affair with a married man as she details intimate conversations, uncensored letters, and discreet encounters. She provides quotes, poems, and the results of her detailed research into infidelity as she offers an honest look into the lives of two strangers who are somehow unable to suppress their immediate attraction and eventual love for each other. He loved his wife and children-but he also loved her. Mistress provides a compelling look at the secret world these two lovers shared together for more than thirty years. "This book is engaging, romantic and well written. It is most delightful when the author paints pictures with her words and brings to life magic moments in time through her sensitive, imaginative, nuanced awareness of the thoughts, feelings and the wonderful details of environment, circumstances and dialogue. It feels as if you are somehow there in those magic moments. It is a personal love story that touches parts of us all." -David Schoen, Jungian Analyst, Poet and author of Divine Tempest; the Hurricane as Psychic Phenomenon
Guardian…and husband Helene Follet hasn't had close contact with Lord Burl Winterson since she chose to spend her life caring for his brother. Now she's forced to live under Burl's protection, because he has become guardian to her precious young son. Burl has grown hard and cynical over the years, while Helene covers her hurt with an ice-cool front. What she really craves is to finally find a loving home in his safe, strong arms. Neither can admit that they are still tantalised by the memory of one magical, fateful night…
Although reluctant to leave his fiancé, Francois de La Roche reluctantly embarks on a mission at sea for the King. Marooned and forgotten on an island that eventually claims all but 10 of the seventy souls aboard, Francois endures the five long years on her memory alone. However, when he finally sets foot back in France, he believes he's seen and committed too many horrors and is no longer worthy of her.Cosette de Montmorency was forced to accept life as a courtesan in order to support herself and young sister after Francois disappearance. After nine years, she's finally at the top of her game and catches the King's eye. When she is offered the role of his new royal mistress, she makes haste for court. Never expecting to see Francois not only alive, but still working for the King she'd come to court to seduce. The intense attraction they once shared is rekindled, but now forbidden. When their pasts entwine them in a web of court intrigue and lies, will they be able to deny their hearts true desire and work together to unravel the threads? Or will their passion again spell their doom, separating them once more only this time forever?
The manor behind the mists....The man behind the mystery.In 1873 San Francisco, spirited Ann Lovell takes a position no one else dares -- as governess to the motherless sons of the enigmatic Benedict Trevelyan. It has long been whispered that Trevelyan Manor hides dark secrets and sinister deeds -- including the murder of Benedict's wife. But Ann refuses to pay heed to spiteful rumor.As she grows to cherish her young charges, Ann also finds herself powerfully drawn to the handsome Benedict, whose passionate persuasion introduces her to a new world of sensual pleasures. But even while falling in love with the master of Trevelyan, Ann wonders if his attentions are intended to blind her to the secrets of the past -- and if Benedict holds he key to her destiny...or her destruction.
Time: more than a physical quantity.The flow of time: a mystery for physicists and philosophers alike. Fanny is neither a physicist nor a philosopher. Fanny is unique. The Only One Of Her Kind. In an era beyond our history, in an era of myths and mystery, it came to pass that only a few people mastered the art of defying time. Many centuries later, there is only one left who has mastered this art. And whether she is worthy of this art is not up for debate here. Nikolaus loves Sylvie. Sylvie loves Maximilian and Ritz and Nikolaus. And Ritz, as he calls himself, loves the lovely Anette. And Fanny? She loves Nikolaus. And Max. Fanny loves everyone and everyone loves Fanny. Above all else, however, Fanny loves the physical quantity of time. A tragic love, as we shall see. "Panta rhei," Fanny quotes Heraclitus, "everything flows." And by this she means time, the events within time, and possibly even more. A narrative that poses many questions and provides many answers. Yet not to the questions it poses. According to Brian Greene, a physicist at Columbia University in New York, the universe does not participate in our idea of the now. What is the future for one person may be the past for another, and vice versa. The notion that there is a now, a past and a future is nothing but an illusion. This novel was awarded with the Theodor Körner Prize for literature and written with the support of the Austrian Federal Ministry of Education and Women's Affairs.
Unter anderen Umständen würde Nora Sutherlin es genießen, nackt und gefesselt zu sein. Doch ihre Kidnapperin ist nicht an erotischen Spielen interessiert. Sie kennt nur ein Ziel: Rache an Søren, dem Mann, dem Nora mit Leib und Seele verfallen ist. Ihre Peinigerin stellt Nora vor die Wahl: Sie kann sich dafür entscheiden, ihren geliebten Søren zu töten - oder selbst zu sterben, damit Søren weiterleben darf. Doch dann wird er auf immer ein Gefangener sein. Nora weiß: Nichts wäre schlimmer für ihn, als sich einem anderen Menschen zu unterwerfen. Um ihm dieses Schicksal zu ersparen, ist sie gewillt, die ultimative Todsünde zu begehen. Langsam streckt sie die Hand nach dem Dolch aus, den die Entführerin ihr reicht, um ihrem Meister ein letztes Mal zu Willen zu sein ...
The great trees in Shenstone Park stood gaunt and bare, spreading wide arms over the sodden grass. All nature seemed waiting the first fall of winter’s snow, which should hide its deadness and decay under a lovely pall of sparkling white, beneath which a promise of fresh life to come might gently move and stir; and, eventually, spring forth. The Mistress of Shenstone moved slowly up and down the terrace, wrapped in her long cloak, listening to the soft “drip, drip” of autumn all around; noting the silent fall of the last dead leaves; the steely grey of the lake beyond; the empty flower-garden; the deserted lawn. The large stone house had a desolate appearance, most of the rooms being, evidently, closed; but, in one or two, cheerful log-fires blazed, casting a ruddy glow upon the window-panes, and sending forth a tempting promise of warmth and cosiness within. A tiny white toy-poodle walked the terrace with his mistress—an agitated little bundle of white curls; sometimes running round and round her; then hurrying on before, or dropping behind, only to rush on, in unexpected haste, at the corners; almost tripping her up, as she turned. “Peter,” said Lady Ingleby, on one of these occasions, “I do wish you would behave in a more rational manner! Either come to heel and follow sedately, as a dog of your age should do; or trot on in front, in the gaily juvenile manner you assume when Michael takes you out for a walk; but, for goodness sake, don’t be so fidgety; and don’t run round and round me in this bewildering way, or I shall call for William, and send you in. I only wish Michael could see you!” The little animal looked up at her, pathetically, through his tumbled curls—a soft silky mass, which had earned for him his name of Shockheaded Peter. His eyes, red-rimmed from the cold wind, had that unseeing look, often noticeable in a very old dog. Yet there was in them, and in the whole pose of his tiny body, an anguish of anxiety, which could not have escaped a genuine dog-lover. Even Lady Ingleby became partially aware of it. She stooped and patted his head. “Poor little Peter,” she said, more kindly. “It is horrid, for us both, having Michael so far away at this tiresome war. But he will come home before long; and we shall forget all the anxiety and loneliness. It will be spring again. Michael will have you properly clipped, and we will go to Brighton, where you enjoy trotting about, and hearing people call you ‘The British Lion.’ I verily believe you consider yourself the size of the lions in Trafalgar Square! I cannot imagine why a great big man, such as Michael, is so devoted to a tiny scrap of a dog, such as you! Now, if you were a Great Dane, or a mighty St. Bernard—! However, Michael loves us both, and we both love Michael; so we must be nice to each other, little Peter, while he is away.”