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Black Widow Bride (Silhouette Desire #1794)
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Black Widow Bride (Silhouette Desire #1794)

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by Tessa Radley

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Her attempt at seduction the night before his marriage had nearly been his undoing. Wealthy businessman Damon Asteriades had pushed aside all thoughts of brash Rebecca Grainger for years, until circumstances forced him to bring her back to his family's estate. There was no reason for him to become further involved with the woman society had dubbed the black widow


Her attempt at seduction the night before his marriage had nearly been his undoing. Wealthy businessman Damon Asteriades had pushed aside all thoughts of brash Rebecca Grainger for years, until circumstances forced him to bring her back to his family's estate. There was no reason for him to become further involved with the woman society had dubbed the black widow bride…save the intense passion that still burned hot between them.

That, and a three-year-old secret she was protecting.

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Silhouette Desire Series , #1794
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4.20(w) x 6.50(h) x 0.60(d)

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How had it all gone so horribly wrong?

Rebecca Grainger wrapped her arms around her stomach, nausea welling up. If she could only stop thinking about it, then maybe the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach would subside. The wedding was her priority, Rebecca told herself. Focus on that. She'd already been paid for arranging it—in full—the cheque flung at her last night.

Last night. That kiss. No, don't think about last night. Concentrate on the wedding. An Asteriades event. A desperate glance swept the tables laden with glittering silver cutlery and Baccarat glasses, the slim crystal vases each bearing six glorious long-stemmed white roses on the tables.

Naturally she'd had unlimited resources at her disposal, and no expense had been spared for Damon Asteriades's wedding. The vaulted ballroom ceiling ofAuckland's San Lorenzo Hotel had been draped in soft white folds of fabric to give the dreamy, romantic mood of a bower. Garlands of ivy and hothouse white roses festooned the walls, filling the ballroom with heady scent. "Soula?,

her attention to the dance an uncharacteristic display across the top of his bride's revealing astonishment but Rebecca couldn't help was right now—in hell.

She couldn't bear to watch. She closed her eyes. Her head ached with a combination of inner tension, the strain of the day and the residue of last night's wine. She wanted the wedding over. Done. So that she could rid her mouth of the bitter taste of betrayal.

"Come. Time for us to join them."

Rebecca's painful thoughts were jogged by a touch on her cold, clammy arm, and she became abruptly aware that the music from the stylish ensemble on theraised dais was fading. Savvas, the bridegroom's brother and best man, stared at her expectantly.

She forced a smile. "Sorry, Savvas. I was miles away." He gave her a wide grin. "Stop worrying, everything's magnificent. The flowers, the menu, the cake, the dress. Women will be queuing for you to organise their perfect day."

Rebecca blinked at Savvas's enthusiasm. Organising yet another Auckland high-society wedding was the last thing she wanted; yet she was thankful that he'd put her distraction down to anxiety about the success of the function. No one— not Savvas, nor anyone else—knew why she had fretted all day. Or why the memory of these particular nuptials would cast a pall over every wedding for years to come.

Oh, God, how could she have been so stupid last night! "Come." Savvas tugged her hand insistently.

She dug her sandal-clad toes in, not budging. "I don't dance at weddings I've organised." Over Savvas's shoulder she met the bridegroom's narrow-eyed gaze, read the disdain.

It hurt.

More fool her. She dragged her attention back to Savvas. He chuckled, oblivious to the tension that strung her tighter than the violinist's bowstring, his blue eyes lighting up with merriment, eyes so like his brother's that her heart jolted. No, she reprimanded herself, don't go there!

"No excuses. you're not working tonight, you must dance.

Come. It's traditional, the maid of honor and best man join in next. Look, everyone's waiting."

A rapid glance around told Rebecca he was right. Hordes of exquisitely dressed couples had flocked to the edge of the dance floor and stood waiting for them. Even Damon's mother was there, her eyes sympathetic. Rebecca raised her chin. Instinctively she touched the opal pendant that rested just above her breasts.

And then her gaze collided with blue. A cold, icy blue. Damon Asteriades was glaring now, disapproval evident in the hard slash of his mouth, his bride clamped in his arms.

His bride.


Her best friend.

Rebecca tossed her head, slid her chilled hand into the crook of the arm Savvas offered and, forcing a parody of a smile onto her lips, allowed him to lead her onto the floor, the flouncy skirt of her scarlet dress swirling around her legs.

She would dance. Damn Damon Asteriades! She would laugh, too, wouldn't let Damon glimpse the misery in her heart, the emptiness in her soul. Damon would never know what it had cost her to organise his wedding to Fliss, to help Fliss with the myriad choices of music, flowers, fabrics, or how sick and despondent she had felt trudging up the aisle behind the pair of them.

Nor would he ever know of her quiet desperation when the white-and-gold-robed priest had pronounced them man and wife. Of the ache that had sharpened as the bridal couple had turned to face the congregation. Fliss had been pale, but she'd managed to give Damon a flirtatious glance from under her lashes. And Damon had sought Rebecca's gaze, his eyes blazing with triumph, as if to say, Nothing you can do now.

Oh, yes, she'd dance. She'd be as outrageous as ever, and not a soul would guess at the agony hidden beneath the brittle facade. They'd see what they always saw: brazen, independent Rebecca.

Never again would she allow herself to become vulnerable to this raw, consuming emotion. It hurt too much.

She smiled determinedly up at Savvas as he put an arm around her shoulder and ignored the glower from the midst of the dance floor.

"Hey, brother, my turn to dance with the bride."

Startled by Savvas's words, Rebecca surfaced from the numb place to which she'd retreated, a place where she felt nothing. No pain, no emotion. The sudden stop brought her back to the present, back to the ballroom. Savvas stepped away as the romantic melody faded.

In front of her stood her nemesis, the man she knew she would never escape.

Even in this dim light his blue gaze glittered. Only the bent blade of a nose that had clearly been broken more than once saved his face from the classic beauty his full mouth and impossibly high cheekbones promised. Instead it created a face filled with danger, utterly compelling and ruthlessly sensual. A modern-day pirate.

Hastily she looked away, grabbing for her departing dance partner.


But Savvas was gone, spinning Fliss away, Fliss's wedding dress fanning out against his legs. Feeling utterly alone, Rebecca waited, heart thudding with apprehension, refusing to look at Damon.

"So, you are now trying to seduce my brother? Another crack at the Asteriades fortune, hmm?, Her head shot back at the cynical words. There was something dark and tumultuous in his eyes.

He was angry?

What about her?

What gave him the right to judge her? He didn't even know her—hadn't had the slightest inclination to get to know her."

"Go to hell," she muttered through grimly smiling teeth and swung away.

"Oh, no, Rebecca." A hard hand caught her elbow. "It's not going to be that easy. I'm not going to allow you to cause a scene and leave me standing alone on the dance floor. you're not making a fool of me."

Rebecca tried to wrench free. The grip tightened. Big. Strong. Powerful. She didn't have a hope of escaping Damon Asteriades. But the last thing in the world she wanted today was to be held in his arms, to dance with him.


She must have said it aloud, because his mouth flattened as he twirled her around to face him.

"Yes," he hissed. His eyes had turned to flat, unforgiving cobalt chips. "You will dance with me." His right hand moved to rest on her waist as the joyous bars of the next waltz struck up. "For once in your selfish life you will do something for someone else. I will not allow you to destroy Felicity's day."

As he'd already destroyed her.

Rebecca wanted to laugh hysterically. Damon had no idea—no idea that he would destroy Fliss, too. Dear, beloved Fliss, the closest thing she had to a sister. Her best friend. Her business partner. Or at least she had been until last night when, after the final wedding rehearsal, Fliss had signed her share in Dream Occasions over to Rebecca.

And why? Because Damon had demanded it.

The lord and master had made it clear he wanted all ties to Rebecca severed, and Fliss had obeyed. Rebecca had been hotly, impulsively furious. Yet under the fury there had simmered the unspeakable pain of betrayal. Rebecca knew why Fliss had capitulated. Hell, she even understood why her friend was so desperate to marry a man to whom she was so totally unsuited.

But Fliss should've known better, should never have agreed to marry him. Yet how could Fliss refuse? Because Fliss craved security—as Rebecca once had. Unlike a heroine tied to the train tracks in one of those ancient black-and-white movies, Fliss didn't see the danger. She saw only Damon's solid strength. His power and wealth.

Damon was too strong. he'd dominate her. Fliss would never stand up to him. Rebecca feared Fliss would wither and die. So last night Rebecca had decided to take matters into her own hands.

A cold line of goose bumps swept her spine. Rebecca gave a convulsive shiver at the memory of what had happened next.

And afterward."

God! She would never forget the thrust of Damon's anger, his contempt—or his furious passion—as long as she lived. Not even the gallons of red wine she'd consumed later had dimmed the pain, the knowledge of what that one last desperate shot had cost.

"Fliss," she said gently as Damon's hand enfolded hers— trapping her—as he led her into the waltz.

Damon glared down at her, uncomprehending. "She likes to be called Fliss. Or hasn't she told you that yet?, His black eyebrows drew together, and she was terribly aware of the heat of his hand on her waist, of the intimate pressure of his palm against hers, of his hot, sexy scent.

"Her name is Felicity," he said repressively. "It's beautiful. A happy name. The other sounds insubstantial, like fairy floss."

"But she hates it. Or don't her wishes matter to you?, The name reminded Fliss of less happy times, of a childhood where she'd been shy, small for her age—of the bullying she'd endured at school as the child of a foster home, of the stark discipline meted out by foster parents who had their own two daughters to love. Rebecca knew because she'd been there, raised by the same distant but well-meaning couple. How could she explain it to Damon? She couldn't! Rebecca reminded herself she was no longer the rock in Fliss's life. It was up to Fliss to tell her husband what she chose.

Momentarily Damon looked taken aback, but already his face was hardening. "It has nothing to do with you what I call my wife. All I ask is that you refrain from ruining this day."

My wife.

Again the agonising sharpness pierced her heart. Rebecca pushed the pain away. She'd deal with it later, much later, when this appalling day was over and she was alone.

"And how would I do that?, She raised a brow, pretending an insouciance she was far from feeling, here, trapped within the heat of his arms, mindless of the other dancing couples surrounding them. "Savvas told me that everything is stunning— the flowers—the wedding dress—the wedding cake—that it's a Dream Occasion. How could I possibly ruin it?, Each word she uttered was another blow to her already battered heart.

But he didn't smile at her intentional pun on her business's name. Instead his glower darkened. "Don't be obtuse. I'm not doubting your professional ability, it's your penchant for stirring up trouble that has me worried."

If only she could hate him.

Damon despised her.And, at this moment, she didn't like him much either. To be quite honest, more than anything in the world she wanted to kill Damon Asteriades, business tycoon, billion-aire—and the blindest, most stubborn, most controlling man she'd ever met. If he'd been more attuned to her, he would've known that Fliss would be safe, that there'd be no catfight on the dance floor tonight. Rebellion stirred within Rebecca. Perhaps she should give him cause to worry. Punish him a little.

She gave her slowest, most sultry smile. "Trouble? People say that's my middle name."

"You are trouble." His lips barely moved. His eyes were harder than the diamonds that graced Fliss's neck. "I don't want you talking to Savvas. Leave him alone. you're not getting your talons into my brother."

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Guest More than 1 year ago
Tessa Radley's romance far exceeds the debut label. Black Widow Bride is a complete with passionate emotions, complex multi-layered characters, an intriguing plot and a magnificent surprise ending. The passion sparks between the two main characters with an electricity on the edge of exploding. They hate each other! Tessa Radley transforms that electricity into a depth and passion not just of the bodies but of the soul, a love born from the past deep sadness within her characters. The emotions are passionate, the betrayals deep and the past histories complex. Radley creates rich characters not often found in short romances by balancing the immediate emotion with complex character histories. She reveals the past layer upon layer as the plot develops, building the suspense through her characters. The scenes between Rebecca and her son T.J. are some of the best kid scenes I have read and so integrated into the plot. Radley creates a portrait of a mother's deep love and a child's curiosity without any of the sappy or overplayed sentimentality or cuteness I see too much elsewhere, especially on television. Very nice indeed! The ending was a nice surprise. I expected one thing --- it just had to be that way ---- that is the typical formula... but I was wrong! Such a nice and welcome complication!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I wasn't sure of the book in the beginning with the storyline, but it really took off and fonally got a backbone in the very end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved the story and the twists and turns at the end. Not the same HEA story...even better! Kept me interested all the way through.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The twists the tears. I read this straight thru. Couldnt put it down. Have read a few of her books and loved them decided to get her whole list and have begun the journey to finish them all. If they are all as good as the first they vould only get better.
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