UK - Jun 08 ; US - Jun 09 ; OZ/NZ - Aug 08

One night of hot loving...

Gorgeous millionaire Rhys Maitland is tired of women throwing themselves at him because of his power and wealth. When he meets beauty Sienna Rendel, Rhys decides to hide the truth, and insists on being with her for one night only...

Sienna's quite happy with Rhys's offer of fast, furious lovemaking! She doesn't know she's being pleasured by a secret millionaire, but when she and Rhys realise one night isn't enough, they'll have to strip themselves bare - in every sense!

CHAPTER ONE

Sydney : sun, surf and shopping. All that was missing was the sex.

Sienna smiled as she crossed the beach, the soles of her feet tingling on the hot sand. Beautiful bodies decorated the shore and she cruised through them, winding her way back up to the footpath.

Oh yeah. If she ever went to a doctor again this would be the only prescription she'd pay attention to. One week of pure holiday - preparation time before her big adventure. Her first week where no one knew of her health or her history - the fresh beginning she'd been hanging out half her life for.

She paused to let a couple stroll by in front of her. Tried not to envy the way the woman oh-so-casually wore her teeny tiny triangles of material - a.k.a. her bikini. Crimson red with shoestring straps, it revealed more than it concealed and she had both the body and boldness to wear it. Sienna didn't have either. She didn't want the looks, the ill-concealed curiosity or pity. She didn't want the speculation full stop, hence her throat-high top - even though it did cling and her miniskirt was more on the mini than the skirt side. And sure she'd spotted the odd sideways glance her way from a couple of men. As usual she'd shied away from them. She could never show her cleavage the way that woman did.

Irritation increased her pace and she lectured her wavering confidence - must improve assertiveness quotient!

How was she ever going to tick her way through her list of 'must achieve' activities if she couldn’t even hold a stranger's gaze for more than a split-second? How was that 'living in the moment' - her new motto?

Suddenly touched by melancholy she crossed the street, moving away from the beach and into the pub, club and café scene. She needed to buck up, wasn't it her New Year's resolution to live life to the max? Take no prisoners? Maybe she'd go dancing with the girls she'd met at the hostel the previous night. Full of adventure and fun they'd be able to teach her a few tricks. At least she could hang on for the ride and watch. But that was what she was sick of - being the one on the sidelines, unable to participate because she wasn't allowed. Well now she was allowed. And there was no one here to tell her she couldn't, wouldn't or shouldn't. But nor was there anyone to tell her she could, would or should either. She wished Lucy were here, her crazy friend who had all the gumption and the heart as well. The one who'd made her restricted life so much fun for all those years. But she'd had to come away alone - needing to prove to herself that she could do it. Because then she'd truly believe it and could insist others recognise it too.

She glanced at her watch. A bit after 3pm, the lunch crowd had moved on and everyone was back at work - except the tourists, travellers and holidaymakers like her. The restaurant and club a couple of blocks down from the hostel had its doors wide open - circulating air on the steamy Sydney day where the humidity was high and the thunder storm approaching. She hoped it would happen soon, she wasn't used to the hard-to-breathe air.

Then she heard it. Boom, boom, hiss; boom, boom, hiss - the unmistakable strike of stick on drum and cymbal. It stopped and then started again. Then she heard the twang of a rough chord on an electric guitar followed by a disembodied male voice,

"One, one. Two, t-t-t-two."

Sound check.

Suddenly she felt right at home, right at ease, and her legs just walked her in there - right into the open bar that was closed for business. To where the band was onstage and the rehearsal was happening. Four guys were up there, dressed in shorts and tees and the lead singer had the skinny boy star look and mandatory crazy hair. She slipped in the back, enjoying the breeze from the fans, watched the drummer with envy, her fingers itching.

"I'm sorry you can't stay here. The bar's not open yet."

Reluctantly she dragged her gaze from the drum kit to the man who'd walked up beside her. She blinked. Once. Again. Then rapidly a couple more times to try make her silly eyes focus. My God. So men like that really did exist? The kind that would have every woman in the vicinity immediately doing their pelvic floor exercises because they knew, absolutely knew, that keeping up with him in the bedroom would require some spectacular performance.

Sienna's whole body tensed - especially her pelvic floor.

Steely grey eyes with a smidgeon of green regarded her. They were surrounded by dark lashes and topped with strongly curved dark brows. Great combination. But it was his mouth that had her flexing - the fullest, most sensual lips she'd ever seen on a man.

She blinked again and broke the contact. Looked down and in that spec of time took in his exhilarating appearance once more. He wore designer board shorts with artless ease and a closefitting cotton tee shirt. His dark hair was clipped short and his sandals were of soft looking leather. Details burnt into her brain in rapid-fire succession. But it was his hands she lingered on. Large palms and long fingers - he'd have no trouble reaching a couple of octaves on the piano. Nails so neat you'd think they'd been professionally manicured.

He must be gay.

She saw his glance slip over her, as he paused too. Saw the hint of censure cloud into something else. The green light grew. The go ahead signal. Attraction.

Not gay.

She snuck in a breath and remembered what she'd been going to ask.

"You mind if I watch a while?" Her voice seemed to have lost all power. It was some pathetic trickle of its usual timbre and the way he was looking at her, she'd lose all ability to speak or think at all. Man he was hot.

He kept staring at her and she stared back, intrigued to see the green in his eyes intensify. His stance, with his arms banded across his chest, showed off the breadth of his shoulders and emphasised his masculine triangular shape. His shirt pulled at the seams slightly, struggling to contain the breadth of the bone and muscle beneath. Finally he opened his mouth to answer when the singer got in first.

"It's ok Rhys. She can stay. Can you bring in the other amp?" The singer seemed to have forgotten about the microphone and shouted - the result so loud Sienna jumped. So did Mr Handsome Stranger.

Rhys. He jerked his head to the stage, looking like he'd just remembered where he was. She saw a glance flicker between all the men, had no problem interpreting it. That was ok. She'd been in and around bands long enough to know what they thought. Groupie? Not today. Well certainly not for any of the musicians.

But their roadie? My God. She'd never seen a roadie like that before.

She watched as he walked behind the bar to wherever to get the missing equipment.

The singer smiled at her. "Come sit and watch for a while if you want."

She managed to work her dry mouth into some sort of smile and walked to a table near the front - one that gave a good view to the back of the bar. She sat, stretched her legs out and let the air circulate around her, resting her body from the heat of the sun. She could cool down here for a moment and let the rhythm of the drum sooth her disgruntled soul.

Two minutes later Rhys the roadie came back in carrying a large black case. He strode past her to put it on the stage. Gave the singer a mock salute and returned to the bar. She honed in on his every movement. So much for cooling off - just looking at him made her sweat.

Across the tables, he stood level with her, looming in the corner of her eye. She tried to concentrate on the musicians but couldn't help her sidelong observance of Mr Utterly Attractive. He wasn't even trying to hide the fact he was looking at her. He stood with his back against the bar, arms across his chest again, and coolly watched her watching the band.

She forced herself to focus on the music. Succeeded for a time - well her eyes at any rate. Her brain was still assessing his magnificent features. She caught movement to the side and no way could she not look. He'd turned to reach across the bar behind him. She watched, forgetting the musicians entirely, as he stretched his body out. Under that tee was a flat wall of muscle. A perfect physical specimen. Sienna, like most people, could appreciate beauty. And his was breathtaking.

He turned back, bottle of water in his hand and speared her gaze. With a wry turn to his lips he subtly lifted the bottle in her direction, a tiny silent toast, and then sipped.

Finding herself mirroring his swallowing action, and finding her throat rawly dry, she registered her own incredible thirst. Not necessarily for water. What it would be to lick away the drops from his lips. To have him turn into her and take her mouth, giving her exactly what she needed right now. She shivered, her heat almost a fever. She remembered herself and refocused. The slight smile, the tiny tug at the corner of his mouth put her on guard. There was knowledge in his eyes. Sinful awareness. Awfully she realised he'd had a direct view into her head and seen exactly what she'd been thinking. From his expression, he didn't think the idea was too bad either.

She turned back to the band and this time really put the blinkers on. Not going to look his way at all. Unbelievable. Her insides churned. She wanted him. He was exactly what she'd been looking for and never expected to find. A man who'd take the sexiest-man-alive title unchallenged. A man who, with just a look, told her she was beautiful.

Despondency dampened her burgeoning excitement. That look would change the minute he saw her - really saw her. Attraction would fade to pity - and fear. Sienna hated seeing fear in the eyes of a lover. It didn't exactly make her feel desirable. It didn't make her feel normal and for once, just once, she wanted normal. And that put her crazy fantasy in mind once more. Number one on her list of life experiences. She'd penned it in her journal only this morning on the beach. Front page, fifteenth volume. And she meant it this time, she was going to fulfil at least one New Year's resolution. Could she attempt it? Could she really get away with it?

She pushed a breath out as her fingers toyed with the high neck of her tee shirt. She hadn't a chance. No way could she ever manage it. Lovers tended to get naked. Sienna didn't want naked - not her at any rate - because then the fun would end and the pity party would start.

She glared at the sticks hitting the drum. Watched the relentless strike on the skin, wanting a hypnotic effect. Failed. She flicked a glance back to the bar, unable to stop her need to at least look at him one last time.

An acute and way over the top crush of disappointment flooded her when she saw he wasn't there.

He'd gone.

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From the book Pleasured by the Secret Millionaire
by Natalie Anderson
Harlequin Mills & Boon Modern Heat
Publication Date: June 2008
ISBN: 9780733587436
Copyright © 2008 by Natalie Anderson
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The edition published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A.
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This touching love-at-first-sight story is filled with heartfelt emotion, but the real treat is when the characters begin to open up to each other and reveal their secrets as attraction turns to love.
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Pleasured by the Secret Millionaire... blends sizzling sexual chemistry, scintillating sex scenes, intense romance and poignant emotional development which will keep readers everywhere glued to their seats! - Pink Heart Society

Pleasured by the Secret Millionaire is a terrific and enjoyable contemporary romance featuring two flawed and richly drawn characters that sparkles with wit, style, sophistication, passion and intense romance! Natalie Anderson's terrific Modern Heats are not to be missed and readers looking for a slice of romantic escapism laced with a dose of realism will not want to miss Ms. Anderson's outstanding contemporary romance novels! - Cataromance

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