A collection of three erotic romance novellas from the Secret Library series.
Three hot romance novellas that take the reader from the depths of the ocean to the heights of ecstasy. Sail with the dive team whose passions erupt in and out of the water, take a trip to Paris, the most romantic city in the world, and meet a feisty restaurant critic whose life needs the spice only a sultry Spaniard can provide. Fall in love again and again with the sensual stories in this collection.
In Too Deep by Seren Ellis-Owen
Newly single and fired from her job, scuba instructor Carys heads to the Red Sea to work on a luxury dive yacht. She soon finds herself attracted to its captain, the gorgeous Zaid, and the feeling is mutual – but, as he’s under pressure to put duty before pleasure, their budding romance soon sails into stormy waters. And that’s before her ex arrives, with a girlfriend from hell in tow, to stir things up even more. Can Carys handle all the complications and unfinished business – or has she sunk out of her depth this time?
A French Affair by Lucy Felthouse
Sydney Tyler is renting a barn conversion in Northern France, planning to spend the fortnight getting some words down on her novel. Unfortunately, construction work in the other half of the building puts an end to her peace and quiet. Genuinely upset that the builders are going to disturb her, the property’s handsome English owner, Harry Bay, offers to make it up to her. He’s a little flirtatious, and after spotting his wedding ring, Sydney keeps him at arm’s length. Sexy as he is, she has no intention of getting involved with a married man. But when Sydney learns the truth about Harry, will their mutual attraction spur them on to work through their emotional baggage and make this more than just a French affair?
Spice It Up by Zara Stoneley
Food critic Ellie Chiltern isn’t happy when she’s sent to review Pinchos tapas bar, the waiter is more Birmingham than Barcelona and the tapas are as lukewarm as her last relationship. She’s struggling to find a positive, until she’s confronted by the only authentic piece of Spain in the bar – Lucas. When Lucas Martinez sees Ellie, he realises she could be the final nail in the coffin – or the ideal person to help turn the place and its image around. But persuading her to trust him isn’t easy – especially when there’s something burning between them that’s far spicier than the food ever was.
PREVIEW - SPICE IT UP
The sigh escaped before she could stop it. ‘Shall we just give up and go home?’ There had to be an easier way of earning enough money to pay the bills. Well, there was, she knew there was; this job was just a means to an end. All she had to do was stop being a wuss and get to the end.
‘No way, go on do your food critic stuff. Please?’
‘OK. Home of the tapas, each one a mouthwatering explosion of flavour that transports you instantly to the land of sunshine and dreams, of freshness and vitality.’ She paused and peered over the piece of bread at Kate.
‘Go on, don’t stop now. I like it when you come over all flowery.’
‘God, why am I doing this?’ She could be at home with a nice glass of wine watching some old film on the TV.
‘Because you’re good at it, go on.’
‘I can’t. I just cannot write a review on this place.’
‘Go on, don’t stop.’ Kate nodded in the direction of the tapas that Ellie had dropped back onto the plate, and she reluctantly picked it up again. ‘Anyhow, you’ve got to do it, or you don’t get paid.’
‘Thanks for reminding me.’ And reminding me about the pile of unpaid bills and the job I loved and lost. She looked at the piece of bread again. Still, lost was lost, the past was just that. Working in marketing had been good, fast moving, and every day a fresh challenge to come up with new pictures, new words that were snappy enough to grab the headlines. New clients to excite and motivate. Until a few – well, nearly all of them if she was honest – had been forced to cut down on their budgets. Personally, she thought it was a false economy. Surely when you were short of customers it was the time to dig deep and search out more, not give up and keel over. But who was she to judge? Just one of the ones who had lost a job, which she supposed made her slightly biased.
At least being a food critic meant she could still write, even if she did have to be a bit more verbose, and it did mean she got to actually eat good food instead of just watch it being photographed. Sometimes. She grimaced; it was the other times that were a pain in the arse, when the words “good” and “food” did not want to go together, didn’t even want to inhabit the same continent.
‘Come to Pinchos Bar and watch every Spanish dream dissolve before your eyes. Mouthwatering becomes eye-watering, your succulent pork will be from a piggy that has surely been to hell and back.’ Kate sniggered, and Ellie went on, ‘Every last bit of moisture and taste sucked from the tender meat with unerring precision so that the word “dried” takes on a whole new meaning.’ She turned the food slowly like some exotic exhibit, trying to ignore the giggles and keep a straight face and even tone. ‘Piquant sauce blended to a tasteless puree that has drawn every last trace of the sweet vine from the tomato, adding nothing back, and –’
‘And?’ The soft, male voice at her shoulder made her jump. She’d been concentrating so hard on proving her point to Kate that she really, really couldn’t write a sensible food review on the place that she hadn’t noticed the waiter sneak up on them.
She looked up instinctively and almost wished she hadn’t as he walked round into full view. No one had ever looked at her quite that hard before, and it made her feel jumpy, and nervous like she was some naughty schoolgirl about to get spanked. Spanked? Where the hell had that thought come from?