The Husband She Never Knew,Used

Product Description What he wants, he takes!Cruelly discarded on her wedding night, Noelle Ducasse buries the shame of being an untouched bridecreating a new, glamorous life to mask the relentless ache of loneliness. Until Ammar returnsThe image of Noelle's guileless eyes lingers with Ammar still. Noelle can refuse him all she likes, but this time the ruthless Ammar will not be denied. He'll spend each moment of each night proving thatno matter how much her mind denies itshe will melt under her husband's exquisite touch. About the Author Kate Hewitt has worked a variety of different jobs, from drama teacher to editorial assistant to church youth worker, but writing romance is the best one yet. She also writes short stories and serials for women's magazines, and all her stories celebrate the healing and redemptive power of love. Kate lives in a tiny village with her husband, five children, and an overly affectionate Golden Retriever. Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Ammar Tannous scanned the crowded ballroom of the Parisian hotel with a coldly dispassionate air, his mouth a compressed line. Somewhere amidst this glittering throng his wife waited. Although waited, he acknowledged, was the wrong word; Noelle had no idea he was here. She might not even know he was alive.He narrowed his eyes as he shouldered his way through the crowd, noting the way conversations sputtered into silence, followed by the hiss of surprised speculation. The newspapers, he knew, had carried the story of his miraculous escape from a helicopter crash two months ago, although he hadn't been front page news. He never was. Ammar always kept a low profile; working for Tannous Enterprises required he maintain an intense privacy. Still, some here recognised him.'Mr Tannous' A thin, nervous man approached him, looking, Ammar saw, not just nervous but scared out of his wits. Ammar tried to place the face, but he had done business with too many people to recall every frightened underling who had experienced the punishing power of Tannous Enterprises's fist. 'I was going to make an appointment..' the man stammered, fluttering his hands in apology. 'Once I heard the news..The news that he was alive. Not very good news for most people, Ammar knew. Now he remembered the man, if not his name. He had a small clothing factory outside Paris and Ammar's father had become lienholder. He'd called in the loan just before his death in an attempt to bankrupt the man and cease his paltry competition with Tannous's own interests.'I'm not here about that,' Ammar said tersely. 'If you wish to make an appointment, call my office.''Yesof course'Without another word Ammar moved past him. He could have assured the man he wasn't going to enforce his father's claim, but the words stuck in his throat. In any case, he didn't want rumours to start flying, or his business associates and allies to wonder or worry.All he wanted was Noelle.It had been her face, the memory of her smile that had driven his survival. When he'd been starving and dying of thirst, wounded and feverish, he'd longed for her. He might not have seen her in a decade, he might have sent her away only months after they'd married, but he intended to find her nowand finally claim her as his wife.His expression grimmer than ever before, Ammar moved forward through the crowd.'Someone is looking for you, and he seems rather ferocious.'Noelle Ducasse turned at the sound of her friend Amelie's voice, a smile firmly curving her lips, her flute of champagne held aloft. 'Oh, really? Should I start quivering?''Perhaps.' Amelie took a sip of her own drink as she surveyed the crowd. 'He's about six foot four with a nearshaven head and a horrible scar on his face. The whole look is rather sexy, mind you, but also a bit fearsome.' Amelie raised her elegantly plucked eyebrows, clearly curious. 'Does that description ring a bell?''Not really.' Noelle gave her friend, always prone t