Rescued By The Brooding Tycoon

Rescued By The Brooding Tycoon

Product Description Darius Falcon needs a fresh start?and what better place than his inherited island, sleepy Herringdean? But his ruthless reputation precedes him, and the locals fear hell change their home. Harriet Connor is no different. Widow Harriet is content with her beloved dog and lifeboat rescue work. She doesnt need some upstart tycoon ruining it all! Yet, after rescuing Darius from a capsized boat, she recognizes that there is more beneath his brooding surface Can Darius make her see that she might need rescuing just as much as he does? About the Author Lucy Gordon cut her writing teeth on magazine journalism, interviewing many of the worlds most interesting men, including Warren Beatty and Roger Moore. Several years ago, while staying Venice, she met a Venetian who proposed in two days. They have been married ever since. Naturally this has affected her writing, where romantic Italian men tend to feature strongly. Two of her books have won a Romance Writers of America RITA Award. You can visit her website at www.lucy-gordon.com. Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. It was the burst of beauty that caught Darius unaware. He didnt regard himself as a man vulnerable to beauty. Efficiency, ruthlessness, financial acumen, these things could be counted on. Hed been driven to hire a helicopter on the English mainland and fly five miles across the sea to the little island of Herringdean. Since it was now his property, it made good sense to inspect it briefly on his way to an even more important meeting. Good sense. Cling to that, since everything else had failed him. But the sudden vision of sunlit sea, the waves glittering as they broke against the sand, stunned him and made him press closer to the window. Go lower, he commanded, and watched as the helicopter descended, sweeping along the coast of Herringdean Island. From here he could study the place with a critical eye. Or so he believed. But there was no criticism in the glance he turned on the lush green cliffs, the golden beaches; only astonished pleasure. The cliffs were sinking until they were only a few feet higher than the beach. He could see a large house that must once have been elegant, but was now fast falling into disrepair. In front of it stretched a garden leading to a plain lawn, close to the sand. In the far distance were buildings that must be Ellarick, the largest town on the island: population twenty thousand. Land here, he said, on that lawn. I thought you wanted to fly over the town, the pilot protested. But suddenly he yearned to avoid towns, cars, crowds. The beach seemed to call to him. It was an unfamiliar sensation for a man who wasnt normally impulsive. In the financial world impulsiveness could be dangerous, yet now he yielded with pleasure to the need to explore below. Go lower, he repeated urgently. Slowly the machine sank onto the lawn. Darius leapt out, a lithe figure whose fitness and agility belied the desk-bound businessman he usually was, and hurried down to the beach. The sand was slightly damp, but smooth and hard, presenting little threat to his expensive appearance. That appearance had been carefully calculated to inform the world that here was a successful man who could afford to pay top prices for his clothes. a few grains of sand might linger on his handmade shoes but they could be easily brushed off, and it was a small price to pay for what the beach offered him. Peace. After the devastating events that had buffeted him recently there was nothing more blessed than to stand here in the sunlight, throw his head back, close his eyes, feel the soft breeze on his face, and relish the silence. So many years spent fighting, conspiring, manoeuvring, while all the time this simple perfection had been waiting, and he hadnt realised. Outwardly, Darius seemed too young for such thoughts; in his mid-thirties, tall, strong, attractive, ready to take on the world. Inwardl