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“I’m not in the mood for games, so if there’s someone here—”
A figure, blurred by the sunlight, stepped through the door from the adjoining room.
“Hello, Sage,” a husky male voice said.
She knew that voice. It haunted her dreams.
“No,” she said, while her heart tried to claw its way out of her throat.
“How nice to see you again.”
“No,” she repeated, the word a papery whisper.
She stumbled back as the figure moved away from the light and became a man.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Lean.
“Caleb?” she whispered.
His smile was cold and cruel, and it transformed his beautiful face into a dangerous mask.
“Smart girl,” he said.
THE WILDE BROTHERS
Wilde by name, unashamedly wild by nature!
They work hard, but you can be damned sure they play even harder! For as long as any of them could remember, they’ve always loved the same things: Danger … and beautiful women.
They gladly took up the call to serve their country, but duty, honour and pride are words that mask the scars of a true warrior. Now, one by one, the brothers return to their family ranch in Texas.
Can their hearts be tamed in the place they once called home?
Meet the deliciously sexy Wilde Brothers in this sizzling and utterly unmissable new family dynasty by much-loved author Sandra Marton!
In August you met
THE DANGEROUS JACOB WILDE
Dare you try to resist
THE RUTHLESS CALEB WILDE
this month?
Look out for Travis’s story in 2013!
About the Author
SANDRA MARTON wrote her first novel while she was still in primary school. Her doting parents told her she’d be a writer some day, and Sandra believed them. In secondary school and college she wrote dark poetry nobody but her boyfriend understood—though, looking back, she suspects he was just being kind. As a wife and mother she wrote murky short stories in what little spare time she could manage, but not even her boyfriend-turned-husband could pretend to understand those. Sandra tried her hand at other things, among them teaching and serving on the Board of Education in her home town, but the dream of becoming a writer was always in her heart.
At last Sandra realised she wanted to write books about what all women hope to find: love with that one special man, love that’s rich with fire and passion, love that lasts for ever. She wrote a novel, her very first, and sold it to Mills & Boon® Modern™ Romance. Since then she’s written more than sixty books, all of them featuring sexy, gorgeous, larger-than-life heroes. A four-time RITA® award finalist, she’s also received five RT Book Reviews magazine awards, and has been honoured with RT’s Career Achievement Award for Series Romance. Sandra lives with her very own sexy, gorgeous, larger-than-life hero in a sun-filled house on a quiet country lane in the north-eastern United States.
Recent titles by the same author:
THE DANGEROUS JACOB WILDE
(The Wilde Brothers)
SHEIKH WITHOUT A HEART
THE REAL DIO D’AQUILLA
(The Orsini Brides)
THE ICE PRINCE
(The Orsini Brides)
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The Ruthless
Caleb Wilde
Sandra Marton
CHAPTER ONE
CALEB Wilde was doing his best to look like a man having a good time.
No question, he should have been.
He was in New York, one of his favorite cities, at a party in a SoHo club so trendy that the entrance door was unmarked.
Not that trendy was the description he’d have chosen.
Pretentious struck him as closer to the truth, but hey, what did he know?
Caleb smothered a yawn.
His brain had gone on holiday.
Not because of the noise, even though the sound level in the enormous room was somewhere in the stratosphere, but what else would it be when the DJ was so famous he signed autographs between sets?
Not because of the booze, either. Caleb had been nursing the same tumbler of Scotch almost the entire evening.
And it was definitely not because the party was dull.
The client he’d flown in to see was throwing it to celebrate his fortieth birthday. The room was packed with Names. Hedge-fund managers. International bankers. Media moguls. Hollywood glitterati. European royals. Second-tier, but royals just the same.
And, of course, the requisite scores of stunning women.
The problem was, Caleb was too tired to appreciate any of it.
He’d been on the go since before dawn. A 7:00 a.m. meeting with a client in his Dallas office. A 10:00 a.m. meeting with his brothers at the Wilde ranch. The flight to New York on one of the family’s private jets. Late lunch with this client, the birthday boy. Drinks and dinner with an old pal from his shadowy days working for The Agency.
Caleb smothered another yawn.
Tired didn’t come close. He was damned near out on his feet, and only courtesy had brought him here tonight.
Well, courtesy and curiosity.
He’d celebrated his own birthday not very long ago. A barbecue at the ranch with his brothers and his new sister-in-law, phone calls from his sisters, one from the General—it came two days late, but hey, when you had a world to run, you were always busy.
Everything had been fun, relaxed and low-key. Nothing like this.
“This guy is a little long in the tooth for trendy clubs,” Caleb had told his brothers this morning.
“Because,” Travis had said solemnly, “you certainly are.”
“Well, yeah. I mean, no, not exactly. I mean—”
“We know what you mean,” Jacob had said as solemnly as Travis. “You’re a dinosaur.”
“Absolutely. We can hear your bones creak.”
His brothers had exchanged looks. Then they’d started to laugh.
“You guys sound like a pair of chickens,” Caleb had said with what he hoped sounded like indignation.
“Cluck-cluck,” Jake had cackled, and that had done it. The three of them had grinned, done the obligatory elbow-in-the-ribs, high-five thing grown men do when they love each