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السلام عليكم و رحمة الله تعالى و بركاته


تحت طلب من الأخت blue hope لبعض الروايات للكاتبة Jane Porter اليوم حبيت أنزلها الروايه ديه


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قديم 06-12-07, 01:36 AM   المشاركة رقم: 2
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دعوه لزيارة موضوعي


CHAPTER ONE


Samantha van Bergen's husband was missing in action. Again. And unfortunately, Sam knew where he was. She knew where to find him when he didn't return home for days at a time, and she knew what to expect.

Disaster.


This was a battle, she thought, drawing her gray velvet cloak closer to her evening gown as she swiftly climbed the stairs to Monte Carlo's grand Le Casino, a battle she was losing,

Johann had always been a compulsive gambler but he used to win more. He used to walk away from the table when it turned ugly. But he didn't do that anymore. He just sat there, losing. Losing. Losing.


They'd already lost so much. Their savings. The chic pent*house. The Ferrari—not that Sam had ever driven it.


What was left? She wondered, climbing the casino's mar*ble steps.


In Le Casino's VIP card room, Cristiano Bartolo lounged at his favorite table when the door to their private room opened. Annoyed by the interruption, he glanced up, but his irritation eased as he recognized beautiful, blond Samantha van Bergen, or more commonly known as the baroness van Bergen.


It was, he thought, mouth curving faintly, such a huge, stately title for such a young blushing English bride.


He played his card, then looked up to watch her unfasten the top hook on her velvet cloak, letting the dove-gray velvet fabric fall back over one shoulder revealing her white evening gown beneath.

 
 

 

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قديم 06-12-07, 01:37 AM   المشاركة رقم: 3
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دعوه لزيارة موضوعي

She fascinated him. He didn't know why. He'd only seen her once before, but she'd made such an impression that night six months ago he knew he'd never forget her.


The first time he'd seen her had been here, at Le Casino, as well. Then, as now, he'd been sitting at the exclusive high roller tables, and then, as now, every head at the table had turned- Cristiano turned, too, to see what had caught every man's attention-No wonder every man stared.


The baroness was small, slim, and beautiful. She had a delicate oval face framed by blond ringlets, long loose curls that gave her a decidedly angelic appearance, although her eyes, slightly tilted at the corners, were not completely innocent-Beautiful girls were a dime a dozen, but she touched him; with her serious expression, her dark brown brows pulled, the deep furrow between arched brows.


Cristiano watched now as the young baroness stood just in*side the door, not nervous or uncertain, just focused- She wore a look of utter concentration, an expression of grave concern, and Cristiano was certain this is what Joan of Arc must have looked like before battle as she moved to Johann van Bergen’s side.


Cristiano had never liked Johann, would never like Johann, and had deliberately sat at this table so he could play the baron, Cristiano had discovered months ago that Johann van Bergen didn't know how to play cards, couldn't gamble and hadn't a clue how to walk away from a game even when he was being bled. And he was most definitely bleeding tonight. Bleeding out. Bleeding dry,


Cristiano scooped up a handful of chips, moved them for*ward, upping the ante by two hundred and fifty thousand pounds. It wasn't a small bet. But neither was it huge. Over five million pounds had already been wagered tonight. Johann's loss to Cristiano's gain.


Eyes narrowing, Cristiano watched as Samantha approached the table, watched one long loose blond tendril slide forward on her shoulder, dangle across her breast- He envied the curl-Longed to take it, twine it around his fingers and then dip it be*tween her full breasts.


Cristiano reached for his whiskey, sipped it, let the heat and fire warm him, wanting Samantha, She made him feel—curious, carnal, intent on possession-She crouched now at Johann's side, her velvet cloak pushed back on her shoulders, her slim bare arms extended, her hands on Johannes thigh.

 
 

 

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قديم 06-12-07, 01:38 AM   المشاركة رقم: 4
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معدل التقييم: GKarima عضو متالقGKarima عضو متالقGKarima عضو متالقGKarima عضو متالقGKarima عضو متالقGKarima عضو متالقGKarima عضو متالقGKarima عضو متالقGKarima عضو متالقGKarima عضو متالقGKarima عضو متالق
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دعوه لزيارة موضوعي

Her hands didn't belong on Johannes thigh.

Her hands belonged on his.


Cristiano's gaze moved from her bare arms to her shoulders to her deep cleavage revealed by the plunging neckline of her white evening gown. Leisurely he let his gaze travel up, along the smooth column of her throat to her firm rounded chin and jaw, the curve of cheekbone and the worry in her blue eyes. The worry was also there in the faint line between her perfect arched brows, as well as in the press of her lipsticked mouth, her beauty delicate and yet painfully pinched.


Angels shouldn't be so tormented, he thought, finding his chair suddenly uncomfortable just as his body felt too hard and tight.


He imagined kissing her full mouth until it softened beneath his, saw her lying naked in his bed, her slender limbs stretched out beneath him, her delicate gold necklace the only thing she wore.


But his blond Joan of Arc was on a mission, and she was oblivious to all but Johann as she spoke to him, her voice but a murmur of soft sound. Cristiano couldn't hear what she said to Johann van Bergen, but the baron made no effort to lower his voice. "Go," Johann told her, tone cold, blunt. "Go back home where you're supposed to be."


But she didn't go. She continued to crouch at Johann's side, whispering urgent words only the baron could hear, words that only angered him further, "I don't need a mother," he said, slapping his cards down. "I already had one. And I don't need you. You've done nothing for me,"


Two dark pink blotches stained her cheeks. Silently she re*garded him, face flushed, chin lifted, painful dignity. Then with*out another word, she slipped off her cloak, handed it to the gentleman at the door and took a chair, sitting behind Johann.


During the next hour and a half Cristiano watched her. He liked watching her. She'd been beautiful six months ago but she was even more stunning tonight. He'd have her. Soon. Very soon. Even if she was another man's wife.


Cristiano folded his cards, tossed them onto the table and leaned back, ******* to use the time to watch his woman. Because she was his. She was everything he wanted—young, sleek, sexy and una*vailable. The unavailable aspect he found especially seductive.


It was good to feel tempted. Seduced. It felt good to want something,someone. It made him feel, period, and God knows, he didn't feel much of anything anymore.

 
 

 

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قديم 06-12-07, 01:41 AM   المشاركة رقم: 5
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Lashes lowered, he watched Baroness van Bergen now as again she whispered more urgent words to her husband. But her husband was ignoring her.


Foolish man, Cristiano thought derisively. Foolish man to marry such a woman and then ignore her. Because there was beauty, and then there was beauty, and Johann's young blond wife wasn't your run-of-the-mill beauty, but something finer. Rarer.


Cristiano called Johann's bluff, forcing the baron to show his cards. Nothing.

It was all Cristiano could do to hide his contempt. Johann was gambling his life away. What a fool. A gambling man understood risks, and took them. A gambling man understood wins and losses. But Johann wasn't a true gambler, he didn't understand risk, and he didn't understand loss.


But Cristiano did. He knew what it was to win, and he knew what it was to lose and he didn't like losing. So he didn't. Not anymore. Hadn't lost in so long that he'd almost, almost, forgot*ten the bitter taste.

Almost.

But not quite.


And that faint but bitter taste of loss still burned his tongue as it burned his heart and made him take. Risk. And win-It was conquering- It was plundering- It was—he reached for

the cards just dealt him—revenge.


Sam sat behind Johann, her gaze fixed on his new hand of cards, seeing what he was seeing, wondering if he was as nervous as she. He had terrible cards. Absolutely nothing in his hand and yet he was sitting there playing as if he held only aces in his hand,

God, Johann, what are you doing?

What are you thinking? Playing?


Stomach in knots, hands folded on her knee, Sam drew a deep breath, her white jersey dress with the gold spaghetti straps pull*ing tightly across her shoulders.

The villa was gone.

 
 

 

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