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Heir of paradise (Neptune's Daughter)
Bianca Double No. 518.2
Heir of paradise
An island in the Caribbean, love and hate in an unexpected reunion
"You invaded a private island. Get out of here! "The
voice of Oliver Thornham sounded firm and authoritative. Acknowledging this,
Laurian felt shudder. He remembered the past, time was the owner of the island
and he the visitor. Now the positions had been reversed. But the moment why so
much expected had arrived. Oliver would pay for evil that he did it in the past!
Just could not let him discover his true identity. Neither the love that brought
hidden in his heart for so long ...
Review: Renata D.
Copyright 1987 by Anne Weale
Originally published in 1987
& Boon by Mills Ltd., London, England
All rights reserved,
including the right to reproduce all or part, in any form.
This edition is published by agreement with Mills & Boon Ltd.
All characters in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or
dead is entirely coincidental.
Original title: Neptune's Daughter
Translation: Silvia Lucia Sardo
Copyright into Portuguese: 1992
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Laurian Bradford decided to take some time off to buy a birthday present for
Susie, the youngest of his adoptive family.
He had a full day, divided between interviews because of the indication of his
name to the year Stylist Award and also of the many steps to ensure that the
progress of the service would not be harmed during his absence.
That night happened dinner in which the Princess of Wales deliver the prize to
the winner of the contest and the next day, after so many years of uninterrupted
work, leave on vacation to a place still unknown. Robert insisted on keeping secret
the name of the place he had chosen. Only warned her not to take too much
luggage. According to him, bathing suits, shorts, T-shirts and an evening gown
would be sufficient.
Knowing of his passion for deep sea fishing, I imagined that fate would be one
of the many Pacific islands or so Seychelles. Regardless of location, Laurian
anticipated pleasure to rest for two weeks, lying in the sun and swimming in warm
and crystal clear waters.
Even at dinner that night the title was awarded to another bidder, the name
Laurian Bradford would be consolidated among the first high fashion of England.
He left his studio in Albermarle Street and went straight to the Hatchards
bookstore in Piccadilly, knowing that nothing would please more to Susie than
Susie Lingfield was a baby when Laurian, thirteen, arrived in England to study
in a boarding school. And even now, at thirty-four, she trembled as she
remembered this phase of his life, when the difficulties of adolescence worsened
with the desperate homesickness and the death of his father, shortly after his
departure. The anger and hatred by the intruder responsible for all his unhappiness
increased further their sense of loneliness and abandonment.
Gradually the love and security that found in the school doctor's family, who
hosted during the holidays and, later, the struggle to become a respected and well-
known stylist were mitigating negative feelings, resentment and bitterness .
Now, this young tall, slender, of dark brown hair and expressive face, via all
the efforts and dedication rewarded. Become a respected professional, not for
beauty, but its capacity, creativity, remarkable intelligence and personality.
And walking through Mayfair, I thought of Robert Adstock. He wondered as
agreed to spend the holidays next to it, when, in fact, was not sure he wanted a
more serious and intimate commitment, beyond the great friendship that united
them. At the bookstore he separated some books and after writing dedications,
returned them to the seller to provide the Package and shipment to the birthday
girl. Then it went down to the lower level in order to choose their own reading for
As he entered the room, she noticed a tall man, standing at the bar, while the
seller took note of a stack of books. Judging by tanned skin, this was a foreigner.
It was early October and the summer was cold and wet, so that even people with
availability for sunbathing certainly would not have achieved the tan skin tone of
the man. Perhaps it was an Englishman, fresh from a hot and sunny region.
Laurian, motionless, watched the stranger who suddenly turned, wrapping it
with intensity and eloquence of his gray eyes. They stared at each other for a long
time and she immediately remembered a song that talked about a stranger in the
crowd. It was the impression that moment exactly. A deep sense of recognition, a
sudden and inexplicable attraction, as though they had met before. The impact was
so strong that Laurian stopped on the bottom step, staring at him with wide blue
eyes, hoping he spoke to her.
The lips of the unknown curved into a soft smile and, even without saying
anything, left no doubt that the attraction was mutual.
Baffled by his reaction, Laurian looked away and walked quickly toward the
store background, trying to focus on the titles of the books arranged on the shelf,
waiting for your pulse is normalized.
Throughout his career, he met many men, however, except for the affection for
his adopted family and friendship by Robert Adstock, Laurian never been involved
emotionally with someone and always kept his emotions in check.
He knew how to recognize a sensual man, but always from a distant and
impersonal way, never getting to be affected by the charm of anybody. Often he
believed that suffer trauma in adolescence inhibited emotions.
Now considered extremely disconcerting to be dragged into a crazy co m o
this. With much effort, it contained the urge to turn to see if the man was still
there. She did not see him when he walked to the cashier to pay for books bought.
As he climbed the stairs to the ground floor, he remembered that there had
lunch and dine that evening. We decided to eat in a cozy restaurant that was
Imagining that the unknown had already left the store, approached the front
door and only when looked up to thank the person who opened the door, he noticed
he had been the author of the act of kindness.
- Oh ... thank you - muttered, between surprised and excited to find him still
waiting. It would be waiting for you or would be much pretension of you imagine
that? Perhaps no more than coincidence.
In order to test it, he pulled into the driveway, looked both ways and then
checked the time on his wristwatch. If the stranger was not waiting for her at this
point, I would have followed his path. At a glance, he realized he was still
standing in front of the bookstore, aware of her movements.
Anxious, Laurian headed to the left, under normal steps, and when he reached
the restaurant saw through the window of the mirror, the image of the unknown
behind him. He came and realized that most of the tables were occupied by
fashionable women, a break between afternoon shopping.
- Table for two? - The maitre d 'asked casually, thinking Laurian was in the
company of the man standing beside him. None of them was concerned to clarify
the misunderstanding. They walked to the indicated table and a waiter came to
serve you. The stranger pushed back his chair to Laurian sit.
- I hope you do not mind to share the table with me. - His accent was English
and not American.
- Absolutely. By now this restaurant is usually packed - she said, smiling.
She put the bag with the books under the chair and straightened his Italian
style bag on the table corner, against the wall. It was part of the new fall
collection. Unlike many designers, itself drew accessories for their models, so that
by buying a dress or a group, women would have no trouble finding the bag and
the proper shoes.
Laurian drew thinking of women like her. Active women, who liked practical
clothes and good quality, but they had no time or willingness to roam shops and
boutiques. The Laurian the label spared this marathon and, though expensive, their
models obeyed the classical style, which represented a long-term investment.
There was only one menu on the table and she studied quickly, though he
knew beforehand what they would ask. Then he handed it to his companion.
While entertained, he chose his plate, Laurian watched the details of his
appearance. Her hair was not gray, but the man looked about forty-four, and his
features seemed very familiar.
If they had