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For better…or for bedding?
Laurel Ferrara wouldn't know a happy ending if she fell over it—of course her whirlwind wedding was always going to end in disaster. But it wasn't as simple as just walking away. From the moment she is summoned back to Sicily, the shivers of unease set in….
The command comes from legendary tycoon Cristiano Ferrara, the husband she can't forget—but it might as well have come from the devil himself. The outrageously gorgeous Cristiano's power is a potent reminder of this Sicilian dynasty's unbreakable rule: once a Ferrara wife, always a Ferrara wife….
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- Sales Rank: #53124 in eBooks
- Published on: 2013-04-22
- Released on: 2013-04-22
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'....expert storyteller...' RT Book Reviews
'Morgan doles out the surprises and developments in a smooth, engrossing read that I didn't want to put down...' (Grade A) The Good, The Bad and The Unread
'From the first scene you know this is going to be an angsty ride, and I enjoyed every minute of it.' Dear Author
About the Author
USA Today bestselling author Sarah Morgan writes lively, sexy contemporary stories for Harlequin.
Romantic Times has described her as 'a magician with words' and nominated her books for their Reviewer's Choice Awards and their 'Top Pick' slot. In 2012 Sarah received the prestigious RITA® Award from the Romance Writers of America. She lives near London with her family. Find out more at www.sararahmorgan.com
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'Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Sicily. Please keep your seat belts fastened until the aircraft has come to a standstill.'
Laurel kept her eyes fixed on the book in her lap. She wasn't ready to look out of the window. Not yet. Too many memories waited there—memories she'd spent two years trying to erase.
The toddler in the row behind her yelled a protest and squirmed, smacking both his legs into the back of her seat with a force that jolted her forwards, but Laurel was aware of nothing except the hot ball of stress that burned at the base of her ribs. Normally reading soothed her but her eyes were recognising letters that her brain wouldn't compute. Even as part of her was wishing she'd packed a different book, another part of her knew it wouldn't have made a difference.
'You can let go of the seat now. We've landed.' The woman seated next to her touched her hand gently. 'My sister is a nervous flyer too.'
Laurel heard the quiet voice from somewhere in the distance and slowly turned her head. 'Nervous flyer?'
'It's nothing to be ashamed of. My sister once had a panic attack en route to Chicago. They had to sedate her. You've been gripping that seat since we took off from Heathrow. I said to my Bill, "That girl doesn't even know we're sitting next to her. And she hasn't once turned the page of that book." But we've landed now. It's over.'
Absorbing the startling truth that she hadn't turned the page once during the flight, Laurel stared at the woman blankly. Kind brown eyes looked back at her. The woman's expression was concerned and motherly.
Motherly?
Laurel was surprised she was even capable of recognising that expression, given that she'd never seen it before, especially not directed at her. She had no memory of being left wrapped in supermarket bags in a cold city park by a mother who didn't want her, but the memories of the years that followed were embedded in her brain like shrapnel.
She had no idea why she would suddenly feel tempted to confess to a stranger that her fear had nothing to do with flying and everything to do with landing—in Sicily.
The other woman filled the silence. 'We're safely down now. You can stop worrying.' She leaned over Laurel and craned her neck to see out of the window. 'Just look at that blue sky and that view. It's my first time in Sicily. And you?'
Small talk. Conversation that skimmed the surface but never dipped into the murky ocean of feelings beneath.
This, Laurel could do. 'It's not my first time.' Because the woman's kindness deserved some reward, she added a smile to the words. 'I came here on business a few years ago.' Mistake number one, she thought.
The woman eyed Laurel's skinny jeans. 'And this time?'
Laurel's lips moved, the answers flowing automatically even though her brain was engaged elsewhere. 'I'm here for my best friend's wedding.'
'A real Sicilian wedding? Oh, that's so romantic. I saw that scene in The Godfather, all that dancing and family and friends—fabulous. And the Italians are so good with children, of course.' The woman threw a disapproving look at the passenger behind them who had read her book throughout the flight and ignored her fractious toddler. 'Family is everything to them.'
Laurel stuffed the book in her bag and undid her seat belt, suddenly desperate to escape from the conversation. 'You've been so kind. Sorry I've been such boring company on this flight. If you'll excuse me, I have to go.'
'Oh, no, dear, you can't leave your seat yet. Didn't you hear the announcement? There's someone important on the plane. Some VIP or other. Apparently they have to leave before the rest of us.' Peering past Laurel out of the window, the woman gave an excited gasp. 'Oh, just look at that. Three cars with blacked out windows have just pulled up. And those men look like bodyguards. And—oh, my, you have to look, dear, it's like something out of a movie. I swear they have guns. And the most gorgeous man you've ever seen has just stepped onto the tarmac. He's got to be at least six foot three and spectacular to look at!'
Man?
No, she wasn't expecting a man. She wasn't expecting anyone. To avoid an unwanted reception committee, she'd told no one which flight she would be on.
Her chest felt ominously tight and suddenly she wished she'd kept her asthma inhaler with her instead of putting it in her bag in the overhead locker.
An invisible force drew her head round and she found herself looking out of the window.
He stood on the tarmac, his eyes obscured by a pair of aviator sunglasses, his attention apparently fixed on the commercial aircraft that had just taxied to a halt. The fact that he was allowed such unprecedented access to the runway said a great deal for the influence he wielded. No other civilian would have been extended such a privilege, but this man wasn't just anyone. He was a Ferrara. A member of one of the oldest and most powerful families in Sicily.
Typical, Laurel thought. When you want him, he's nowhere to be seen. And when you don't…
Her kindly neighbour craned her neck to get a better look. 'Who do you think he is? They don't have a royal family, do they? Must be someone important if he can skip Customs and just drive onto the runway. And what sort of man needs all that security? I wonder who he's meeting?'
'Me.' Laurel rose to her feet with all the enthusiasm of a condemned man preparing to walk to the gallows. 'His name is Cristiano Domenico Ferrara and he's my husband.' Mistake number two, she thought numbly. But not for much longer. She was about to become an ex-wife. A wedding and a divorce in the same trip. Killing two birds with one stone.
She wondered about that saying. What was good about killing two birds?
'I hope you have a really nice holiday in Sicily. Make sure you try the granita. It's the best.' Ignoring the worried look of her kindly neighbour, Laurel removed her bag from the overhead locker and walked down the aisle to the front of the plane, grateful that she'd worn heels. There was something about high heels that gave you confidence in a tight situation and she was definitely in a tight situation. Passengers whispered and stared but Laurel was barely aware of them. She was too busy wondering how she could get through the next few days. It would be the biggest test of her life and she had a feeling it was going to take more than a pair of killer heels to see her safely through it.
Stubborn, arrogant, controlling—why had he come to meet her? Was he punishing her or himself?
The pilot hovered at the top of the metal steps. 'Signora Ferrara, we had no idea we had the pleasure of your company on board—' His forehead was shiny with sweat and he cast a nervous glance towards the formidable welcoming committee assembled on the tarmac. 'You should have made yourself known.'
'I didn't want to be known.'
His fawning attention was uncomfortable to witness. 'I hope you enjoyed your flight with us today.'
The journey couldn't have been more painful if she'd been tied to a cart and dragged back to Sicily.
How stupid of her to have thought she could just arrive in her own time and that no one would notice. Cristiano had probably had the airports monitored. Or maybe he had access to the passenger lists.
When they'd been together, the extent of his influence had left her open-mouthed with disbelief. In her job she was used to dealing with celebrities and the super-rich but the Ferrara world was nothing short of extraordinary.
For a short time she'd lived that life with him. That glittering, gilded life of immense wealth and privilege. It had been like tumbling onto a bed of goose down after a life spent sleeping on concrete.
Seeing him standing at the bottom of the aircraft steps, Laurel almost lost her footing. She hadn't seen him since that day. That awful day, the memory of which could still make her run to the bathroom and heave up her guts.
When Daniela had insisted that she stick to her promise and be her maid of honour Laurel should have pointed out the impact of that request on everyone involved. She'd thought there was no limit to what she'd do for friendship, but now she realised she'd been wrong about that. Unfortunately that clarity of thinking came too late.
Reaching into her bag, Laurel pulled out her sunglasses and put them on. If he was playing that game, then so was she.
With the pilot standing nervously behind her and all the passengers absorbed in the unfolding drama, she lifted her chin and stepped through the open door.
The sudden punch of heat was a shock after the chilly fog of London. The sun blazed down on her, spotlighting every reluctant step. Her heels clunked on the metal and the only thing preventing her from falling was her death grip on the rail. It was like descending into hell and he waited on the tarmac like the devil himself—tall, intimidating and unnaturally still, flanked by dark-suited security men who waited at a deferential distance for his command.
It was so different from the first time she'd arrived here, full of excitement and anticipation. She'd fallen in love with the island and the people.
And one man in particular.
This man.
She couldn't see his eyes, but she didn't need to see them to know what he was thinking. She could feel the tension—knew that he was being sucked back into the past just as she was.
'Cristiano.' At the last moment she remembered to inject casual indifference into her tone. 'You didn't have to break off from closing another mega-deal to come and meet me. I wasn't exactly expecting you to hang out the welcome flags.'
That hard, sensuous mouth flick...
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13 of 13 people found the following review helpful.
Good read
By tamale8888
I read this book when I was down with the flu. It wasn't as heart-wrenching as the other reviews portrayed it to be (I didn't need a box of tissues), but it was a good read, nonetheless. The hero was admirable in his persistence convincing his estranged wife of his love for her. Unlike other reviewers, I completely understood the heroine's issues. It isn't surprising to erect a wall around your heart when you've suffered thru rejections in life and have had no one to rely on but yourself. It's plain unadulterated survival instinct at work. It's funny how tolerant some readers are of male characters with 'walls' (and prefer to swoon over how good looking and powerful they are)yet we call women with the same issues as 'insecure'. That's just sad. We do what we must to survive and the heroine did. She showed strength of character by clearly expressing her ultimate displeasure at being utterly taken for granted and misjudged, not only by her husband but also by her in-laws. She was real and I appreciated her, walls and all.
11 of 11 people found the following review helpful.
A Highly Emotional Story!
By Nasreen Jahan
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ONCE A FERRARA WIFE by USA Bestselling author Sarah Morgan is a February 2012 release by Harlequin Presents.
Laurel Ferrara goes to attend her best friend's wedding in Sicily. The bride is her soon to be ex-husband's sister. Meeting Cristiano Ferrara face to face after she walked out on him two years ago is an agonizing experience. He was an arrogant, stubborn, controlling and a powerful businessman in Sicily.
To save herself from getting hurt she had walked away from her marriage. He'd demanded that she trust him and gradually she'd yielded to that as he would accept nothing less. And then he had let her down so badly she doubted the bruises would ever heal.
Cristiano had never stopped loving Laurel. And he said it at every opportunity! I loved him for saying that! And he confessed he made a mistake by not being with her when she needed him the most. Yet she couldn't forgive him despite the dangerous incendiary chemistry flaring between them whenever they looked at each other. Dare she open her heart again to him? Could she trust him not to hurt her again?
This was an emotional roller coaster of a romance. It seemed like Sarah Morgan was writing about real people in situations that could happen. Scenarios come alive as do the people with her use of dialogue and situation that helps us know them better. I found Laurel to be a realistic, flawed yet resilient heroine who seriously lacks emotional trust and is constantly trying to protect herself from being hurt and Cristiano was a strong, charismatic and turned out to be a sensitive hero, whom I absolutely adored.
Sarah Morgan's story telling is so vivid that I don't believe that I've ever read a romance which pulled at my heartstrings so immediately and so strongly right through to the very end.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful.
ONCE A FERRARA WIFE
By Reader
Laurel Ferrara was on a plane on her way to Sicily she was going to be maid of honour for her best friend Dani. It was through Dani that Laurel had met Cristinao Ferrera Dani's brother, and Laurel's husband , it was two years since she had left Cristiano,yet here she was returning to where she knew she would see him again, but she couldn't deny Dani's request to be part of her wedding party, they had remained friends even after Laurel had left Cristiano. As soon as the plane landed she realised that her estranged husband was there to meet her, looking just as gorgeous as the last time she saw him.
Once again Sarah Morgan has written a winner, this story is emotional romantic and passionate, the characters are well developed and realistic, Laurel had a bad experience just before she left Cristiano, and felt that he had let her down very badly, whereas he thought that she was a coward running away? Now together again after two years can they deal with the past and move forward? I just adored Cristiano he was a wonderful hero he was very convincing in his feelings for Laurel. When he learned the full truth of what had happened it brought him to his knees he had not had any idea of the full truth, and once he does he goes all out to put things right, he was brilliantly written. I just loved the way this author manages to convey the emotions in the story to the reader, I was totally engrossed and could not put this down. Plus a great epilogue that rounded everything off, I really like it when that happens.
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