The Ugly Duckling
If fate suddenly made you more beautiful that you ever dreamed possible, would it be the beginning of a fairy tale, or your worst nightmare?
The brutal attack should have killed anybody, but Nell Calder did more than survive. She emerged a woman transformed, with an exquisite beauty found only in fairy tales. Nell Calder deserved a happy ending. Instead, her descent into terror has just begun.
Her attacker is still on the hunt, determined to finish what he's started. And Nell, protected by a new face, is just as determined to fight back and take her revenge. But to catch her prey, she will have to expose herself—even if it makes her a killer's prime target.
didn’t blame him. She had not seen this Nicholas since that moment in Florida when he had struck down Sergeant Wilkins. Tomas said, “Only a small joke, Señor Tanek.” “I thought as much.” Nicholas smiled gently. “Tell your father I’m very pleased with the sword. And now you have to be on your way to Paris, don’t you?” “Yes, yes. At once.” He bolted out of the cottage. “You didn’t have to frighten him,” Nell said. “All I had to do was say no.” “He was cocky.” He was looking at the hilt of the
she stopped speaking. “What is it?” She smiled at him. “I think I really must have that scarf. Would you run in and buy it for me? I want to look at the purses in that store next door.” Joel shook his head resignedly. “We’ll never make it on time.” “Yes, we will. I promise I’ll not look in another window until we get to the restaurant.” “Promises. Promises.” He went into the shop. Tania’s smile vanished. He was here, watching her. No question. Her instincts were screaming and she wouldn’t
toward the cottage. Nell was suddenly bathed in a pool of light. The car stopped in front of her. A man got out and stood by the open door. “Where’s Tania?” Maritz. He was in shadow, but she would never forget that voice. It echoed in her nightmares. “Tania’s inside. You’ll not get to her.” He came forward, his gaze traveling from her tennis shoes and jeans to the gun in her hand. “She called in the cops? I’m disappointed in her.” “I’m not the police. You know me, Maritz.” He peered at
She stood rigid, staring straight in front of her. Here we go up, up, up … She slowly let her head fall on his chest. His arms went around her. No intimacy. As he said, he was just there. Close. Living. Comforting. She stayed that way a long time before she could force herself to step back. “I didn’t mean to impose on you. Forgive me.” He smiled. “Those exquisite manners again. It was one of the first things I noticed about you. Did you learn them at your mother’s knee?” “No, my mother was a
and shirt, his brown hair rumpled and his lean cheeks flushed by the sun. He always looked wonderful in a tuxedo or a business suit, but she liked him best like this. He was more approachable, more hers. He made a shooing motion with his hands. “Hurry. Sally’s waiting.” She nodded and reluctantly left the suite. She heard Sally’s sharp, birdlike voice before she started down the curving marble staircase. She had always thought that tiny voice incongruous in a woman almost six feet tall and