Eight Classic Romantic Suspense Novels (Brazen Virtue; Carnal Innocence; Divine Evil; Genuine Lies; et al)

3038 Pages·2013·12.04 MB·English

by  Roberts Nora

Brazen Virtue, Carnal Innocence, Divine Evil, Genuine Lies, Hot Ice, Public Secrets, Sacred Sins, and
Sweet Revenge are works of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the
author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
A Bantam Dell eBook Edition Brazen Virtue copyright © 1988 by Nora Roberts
Carnal Innocence copyright © 1991 by Nora Roberts
Divine Evil copyright © 1992 by Nora Roberts
Genuine Lies copyright © 1991 by Nora Roberts
Hot Ice copyright © 1987 by Nora Roberts
Public Secrets copyright © 1990 by Nora Roberts
Sacred Sins copyright © 1987 by Nora Roberts
Sweet Revenge copyright © 1989 by Nora Roberts All Rights Reserved.
Published in the United States by Bantam Books, an imprint of The Random House Publishing
Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.
Bantam Books and colophon are registered trademarks of Random House, Inc.
The novels contained in this omnibus were each published separately by Bantam Books, an
imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., in 1988,
1991, 1992, 1991, 1987, 1990, 1987, and 1989.
eISBN: 978-0-345-54609-8
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Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Brazen Virtue
Carnal Innocence
Divine Evil
Genuine Lies
Hot Ice
Public Secrets
Sacred Sins
Sweet Revenge

Brazen Virtue is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the
author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or
persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 1988 by Nora Roberts All rights reserved.
Published in the United States by Bantam Books, an imprint of The Random House Publishing
Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.
BANTAM BOOKS and the rooster colophon are registered trademarks of Random House, Inc.
eISBN: 978-0-55389700-5
www.bantamdell.com
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Contents
Master - Table of Contents
Brazen Virtue
Title Page
Copyright
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Dedication
Prologue
“And what would you like me to do to you?” the woman who called
herself Desiree asked. She had a voice like rose petals. Soft and sweet.
She did her job well, very well, and customers asked for her over and
over again. She was talking to one of her repeaters now, and she knew
his preferences. “I’d love to,” she murmured. “Just close your eyes, close
your eyes and relax. I want you to forget all about the office, and your
wife, and your business partner. It’s just you and me.”
When he spoke to her, she answered with a low laugh. “Yes, you know
I will. Don’t I always? Just close your eyes, and listen. The room’s quiet
and lit by candles. Dozens of white, scented candles. Can you smell
them?” She gave another low, teasing laugh. “That’s right. White. The
bed’s white too, big and round and white. You’re lying on it, naked and
ready. Are you ready, Mr. Drake?”
She rolled her eyes. It killed her that the guy wanted her to call him
mister. But it took all kinds. “I’ve just come out of the shower. My hair’s
wet, and there are little beads of water all over my body. There’s a drop
clinging to my nipple. It slides off and onto you as I kneel on the bed.
Feel it? Yes, yes, that’s right, it’s cool, cool, and you’re so hot.” She
fought back a yawn. Mr. Drake was already breathing like a steam
engine. Thank God he was so easily satisfied. “Oh, I want you. I can’t
keep my hands off you. I want to touch you, to taste you. Yes, yes, it
drives me crazy when you do that. Oh, Mr. Drake, you’re the best. The
very best.”
For the next few minutes she just listened to his demands and delights.
Listening was the biggest part of her job. He was right on the edge now,
and she glanced at her watch, grateful. Not only was his time almost up,
but he was her last customer of the evening. Dropping her voice to a
whisper, she helped him go over the top.
“Yes, Mr. Drake, it was wonderful. You’re wonderful. No, I’m not
working tomorrow. Friday? Yes, I’ll look forward to it. Good night, Mr.
Drake.”
She listened for the click, then hung up the phone. Desiree became
Kathleen. Ten-fifty-five, she thought with a sigh. She was off at eleven,
so there should be no more calls that night. She had papers to grade, and
a pop quiz to make up for her students for tomorrow. As she rose, she
glanced at the phone. She’d made two hundred tonight, thanks to AT&T
and Fantasy, Incorporated. With a laugh, she picked up her coffee cup. It
was a hell of a lot better than selling magazines.
Only miles away, another man clung to the phone receiver. His hand
was damp. The room smelled of sex, but he was alone. In his mind
Desiree had been there. Desiree with her white, wet body and her cool,
soothing voice.
Desiree.
With his heart still pumping fast, he stretched out on his bed.
Desiree.
He had to meet her. And soon.