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CHAPTER ONE
SOME said confidence was the most potent aphrodisiac of all, but for the by called ‘the Bear’, confidence was only a starting point Confidence took courage, so Ethan Alexander proved he had each ti scars
A change swept over the Stadio Flaland in the Six Nations rugby tournahter, while women flicked their hair as they moistened their immaculately made-up lips
Without the Bear, any match, even an international fixture like this one, lacked the frisson of danger Ethan carried with him Tall, dark, and forby supporter, he was an unstoppable tycoon, a ed His face larey eyes blazed with an internal fire woed to feel scorch them, and men wished they could harness, but today that passion had ebbed into si frustration as he conte as simple as a sore throat lead a world-fa the national antheland at such an event as this?
The saed spine could end his own career as a professional rugby player, Ethan’s inner voice informed him with brutal honesty
He’d brought in a young singer as a replacened to the record company he ran as a hobby to reflect his deep love of music He hadn’t met Savannah, but Mada people were touting the young singer as the next big thing
Next big thing lance at the stadiu an inexperienced girl for an important occasion like this only reood idea to give his new signing a break; noasn’t so sure Could Savannah Ross cooods? She better had She’d been flown here on his private jet and he’d been told she’d arrived So where was she?
Ethan frowned as he shifted his powerful frame The execution of last-lobal television audience No allowances could be made for inexperience, and he wouldn’t allow for last-ement, and now she must perform
This wasn’t like any theatre she’d ever played in before, or any concert-hall either It was a bleak, tiled tunnel filled with the scent of sweaty feet and tension She didn’t even have a proper dressing-rooed in—not that she minded, because it was such an honour to be here Hard to believe she would soon be singing the national antheby squad—or at least she would once she found soo and when
Poking her head through the curtain of the ‘dressing-room’ she’d been allocated, Savannah called out No one answered Not surprising, in this shadowy tunnel leading to the pitch The lady who had issued Savannah with a visitor’s pass at the entrance had explained to her that what rooms there ould be needed for the tea Madae, including Madairl whose job it was to care for Madaement of the stadium had been only too relieved to release the rateful for what she had: an adjunct to the tunnel—a hole in the wall, really—an alcove over which somebody had hastily draped a curtain
And she had s on heraway the seconds before the otten, which was understandable Taking Mada to the record label so recent, that no one knew her How could anyone be expected to recognise or reuided to this alcove every
one had rushed off, leaving her with no idea what she was supposed to do Sing? Yes, that was obvious, but when should she walk onto the pitch? And was she supposed to wait for someone to come back to escort her, or should she just march out there?
Hearing the chanting of the excited crowd, Savannah knew she must find help She was about to do just that when she heard the ruroup of business down the tunnel and they must pass her curtained alcove She would ask one of them what to do
‘Excuse me—’ Savannah’s enquiry was cut short as—whoosh, splat!—she was flattened against the wall like an invisible fly Thethey hadn’t even noticed her as they’d thundered past, talking about the man they called the Bear, a man who had made his oay to his seat when all of the to be the one to escort him
The Bear…
Savannah shivered involuntarily That was the nickname of the tycoon who had sent his jet to fetch her Ethan Alexander, rugby fanatic and international billionaire, was an unattached and unforgettable ularly featured in the type of ht when she wanted to drool over unattainable ht into Ethan’s life, though speculation was rife, and of course, thethe public found him