Immovable Objects

Immovable Objects
Marie Ferrarella

Relishing her newfound freedom from a domineering brother, Elizabeth wanted only to control her destiny, her power, her heart. Like a bird set loose from its cage, she tested her wings with Cole Williams.But was the Philadelphia billionaire too hot for her to handle on her first solo flight? Retrieving his priceless piece of stolen art was easy, but the man was dangerously sexy. Despite her desire for independence, she couldn't help giving in to temptation–and passion–with Cole. But then she learned that someone from her past was hell-bent on finding her–and Cole was the only one who could keep her safe. Could she give herself over to his protection…without risking her body and soul?

“What do you like in a man, Elizabeth?”

She looked at Cole for a long moment, then tilted her face up to his in silent invitation. “Surprises.”

It was as if she was pulling him in. He’d always been an immovable object, someone who couldn’t be swayed toward a path if he didn’t want to be. But maybe he did want to be swayed, did want to be persuaded. All he knew was that he didn’t have the ironclad control over his mind and body he’d had for as far back as he could remember.

It disturbed the hell out of him. But it didn’t stop him from slipping his fingers into her hair.

He felt the pull intensify, but he didn’t fight it. He wasn’t sure he could have even if he’d wanted to.

And he didn’t want to.

Immovable Objects

Marie Ferrarella

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

To Susan Litman, who has to put it all together

MARIE FERRARELLA

This RITA

Award-winning author has written over one hundred and twenty books for Silhouette, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide.

Contents

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

Epilogue

Prologue

The man known simply as Titan to his enemies, head of the mysterious Titan Syndicate, was very aware of his surroundings as he walked the dusky, mean streets of Philadelphia.

This was not the Philadelphia of the Founding Fathers. It was raw and edgy and dangerous. Still, a rare note of fondness vibrated within him. He’d preferred Chicago, but even Philly was better than being exiled in Europe.

Europe had not been to his liking. But staying there had been necessary. Otherwise, all he would have seen of his native country would have been the inside of a jail cell.

Because small minds didn’t understand.

The FBI had been breathing down his neck then.

But now the tables were turned and he was a problem for them, not the other way around. He enjoyed taunting, being one step ahead. He’d even taken to sending enigmatic postcards to that dolt Agent Liam Brooks. It excited him to be the thorn in that idiot’s side.

Peasants, all of them, stupid Neanderthal peasants with their insignificant lives, their annoying laws and their narrow way of seeing things. Didn’t they realize that he was a genius? A genius who saw potential for power, for greatness, while others sleepwalked through their humdrum existences, paying attention to confining things like right and wrong. Allowing that narrow view to get in the way of progress.

Yes, he did enjoy leading them around by their noses, these tin demigods with their code of ethics and their long arms. Just because that stupid New York senator had overdosed on the drug. His drug. The “honorable” senator had been an unwitting guinea pig, a step closer to the right direction.

But the drug wasn’t quite ready yet.

And the FBI was looking for him, or someone like him.

The anal fools had blown up his lab in Chicago, killing some of his people. People were replaceable, time was not. They were preventing him from perfecting the drug that would ultimately allow him to control key people. Allow him to be a puppet master until he was ready to take center stage, where he rightfully belonged.

But that day was still on the horizon. Right now, in order to complete his experiments, reach the right kind of chemical balance, he needed more information. More key input.

And he needed to find those brats again, all six of them.

Even if he had to move heaven and earth and destroy all the angels in the process to do it, he would reach his goal. He was born to be a leader. It was his due, his right.

It wasn’t by chance that he’d selected for himself the name of Titan.

Chapter 1