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  With this exciting reissue, you can relive the emotion and passion of Carole Mortimer’s powerful story.

  Remembering his touch…

  Suffering from amnesia is hard enough, but when Velvet learns that she may have been unfaithful to her beloved husband, it’s almost too much to handle. Striking Jerard Daniels may claim to have known her intimately, but her mind is a blank…

  Velvet’s memory loss was triggered by her husband’s death on the day their son was born. Now she remembers nothing. Could Jerard be lying? It seems unlikely, if Velvet felt as passionate about Jerard then as she does now…

  Other Harlequin Presents titles by Carole Mortimer available in ebook:

  THE TAMING OF XANDER STERNE

  (The Twin Tycoons)

  THE REDEMPTION OF DARIUS STERNE

  (The Twin Tycoons)

  A D’ANGELO LIKE NO OTHER

  (The Devilish D’Angelos)

  A PRIZE BEYOND JEWELS

  (The Devilish D’Angelos)

  A BARGAIN WITH THE ENEMY

  (The Devilish D’Angelos)

  RUMORS ON THE RED CARPET

  A TOUCH OF NOTORIETY

  (Buenos Aires Nights)

  A TASTE OF THE FORBIDDEN

  (Buenos Aires Nights)

  HIS REPUTATION PRECEDES HIM

  (The Lyonedes Legacy)

  DEFYING DRAKON

  (The Lyonedes Legacy)

  THE TALK OF HOLLYWOOD

  SURRENDER TO THE PAST

  TAMING THE LAST ST. CLAIRE

  (The Scandalous St. Claires)

  THE RELUCTANT DUKE

  (The Scandalous St. Claires)

  JORDAN ST. CLAIRE: DARK AND DANGEROUS

  (The Scandalous St. Claires)

  Forgotten Lover

  Carole Mortimer

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ONE

  VELVET posed in front of the camera once again, her smile forced now as the sun continued to beat down on her, her make-up feeling as if it were streaking down her face. They had attracted quite a crowd of people as Paul set up his photographic equipment on the Fort Lauderdale beach, the holiday town twenty miles from Miami. Thank God they hadn’t decided to film in Miami itself; the one day they had spent there the beach had been absolutely crowded.

  As it was they had attracted quite a few people, most of them male, all watching with interest as she and Carly posed in the numerous beach outfits. The shorts were very brief, some of the sun-tops even briefer, and this was obviously appreciated by their onlookers.

  But despite the briefness of their clothing it was still terribly hot, the temperature in the nineties, and only being used to the coolness of English weather this heat had come as something of a shock to Velvet. All she longed to do right now was strip off, don one of the numerous bikinis she had brought with her, and run across the golden-white sand and into the deep blue sea, its coolness refreshing and invigorating.

  Fort Lauderdale certainly lived up to its reputation. The people were very friendly, the beaches unbelievable, even down to the palm trees that grew tall and straight even in the strong sea-breeze. The sand was fine and smooth down to the sea edge, the water still and calm, the waves lapping gently against the shoreline. Tall hotels, and one and two-storey motels edged the beach across the shore road, their walls freshly painted in gay attractive colours. It was in one of these hotels that the three of them were staying, with a breathtaking view of the ocean from their rooms, both in the blazing sunlight hours and the bright moonlight.

  But today was their first day of actually working, the previous day having been taken up in recovering from the nine-hour flight. Never having worked in such a climate before, Velvet hadn’t been prepared for the overwhelming heat and humidity that seemed to hit her like a blanket as soon as she had stepped out of their air-conditioned hotel this morning. Her brief clothing had instantly seemed too heavy, her make-up feeling caked on to her face, and all her energy seemed to be stripped from her. And that was before she had even begun working!

  The last hour had seemed like a lifetime, each change of clothes taking longer than the last, and her movements were now slow and sluggish.

  She threw off the straw hat. ‘No more, Paul,’ she complained. ‘I can’t do any more today.’ The blue sea behind her beckoned temptingly, increasingly so as each minute passed.

  His camera lowered, his features boyishly youthful despite his thirty-two years, Paul was very slightly built, his blond hair over-long, his features striking rather than handsome. Because he spent so much time with women his manner was sometimes effeminate, often leading to snide remarks from people who envied him his skill with a camera, but Velvet knew that these remarks were unfounded. He and Carly, the other model on this assignment, had been living together for the past year.

  ‘Just another couple of shots,’ he encouraged. ‘Then we can all stop for the day. Okay?’

  ‘Okay,’ she sighed her agreement, and donned the hat again, sure that by now she must look a mess and not the beautiful model she was supposed to be.

  Carly looked up hopefully from her sitting position on the sand. ‘Does that mean I can go and get changed?’

  ‘Yes, go,’ Paul told her in a preoccupied voice.

  She stood up, grimacing. ‘So nice to be wanted!’

  Paul ignored her, all his concentration on his camera and subject. He didn’t even see the models who stood before him as women, they were merely objects that he wanted to show to advantage with his skill as a photographer. Velvet loved to be photographed by him, knew he would bring out the best in her. If he hadn’t been the photographer on this assignment she doubted she would even have accepted it, hating having to leave Tony with her brother and his wife.

  Not that Tony minded, he loved staying with his Uncle Simon and Aunty Janice. But Velvet herself felt guilty about leaving him, and would have brought him with her if it hadn’t been such a long flight. As a working widow she took Tony with her as much as possible, possibly a little too possessive of him. But he was all she had left of her husband Anthony, her dearly loved Anthony who had died shortly after their marriage.

  But Tony was all she could ever wish for in her child, full of energy, so much so that he tired her out just looking at him. He was a beautiful child, almost eighteen months of pure devilment, his huge innocent brown eyes totally deceptive, as were his cherubic features and baby blond curls. Oh, how she missed him already!

  ‘There, finished,’ Paul lowered his camera. ‘You can go and get changed too.’

  She wiped her damp face. ‘I think I’ll go back to the hotel and put on one of my own bikinis before I go in for a swim.’

  ‘Good idea,’ he nodded. ‘We’ll see you later, then.’

  She looked down at the minute brown bikini she wore. ‘Will we need this tomorrow?’

  ‘No.’ He packed his equipment away for the day.

  ‘Then I’ll wear it back to the hotel.’ She pulled on a wrap, glad to be hidden at last from curious eyes. She was tall, with the slender figure of a model, her features classically beautiful, her brown eyes almond-shaped, slightly tilted at the corners to hint at the Oriental. And then there was her hair, her beautiful, red-gold hair, the colour of which could never be matched by anything out of a bottle. Her features and colouring were instantly riveting, making her one of the top models in England, although she doubted she had the ambition to actually reach the top. As long as she had enough money to support herself and Tony in co mfort then she was happy.

  Dear Tony! If she went back to the hotel now she might just be in time to call Simon and talk to Tony before Janice bathed him and put him to bed. Just to hear his childish lisping of the word ‘Mum’ would be enough to make her day.

  ‘Hey, sleepyhead,’ Paul interrupted her thoughts. ‘I was talking to you!’

  ‘I’m sorry,’ Velvet blinked, her lashes dark and silky. ‘What did you say?’

  ‘I said wear the bikini you have on, no one is going to ask for it back.’

  ‘Wear this!’ Velvet scorned. ‘You must be joking! It would probably fall apart in the water.’

  He smiled. ‘A great advert you are for Style Swimwear!’

  Carly bounced out of the back of the trailer they were using to change in, dressed in her own tight-fitting denims and a tee-shirt. ‘Ready?’ she smiled up at her boy-friend, her dark attractive features beautiful even without make-up.

  Paul frowned. ‘Ready for what?’

  ‘To take me to Ocean World. And don’t say you forgot,’ she added as he began to shake his head. ‘You promised, Paul,’ she pouted petulantly.

  ‘I have to get this film developed.’

  ‘Ocean World won’t take long to see, and it’s only just down the road.’

  ‘We’re here to work, Carly. I—’

  ‘Oh, don’t be such an old grouch, Paul,’ Velvet cut in. ‘Take Carly to Ocean World.’

  ‘And what do I do if our client asks to see the initial photographs this evening?’

  ‘He’s invited us to dinner,’ Carly dismissed. ‘He’ll hardly expect to see the work already completed.’

  ‘I’d forgotten all about dinner this evening,’ Velvet frowned. ‘Isn’t it a little unusual to be invited out by the owner of a firm as big as Style Clothes?’

  Paul shrugged. ‘It happens. Besides, we’re staying at his hotel. He lives in the penthouse apartment.’

  She raised her eyebrows. ‘I didn’t know that.’

  ‘Where did you think we were having dinner?’ he teased.

  ‘Not at his apartment.’

  ‘He flew in yesterday evening,’ Paul explained. ‘I spoke to him last night while the two of you slept.’

  Carly wrinkled her nose at him. ‘We don’t all have your stamina for work. Besides, Velvet and I need our beauty sleep.’

  He grinned. ‘You said it!’

  ‘Why, you—’

  Velvet laughed at Carly’s fury. ‘I think you walked into that one,’ she teased the other girl.

  ‘Maybe,’ she admitted grudgingly. ‘But just for that,’ she put her arm through the crook of Paul’s, ‘you can definitely take me to Ocean World.’

  He sighed. ‘Who wants to see a load of dolphins performing tricks?’

  ‘I do,’ Carly said firmly. ‘And if you aren’t careful I’ll push you in with the sharks!’

  Velvet knew that this veiled argument hid a very real affection, Carly and Paul were very much in love with each other.

  ‘Okay,’ Paul gave in. ‘Coming with us, Velvet?’

  She shook her head. ‘I’m going back to the hotel to make a telephone call and then I’m going swimming.’

  ‘Don’t be late for dinner,’ he warned. ‘Seven-thirty for eight in the penthouse suite.’

  ‘I’ll be there,’ she promised.

  ‘And look your most stunning, I think Daniels will appreciate that.’

  She grinned at Paul’s determination to impress their employer. ‘I’ll wear the sexiest dress I can find.’

  ‘Not that one,’ he said hastily, obviously recalling the daring of the black gown she had in mind. ‘I don’t want him to take you to bed, just to realise how beautiful the models are I’ve brought with me.’

  ‘I’ll remember,’ and she laughingly took her leave of them. If she didn’t soon make that telephone call it would be too late.

  Her casual attire was perfectly acceptable in the hotel reception, some of the other people walking about in even less than she was, their nakedness barely covered by swimming attire. Although a model, and reasonably sure of herself, she would have felt too embarrassed to walk in wearing just the bikini she had modelled earlier; it was two strips of material that only just contained her modesty. The matching wrap at least reached down to her thighs, although the material was diaphanous.

  But she didn’t give the impression of being in the least selfconscious as she strolled across the reception area to the lift, a tall beautiful girl with strawberry-blonde hair and flashing dark eyes.

  ‘Velvet! Velvet, stop!’

  She frowned, turning to face the owner of that deep, attractive voice, a voice as English as her own. A tall man, well over six feet, was making his way towards her, a ruggedly handsome man with dark almost black hair, distinguished wings of grey at his temples, his eyes deeply blue, surrounded by thick black lashes, his nose long and straight, a dark shadow above his top lip over the firmness of his jaw, a shadow that meant he probably had to shave twice a day. Above that strong jawline his top lip jutted out determinedly, the lower lip fuller, hinting at a deep sensuality. He had wide powerful shoulders, tapering to a narrow waist and lean hips, and he was probably the most handsome man Velvet had ever seen. The white trousers fitted to his muscular thighs, the dark blue shirt was partly unbuttoned down his chest, his skin was deeply tanned, as if he lived a lot of his life out in the sun.

  Yes, he was very handsome, excitingly so, being in his late thirties or early forties, she would say, having an assurance and confidence about him that pointed to him being unnerved by little. He was also acting as if he knew her, and much as she would like it to be true, she knew she had never seen him in her life before. He just wasn’t the sort of man you forgot once you had met him.

  ‘Velvet!’ He grasped both her hands in his, searching her face with those deep blue eyes as if he intended memorising every feature. ‘My God,’ he choked, very pale beneath his tan, a haggard look to his face. ‘It really is you!’ His hands tightened on hers.

  She gave a polite meaningless smile, trying to extricate her hands without causing a scene. Men had tried to pick her up in this way in the past, but never anyone like this man. ‘It really is me,’ she agreed lightly. ‘Now would you mind …?’ she looked pointedly at their joined hands.

  ‘God, Velvet,’ he groaned, making no effort to release her, ‘you don’t know what it does to me to see you here!’

  She was beginning to, his hold on her hands was painful now. ‘Could you please let me go?’ she winced.

  His hold relaxed a little, but he didn’t release her. ‘Velvet …’

  She was becoming angry now, aware that they were attracting more than their fair share of attention. ‘I think we’ve established that that is my name,’ she said in her coldest voice, realising this man was going to be a difficult one to shake off.

  ‘It happened, of course, men claiming they knew her. In her profession it was bound to; men saw her photograph in a magazine and thought it entitled them to claim an acquaintance with her.

  Not that this man didn’t look as if he would be interesting to know, he did. But she was here to work, and the sooner the work was finished the sooner she would be able to get back to Tony. Tony! Goodness, if she didn’t soon make that call Simon and Janice would have gone to bed too!

  ‘It’s been pleasant meeting you, Mr—er—But I have to go now,’ she finally managed to release her hand. ‘If you’ll excuse me …’ and she turned to leave, already dismissing him from her mind.

  A strong hand came out to stop her, blue eyes narrowing as the man moved to stand in front of her. ‘Velvet, I know things ended abruptly between us, but I thought you understood—’

  ‘Now look, Mr—’

  ‘Jerard,’ he put in tersely.

  ‘Mr Jerard,’ she said impatiently. ‘You—’

  ‘Just Jerard,’ he snapped. ‘Don’t play games, Velvet, not now, and not with me.’

  She pulled out of his grasp, knowing there would be b ruises on her wrist tomorrow. Paul would love that! ‘I don’t play games, Mr—Jerard,’ she snapped. ‘And I don’t particularly like the people who do.’

  ‘I don’t play games either,’ he rasped. ‘I never have.’

  ‘Then I wish you wouldn’t now,’ she rubbed her tender skin. ‘I’m in a hurry, and I really don’t have the time to talk to you right now.’

  ‘Velvet!’

  She glared up at him. ‘Will you please leave me alone!’

  He frowned. ‘Why are you pretending you don’t know me?’

  ‘Because I don’t!’ she cried her exasperation. ‘And if this is a pick-up it really isn’t a very original one,’ she dismissed scathingly.

  ‘Pick-up!’ he exploded, his eyes blazing, a pulse beating irratically at his jaw. ‘Don’t do this to me, Velvet. I may deserve it, but don’t do it.’ His expression was haunted.

  She shook her head. ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about.’

  ‘I’m talking about us,’ he sighed. ‘You and me.’

  ‘There is no you and me. Now if we’re supposed to have met in the past, then I’m sorry, but I don’t remember the meeting.’

  ‘You do remember,’ he snarled, very tense. ‘You’re just trying to punish me.’

  She bit her lip at the savagery of his expression. ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about. But you and I have never met before. Now I really do have to go.’ She brushed past him, and this time he made no effort to stop her.

  She was shaking as she stepped into the lift, turning to press the button for her floor, seeing the man called Jerard still standing where she had left him, looking as if she had struck him a physical blow.

  What had seemed to be a conventional pick-up, a ‘haven’t we met before’ approach, had turned out to be something else entirely. The man had to be insane, or else genuinely suffering from mistaken identity. And yet he hadn’t seemed mistaken, he had even called her by her name. But she didn’t know him, would never forget such an intense personality. Unless …? No, no, it wasn’t possible she had ever met him before.

  She put the call through to Simon once she reached her room, just managing to talk to Tony before Janice put him to bed. His lisped question of when she was coming home brought a lump to her throat, and she quickly reassured him that it would be soon. She had only left him twice before, and each time it had only been for two days. Talking to her son like this, made conscious of the miles separating them, made her wish that she had never come to Fort Lauderdale.