Mission: Make-Over

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PENNY JORDAN

Phenomenally successful author of more than two hundred books with sales of over a hundred million copies!

Penny Jordan’s novels are loved by millions of readers all around the word in many different languages. Mills & Boon are proud to have published one hundred and eighty-seven novels and novellas written by Penny Jordan, who was a reader favourite right from her very first novel through to her last.

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PENNY JORDAN is one of Mills & Boon’s most popular authors. Sadly, Penny died from cancer on 31st December 2011, aged sixty-five. She leaves an outstanding legacy, having sold over a hundred million books around the world. She wrote a total of one hundred and eighty-seven novels for Mills & Boon, including the phenomenally successful A Perfect Family, To Love, Honour & Betray, The Perfect Sinner and Power Play, which hit the Sunday Times and New York Times bestseller lists. Loved for her distinctive voice, her success was in part because she continually broke boundaries and evolved her writing to keep up with readers’ changing tastes. Publishers Weekly said about Jordan ‘Women everywhere will find pieces of themselves in Jordan’s characters’ and this perhaps explains her enduring appeal.

Although Penny was born in Preston, Lancashire and spent her childhood there, she moved to Cheshire as a teenager and continued to live there for the rest of her life. Following the death of her husband, she moved to the small traditional Cheshire market town on which she based her much-loved Crighton books.

Penny was a member and supporter of the Romantic Novelists’ Association and the Romance Writers of America—two organisations dedicated to providing support for both published and yet-to-be-published authors. Her significant contribution to women’s fiction was recognised in 2011, when the Romantic Novelists’ Association presented Penny with a Lifetime Achievement Award.

Mission: Make-Over

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CHAPTER ONE

‘NO LUCIANNA…? Where is she—trying to breathe life into some hopeless wreck of a car?’

Janey Stewart smiled at her husband’s best friend as the three of them shared the informal supper Janey had prepared.

‘No, not this evening, Jake,’ she informed him in response to his wry question about her sister-in-law and the youngest member of the family, the only girl. Lucianna had arrived after her mother had already produced four sons, and, as a consequence of that and, more tragically, of the fact that Susan Stewart had died after contracting a rare and particularly virulent form of viral pneumonia when Lucianna was only eighteen months old, had grown up treated by her brothers and father almost as if she were another boy.

‘She’s out,’ she added in further explanation as he raised a questioning eyebrow. ‘Saying goodbye to John.’

‘Saying goodbye… The big romance is over, then, is it?’

‘Not exactly. John’s going to work in Canada for three months. I suspect Lucianna was rather hoping that he might suggest putting their relationship on a bit of a permanent footing before he left.’

‘She hasn’t a hope in hell,’ said David, her husband and Lucianna’s eldest brother, who now ran the farm where he and Lucianna and the rest of the Stewart brothers had been brought up and where in fact Lucianna still lived.

‘She’s never going to get herself a man whilst she goes around dressed in a pair of baggy old dungarees and—’

‘It isn’t all her fault, David,’ Janey interrupted him gently. ‘You and the others have hardly encouraged her to be feminine, have you? And you’ve certainly done your share of helping to frighten away potential men-friends,’ she pointed out mildly.

‘If you mean I’ve made it clear that if a man wants Lucianna to share his roof and his bed with him then it has to be with the benefit of a wedding ring, then what’s wrong with that?’

‘Nothing,’ Janey allowed, adding dryly, ‘But I seem to remember you worked pretty hard to convince me that we ought to move in together before we were married…’

‘That was different,’ David told her firmly.

‘I hope this relationship with John does work out for Lucianna,’ Janey continued worriedly. ‘After all, she’s twenty-two now, not a teenager any more.’

‘No relationship is going to work for her until she stops acting like a tomboy…’ David told her decisively, adding, ‘Perhaps you could give her one or two hints, Janey, point her in the right direction.’

‘I’ve tried, but…’ Janey gave a small shrug. ‘I think she needs someone to show her, not to tell her, someone to build up her confidence in herself as a desirable woman and not—’ She broke off and smiled teasingly at her husband’s best friend. ‘Someone like you, Jake,’ she told him.

‘Jake?’ David hooted with laughter. ‘Jake would never look at anyone like Lucianna, not after the women he’s had running after him. Remember that Italian model you went out with, Jake, and that New York banker, and what happened—?’

‘Er…you’re married to me, thank you very much,’ Janey reminded her husband firmly. ‘Perhaps you aren’t the right person, Jake, but she does need help of some kind from someone, otherwise I’m very much afraid she’s going to lose John and she’ll take it very hard.’

‘He really means that much to her?’ Jake frowned, his dark eyebrows snapping together over eyes of a particularly clean and sharp blue-grey colour, all the more striking set against the warm olive of the skin tone he had inherited from his Italian grandmother and the thick dark hair that went with it.

His height and breadth of shoulder he had inherited from his paternal relatives; the great-uncle from whom he had inherited the farm and manor house whose lands bordered on the Stewarts’ farm had been of a similarly impressive build.

‘I rather fear so,’ Janey told him quietly. ‘She needs help, Jake,’ she added, ‘even if she herself would be the last person to admit it, especially…’

‘Especially to me,’ Jake concluded for her.

‘Well, you do rather have the knack of making her bristle,’ Janey smiled.

As the grandfather clock in the passageway struck the hour, Janey’s smile turned to a small frown.

‘John’s flight will be leaving in half an hour and then Lucianna will be back.’

‘Wanting a shoulder to cry on?’ Jake asked Janey perceptively.

‘Luce never cries,’ David informed him. ‘She’s not that type.’

Really there were times when her husband could be maddeningly dense, Janey reflected as she listened to David. One of the reasons Lucianna was such a tomboy, so uncomfortable about showing her emotions, was that as a child she had been taught by her older brothers not to do so.

It was a pity that Lucianna didn’t get on better with Jake because he would certainly have been the ideal person to help her to understand why her relationships with men never developed properly. And it wasn’t just that, as an extraordinarily charismatic and sensual man, he had the experience, the know-how, the awareness to help her, he also rather unexpectedly and, in Janey’s view, very charmingly for such an intensely male man, had a very compassionate and caring side to his nature as well, even though she knew that Lucianna would have begged to differ with her on that score.

‘I really ought to be leaving,’ Jake was saying now as he smiled across the table at her and thanked her for the meal. ‘I’m expecting a couple of faxes through and—’

‘Another multi-million-pound deal,’ David interrupted with a grin. ‘You’ll have to be careful, Jake,’ he warned him teasingly, ‘otherwise you’re going to be a multimillionaire by the time you’re forty and then you’ll have every fortune-hunter in the district after you…’

‘I’m never going to be a multimillionaire whilst I’ve got the estate to finance,’ Jake told him truthfully.

‘What would you have done if you’d inherited it without the back-up of the money you made during your days in the city trading in shares?’ David asked him.

‘I don’t know; I’d probably have had to sell it. Hopefully one day it will become self-sufficient—the woodlands we’ve planted will bring in some income when they’re mature and with the farming income and subsidies…’

‘It would have been a shame if you’d had to sell it,’ Janey told him. ‘After all, the estate has been in your family for almost two hundred years…’

‘Yes, I know…’

‘Well, it’s high time you were thinking about providing the next generation of little Carlisles if you intend to keep it in the family,’ David teased him. ‘You’re not getting any younger, you know; you’ll be—what…thirty-four this time…?’

‘Thirty-two,’ Jake told him dryly. ‘I’m a year older than you are…which reminds me, wasn’t it Lucianna’s birthday last week?’

‘Yes,’ Janey agreed, adding, ‘I rather think she was hoping for an engagement ring from John before he went away to Canada.’

‘How’s her business doing?’ Jake asked Janey, making no response to her comment about Lucianna’s disappointed hopes of a birthday proposal.

‘Well, she’s slowly building up a loyal clientele,’ Janey told him cautiously. ‘Female drivers in the main, who appreciate having their car serviced by another woman—’

‘She’s still heavily in debt to the bank,’ David broke in forthrightly. ‘No man worth his salt would let a woman service his car; we tried to tell her that, but would she listen? No way. It’s just as well she’s still living here and didn’t take on the extra financial burden of renting her own place as she originally wanted to do…’

‘You really are a dreadful chauvinist, David,’ Janey criticised mildly. ‘And whilst we’re on the subject Lucianna is, after all, very much what your father and the rest of you have made her. Poor girl, she’s never been given much of a chance to develop her femininity, has she?’

CHAPTER TWO

‘JOHN got off safely, then?’ Janey asked Lucianna cautiously.

They were both in the kitchen, Janey baking and Lucianna poring over her business accounts.

‘Only we didn’t hear you come in last night,’ Janey persisted, waiting until Lucianna had finished adding up the column of figures she was working on before speaking again.

‘No…I…I was later than I expected,’ Lucianna agreed quietly without looking up, not wanting to admit to her sister-in-law that after John’s flight had taken off she had felt so low that instead of driving straight home she had simply wandered aimlessly around the terminal. The brief, almost brotherly kiss John had placed on her forehead before leaving her and the speed with which he had responded eagerly to the very first call for his flight had contrasted painfully with the appreciative and lingering look she had seen him give the attractively dressed woman who had evidently been joining his flight, leaving her painfully aware that despite the fact that they had been dating for several months John seemed more interested in another woman than he was in her.

‘Perhaps when John comes home he’ll realise how much he’s missed you,’ Janey began comfortingly, but suddenly Lucianna had had enough. What was the point in pretending to anyone else when she couldn’t even pretend to herself any longer? Dolefully, she shook her head, refusing to be comforted.

She and John had originally met six months earlier when John’s car had broken down, leaving him stranded a couple of miles from the farm where Lucianna had been brought up and where she now lived with her brother David and his wife Janey.

She had happened to drive past and, recognising John’s plight, she had stopped and offered to help, quickly tracking down the problem and cheerfully assuring John that she could soon fix it.

She had first developed her skill with engines as a young girl tinkering with the farm’s mechanical equipment—on a farm a piece of equipment that didn’t work cost money, and all of the Stewart family had a working knowledge of how to fix a broken-down tractor, but for some reason Lucianna had excelled at almost being able to sense what was wrong even before her older brothers.

This skill had proved to be an asset in her teens when her second eldest brother Lewis had become interested in stock-car racing. Lucianna had happily allowed both Lewis and his friends to make use of her skills in helping them to repair and, in some cases, rebuild their cars.

Because she was the youngest of the family, and had the added handicap of being a girl, she had grown up sensitively aware of the fact that she had to find some way of compensating for the fact that she wasn’t a boy and that because of that, in the eyes of her family, she was somehow less worthwhile as a human being.

Unsure of what she wanted to do when she left school, she had continued with her farm chores and increasingly become responsible for not just the maintenance of the farm’s machinery but also for the maintenance of several of her brothers’ friends’ cars, and it had seemed a natural step to move from working with cars as a hobby to working with them as a means of earning a living.

Initially her ambition had been to train and work with some of the top-of-the-range luxury models, but each distributor she had approached with a view to an apprenticeship had laughed at the very idea of a female mechanic and it had been her father who had ultimately suggested she could use one of the empty farm buildings and set up her own business from there.

John had, at first, been shocked and then, she suspected, a little ashamed by the way she earned her living, considering it ‘unfeminine’.

Femininity, as she had quickly discovered, was an asset both prized and praised by John and one she did not possess.

Unhappily, she bit her lip. One date with John had led to another and then a regular weekly meeting, but not as yet to the declaration of love and long-term commitment she had been hoping for.

‘If he really cared, he’d have…’ she began, speaking her painful thoughts out loud before shaking her head, unable to continue. Then she asked Janey tiredly in a low voice. ‘What’s wrong with me, Janey? Why can’t I make John see how good we’d be together?’

Lucianna was sitting with her back to the door, and whilst she had been speaking David and Jake had walked across the farmyard and entered the kitchen just in time to hear her low-voiced query.

It was left to Jake to fill the awkward silence left by her subdued question as he announced, ‘Perhaps because he isn’t a combustion engine and human relationships need a bit more know-how to make them work than anything you’re likely to learn on a basic mechanics course.’

The familiar razor-sharp voice had Lucianna spinning round, hot, angry colour mantling her cheeks, her green eyes flashing with temper, the off-the-face style in which she kept her long, naturally curly hair emphasising her high cheekbones and the stubborn firmness of her chin as she challenged bitterly, ‘Who asked you? This is a private conversation and if I’d wanted your opinion, Jake Carlisle…not that I ever would…I’d have asked for it.’

She and Jake had never really got on. Even as a little girl she had disliked and resented his presence in their lives and the influence he seemed to have, not just over her brothers but even over her father as well. Despite the fact that he was only a year older than her eldest brother, there had always been something about Jake that was different, that set him apart from the others—an awareness, a maturity…a certain something which as a child Lucianna had never been able to define but which she only knew made her feel angry…

It had been Jake who had persuaded her aunt to buy her that stupid dress for her thirteenth birthday, the one that had made the boys howl with laughter when they’d seen her in it, the one with the pink frills and sash—the sash which she had later used as binding to tie the wheels of the cart she was making to its chassis. She could still remember the tight-lipped look Jake had given her when he had recognised what it was and the thrill of angry pleasure and defiance it had given her to see that look. Not that he had said anything—but then Jake had never needed to say anything to get his message across.

‘But you just did,’ Jake reminded her, plainly unperturbed by her angry outburst.

‘I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to Janey,’ Lucianna pointed out tersely.

‘But perhaps Janey is too kind-hearted to answer you honestly and tell you the truth…’

Lucianna glared at him.

‘What truth? What do you mean?’

‘You asked what was wrong with you, and why John won’t make a commitment to you,’ Jake reminded her coolly. ‘Well, I’ll tell you, shall I? John is a man…not much of one, I’ll grant you, but still a man…and, like all heterosexual men, what he wants in his partner…his lover…is a woman. A woman, Lucianna—that’s spelt W for wantability, O for orgasmic appeal, M for man appeal, A for attraction—sexual attraction, that is—and, of course, finally, N for nuptials. And for your information a woman is someone who knows that the kind of words a man wants to hear whispered in his ear have nothing to do with the latest technical details of a new engine.

‘Give me your hand,’ he instructed, leaning forward and taking hold of Lucianna’s left hand before she could stop him and then studying her ring finger. His long, mobile mouth curled sardonically as he announced, ‘Hardly something a man might feel tempted to put his ring on, is it, never mind kiss?’

Mortified, Lucianna snatched her hand away and told him furiously, ‘A woman…well, I spell it W for wimp, O for obedient, M for moronic, A for artifice and N for nothing…’ she told him fiercely.

There was a long silence during which she was uncomfortably conscious of Jake studying her and during which she had to fight to resist the temptation to hide her hands behind her back. Only last weekend she had seen the look of distaste on John’s face when he’d complained that her nails weren’t long and varnished like those of his friends’ girlfriends.

‘If that’s really how you see yourself, then I feel sorry for you,’ Jake declared finally.

It took several seconds for the quiet words to sink in past her turbulent thoughts, but once they had Lucianna blinked and swallowed hard, trying not to cry as the angry, defensive words of denial fought to escape past the hard lump of anguish blocking her throat.

‘You aren’t a woman, Lucianna,’ she heard Jake attack tauntingly into the vulnerability of her silence.

‘Yes, I am,’ she argued furiously, ‘and—’

‘No, you’re not. Oh, you may look like one, and have all the physical bodily attributes of one—although I must say that given the clothes you choose to shroud yourself in it’s hard to know,’ he added, with a disparaging glance at the oversized dungarees she was wearing.

‘But it isn’t looks that make a woman—a real woman—and I’ll take a bet that the plainest member of your sex knows more about how to attract than you do…I know more…’

‘Perhaps you should give Luce a few pointers, then,’ David chipped in, laughing. ‘Give her a few lessons on how to catch her man…’

‘Perhaps I should,’ Lucianna heard Jake agreeing thoughtfully, for all the world as though he was seriously considering the matter as some kind of viable, acceptable proposition and not the most ridiculous and insulting thing she had ever heard of in her life!

Lucianna couldn’t restrain herself any longer.

‘There’s nothing you could teach me about being a woman…nothing,’ she told him defiantly.

‘Nothing? Want to bet?’ Jake returned smoothly and with dangerous speed. ‘You should know better than to challenge me, Lucianna. Much better…’

‘If I were you I’d take him up on it,’ she heard David advising her seriously. ‘After all, he is a man and—’

‘Is he really? Well, thanks for telling me something I didn’t know.’ Lucianna interrupted her brother with childish sarcasm.

‘But you don’t know, do you?’ Jake slipped in under her defences dulcetly. ‘Because you don’t have very much idea of what a real man actually is, do you, Lucianna?’

‘Stop teasing her, both of you,’ Janey intervened, adding gently to Lucianna before she could say anything, ‘Jake does have a point, though, Luce. And after all with John away for three months it gives you an ideal opportunity to—well, show him when he gets back just exactly what he’s been missing,’ she concluded lamely, avoiding looking directly at either Lucianna or the two men as she did so.

Lucianna moistened her lips before opening them to tell them in no uncertain terms that they must be mad if they thought she would ever entertain such a crazy idea, but no one seemed prepared to listen to her or even to let her speak because Jake was already saying, as though at some point she had actually given her verbal agreement to his taunting challenge, ‘There’ll have to be a few ground rules, of course.’

‘Ground rules…’ Lucianna glowered at him. ‘If by that you mean I’m going to have to take orders from you and…’ Then, inexplicably, she had a sudden and very hurtful mental image of that woman she had seen John studying as he’d walked away from her. Was it possible? Could Jake really show her, teach her…? She swallowed painfully, and to her own disbelief heard herself saying huskily, ‘Very well…I agree…’

‘My God, you must really want him…Why?’

Underneath the sardonic amusement in Jake’s voice ran a fine thread of something else, but Lucianna was too upset to hear it.

‘What do you think?’ she demanded sharply. ‘I love him…’

‘I seem to recall you once felt exactly the same about that wreck of a car you insisted on buying—what happened to it by the way?’

‘It’s still rusting away in the old barn,’ David informed him with a grin.

Lucianna gave them both a furious look.

‘Right, I want you at the Hall first thing in the morning,’ Jake told her. ‘Three months may sound a long time but given what we’ve got to get through…And the first thing you can do—’

‘At the Hall? No way. I’m far too busy,’ Lucianna told him defiantly.

‘Really? That’s not what these figures say,’ Jake countered, leaning over to study the accounts she had been working on before he’d walked in. ‘You’re not even breaking even,’ he told her.

Lucianna flushed defensively. There was no need for him to point out to her the shortcomings in the financial area of her business; she could see them easily enough for herself, and so too, she imagined, would the bank manager when she next went to see him.

‘Of course you’re not too busy,’ David told her. ‘She’ll be there, Jake,’ he assured his friend. ‘Don’t you worry.’