His Camelia [Completed]

His Yasmina-NOW COMPLETED

Hello His Camelia readers,

For those of you that haven't read the spinoff to His Camelia yet, I wanted to inform you all that my next story in the "His" series, His Yasmina is NOW COMPLETE!

I've included a short description and a small excerpt. I hope you will begin reading it and enjoy it as much as you did My others....

Thanks,
Shaz
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Summary:
Little did he know, her flame couldn't be put out. 
And little did she know. . .Cristiano always won. 
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Ruthless, cold-hearted Cristiano Russo is out for revenge. 

He thought she'd fall like a ripe peach into his hands.  He'd even planned on it.  Nothing and no one was going to stop him from crushing her.  His thirst for revenge was too great, vowing to use her heart against her, use her for his pleasure and discard her like damaged goods-broken and disgraced.  But what he didn't expect was a burning spit fire that fought him every step of his deceitful plan to ruin her. 

Jasmine St. James thought he felt the the instantaneous connection and the sparks fly as soon as they met during her sisters magical, fairytale wedding.  But behind his smooth Italian accent, and charming exterior, she soon discovered Cristiano was a devil in disguise.

After a heated, humiliating exchange of words, and her hate for him burning like an inferno inside of her, Jasmine returns to her busy life in England full of outrage, confusion, and wounded pride hoping never to set eyes on his rugged, handsome face ever again.  Unfortunately, her problems haven't even begun as he materializes out of nowhere, taunting her at every corner, constantly reminding her of his presence and giving her a taste of hell.

And she soon finds out it's all because of her playboy brother Zayn and the mile-long, string of panties and broken hearts he's left behind.

Will Jasmine be strong enough to tame the flames of Cristiano's revenge? 

It's said, there's honor in revenge. 

It's also said, it isn't as sweet as it tastes.

Prologue:
He was looking her from the tip of her black stilettos and slowly raising his gaze all over her until he reached her eyes again.  An arrogant, scoundrels half-smile broke over his face.

"You're quite a woman."

She couldn't fight the pink blush flooding her cheeks. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Russo."

He took a step closer, and for a second she was certain he would kiss her.  He was near enough that she could see the dark bristles lining his firm jaw. She held her breath ready to fight him.  He reaches for her hand, never breaking eye contact.  Her breath hitched, watching him with wide eyed wonder as he lifted it to his lips and kissed the back like a well mannered gentleman. 

His gaze seared into her soul.

"Accept my apology, Yasmina.  I stand before you as a man, needing no more than your forgiveness and your friendship. Forgive me for all the horrible things I said. You deserve better than how I treated you." He slid his cheek back and forth against her hand. His eyes still locked with Jasmine's, he kisses her palm and each finger.