One Night To Wedding Vows. KIM LAWRENCE
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Название: One Night To Wedding Vows
Автор: KIM LAWRENCE
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781474043632
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‘Last night we had a good time.’
Lara struggled to fight her way out of the images that flickered relentlessly through her head.
‘I made you forget.’
Where she began and he ended.
‘And you returned the favour.’
The glitter in Raoul’s eyes was mesmerising as with his elbows on the table he leaned in, his dark stare mesmerising. The butterfly kicks had been a struggle to handle, but now her stomach dissolved.
‘So what do you think?’
She blinked like someone waking up and choked out, ‘It was sex and it was one night.’ She shook her head and loosed a shocked, incredulous laugh. ‘What you’re suggesting … beyond being certifiably insane—’
‘Could work. I’m not asking for you to sign over your life.’
‘Isn’t that what marriage usually entails?’
Conveniently wedded, passionately bedded!
Whether there’s a debt to be paid, a will to be obeyed or a business to be saved …
She’s got no choice but to say, ‘I do’!
But these billionaire bridegrooms have got another think coming if they think marriage will be easy …
Soon their convenient brides become the object of an inconvenient desire!
Find out what happens after the vows in
Untouched Until Marriage by Chantelle Shaw
The Billionaire’s Defiant Acquisition by Sharon Kendrick
One Night to Wedding Vows by Kim Lawrence
Look for more stories coming soon!
One Night to Wedding Vows
Kim Lawrence
KIM LAWRENCE lives on a farm in Anglesey with her university lecturer husband, assorted pets who arrived as strays and never left, and sometimes one or both of her boomerang sons. When she’s not writing she loves to be outdoors gardening, or walking on one of the beaches for which the island is famous—along with being the place where Prince William and Catherine made their first home!
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THE PLACE DIDN’T fall silent as Sergio Di Vittorio walked through the casino but there was a discernible hush in the room, an air of expectancy as the elderly aristocrat walked in ahead of two tall, dark, suited figures. The heavier set of the two stayed by the entrance while the other followed his employer, remaining a respectful pace behind the older man as he continued his regal progress.
From where he was standing, one shoulder propped against a marble pillar, Raoul’s sensually designed lips curved in a cynical smile from which affection was not totally absent as he watched his grandfather’s stately arrival. In the periphery of his vision he remained aware of the middle-aged guy, eyes glazed with febrile excitement, who continued to throw good money after bad on the roulette wheel. It had been like watching a car crash, now only a matter of how many innocent victims he’d take with him...a wife, a kid...?
The reckless gleam in Raoul’s own deep-set dark eyes owed more to the brandy in his hand than the spin of a wheel. Each to his own drug of choice, Raoul thought, with a lazy tolerance. He turned, a faint ironic smile of self-mockery curving his lips as he found himself automatically straightening his spine as his grandfather got closer. Old habits die hard, he thought to himself, and his grandfather had strong views on good posture.
The autocratic head of the diverse family businesses and guardian СКАЧАТЬ