With This Fling.... Kelly Hunter

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       Praise for Kelly Hunter

      “Hunter’s emotionally rich tale will make readers laugh and cry along with the characters. A truly fantastic read.”

      —RT Book Reviews on

      Revealed: A Prince and a Pregnancy

      “This is a dynamite story of a once-forbidden relationship, featuring two terrific characters who have to deal with the past before they can finally be together.”

      —RT Book Reviews on

      Exposed: Misbehaving with the Magnate

      “This story starts out on a light, fun and flirty note and spins into an emotional and heartfelt tale about coming to terms with the past and embracing the future.”

      —RT Book Reviews on

      Playboy Boss, Live-In Mistress

      About the Author

      About Kelly Hunter

      Accidentally educated in the sciences, KELLY HUNTER has always had a weakness for fairytales, fantasy worlds, and losing herself in a good book. Husband … yes. Children … two boys. Cooking and cleaning … sigh. Sports … no, not really—in spite of the best efforts of her family. Gardening … yes. Roses, of course. Kelly was born in Australia and has travelled extensively. Although she enjoys living and working in different parts of the world, she still calls Australia home.

      Kelly’s novels Sleeping Partner and Revealed: A Prince and a Pregnancy were both finalists for the Romance Writers of America RITA^® award, in the Best Contemporary Series Romance category!

      Visit Kelly online at www.kellyhunter.net

       Also by Kelly Hunter

      Cracking the Dating Code

      Flirting With Intent

      The Man She Loves To Hate

      Red-Hot Renegade

      Untameable Rogue

      Revealed: A Prince and a Pregnancy

      Exposed: Misbehaving with the Magnate

      Playboy Boss, Live-In Mistress

      The Maverick’s Greek Island Mistress

      Sleeping Partner

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       With This Fling…

      Kelly Hunter

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      If wishes were fishes, beggars would fly

      PROLOGUE

      THERE was a lot to be said for fictional fiancés, decided Charlotte Greenstone as she settled into the saggy vinyl hospital chair for yet another night-time vigil by her dying godmother’s side. The room had seen decades of sickness and death but the elderly Aurora refused entry to gloom and opted instead to remember a life well lived and speculate quite outrageously on what might come after death.

      Ashes seemed inevitable given that Aurora wanted to be cremated, but, if not dust, Aurora pondered the layout of heaven, the hierarchy within it, and how long the waiting list for reincarnation as a house cat might be.

      This night, unfortunately, wasn’t shaping up to be one of Aurora’s better nights. Tonight Aurora was morphined-up and fretful, her main concern being that once she was gone Charlotte would have no one. Not nothing—for when it came to worldly possessions Charlotte had more than enough for any one person. But when it came to family and a sense of belonging … when it came down to the number of people Charlotte could turn to for comfort and company … Aurora’s concerns weren’t entirely unfounded. Hence the invention of Charlotte’s tailor-made handy-dandy fictional fiancé. A wonderfully useful man if ever there was one.

      Dashing.

      Deliciously honourable.

      Modest yet supremely accomplished.

      And, last but not least, absent.

      Once the awkwardness of the initial deception had passed, the fictional fiancé had provided endless hours of bedside entertainment. More to the point, his presence—so to speak—had provided valuable reassurance to a godmother who needed it that Charlotte would be loved. That she wouldn’t be lonely. Not with the likes of Thaddeus Jeremiah Gilbert Tyler around.

      Not that anyone actually called the man Thaddeus to his face, oh, no. His research colleagues called him Tyler, and they uttered the name respectfully given his status as an independently wealthy globetrotting botanist, humanitarian, eco warrior, and citizen of Australia. His mother called him TJ. Always had, always would. Thaddeus Jeremiah Gilbert’s father called him son, and bore a startling resemblance to Sean Connery. The adventurous Mr Tyler had no siblings—easier just to make him like Charlotte in that regard.

      Charlotte called him Gil and laced the word with affection and desire, and Aurora believed.

      Gil was in Papua New Guinea, somewhere up the Sepik River where phones were few and contact with the outside world was practically non-existent. Charlotte had managed to get a message through to him though … finally … and he’d sent a tribesman back to Moresby with a message for her. He hoped to be there soon, for he’d missed Charlotte most desperately and never wanted to be parted from her again. He wanted to meet Aurora, for he’d heard so much about her: accomplished businesswoman, artefact collector, godmother and all round good fairy; he wanted to meet the woman who’d raised his beloved Charlotte.

      Aurora wanted to meet him.