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Название: In the Argentine's Bed / Secret Baby, Public Affair

Автор: Yvonne Lindsay

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Контркультура

Серия: Mills & Boon Desire

isbn: 9781408915783

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       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

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       Copyright

      In The

      Argentine’s Bed

      By

Jennifer Lewis

      Dear Reader,

      The seed for this book was planted while I was out walking with my friend and neighbour, Ana, and she mentioned that her family came from Argentina’s wine country. Once I learned that the Mendoza wine-growing region is nestled at the foot of the majestic Andes mountains and irrigated by melt water from the snowy peaks, I became fascinated.

      In recent years the area has experienced a boom in productivity and popularity, since local altitudes and sun exposure combine to create a terroir that produces unique and intense flavours. I learned a lot about the passionate wine makers of the area and their beautiful estates from www.vinesofmendoza.com and naturally I also enjoyed some delicious liquid research.

      This land of colourful history, breathtaking scenery and rich flavours seemed the perfect setting for a tale of intrigue and passion. I hope you enjoy Susannah and Amado’s story.

       Jennifer Lewis

      Jennifer Lewis has been dreaming up stories for as long as she can remember and is thrilled to be able to share them with readers. She has lived on both sides of the Atlantic and worked in media and the arts before she grew bold enough to put pen to paper. Happily settled in New York with her family, she would love to hear from readers at [email protected]. Visit her website at www.jenlewis.com.

      To Ana, my ally in many adventures.

      Acknowledgement:

      Thanks once again to the generous people who read

      this book while I was writing it, including Amanda,

      Anne, Betty, Carol, Cynthia and Leeanne, and my agent

      Andrea. Special thanks to Liliana and Marina, creators

      of www.universeofromance.com.ar/harlequineras

      for their enthusiasm and assistance.

      Chapter One

      How do you make a complete stranger hand over his DNA?

      Susannah Clarke’s rental car was almost totally out of gas. She’d known the Tierra de Oro estancia was well outside Mendoza, Argentina, and had planned accordingly. But the car and its fuel tank were tiny, and everything else here was on a much grander scale than she’d imagined.

      Including her own trepidation.

      To her right, the sun glittered amongst the high, snow-dusted peaks of the Andes. Around her lay the fertile plain that supported some of the finest vineyards in the world.

      As she turned off the highway, the needle on the fuel meter hovered below zero. Come on, just a little farther. She didn’t want to run out of gas and have to walk the rest of the way to the house with her news. “Hey, I think you’re my boss’s illegitimate son—got a gallon of gas to spare?”

      She swallowed hard as a building came into view.

      Deep breath.

      She eased off the accelerator, anxious to stretch the last few drops of gas as far as they’d go. Rows of cypress trees now lined the drive, shading it from the bright sun. An elegant painted sign pointed to the right, where she could see a large brick structure against the backdrop of mountains. The Tierra de Oro Bodega, or winery.

      She pressed on toward the house. For once she wasn’t coming to talk to the chief viticulturist about which kinds of grapes thrived in the local soils or how many cases Hardcastle Enterprises wanted for its flagship restaurant.

      The avenue of cypress widened into a lush garden, surrounding a lovely old house with a red-tiled roof and wide, arched windows.

       This is it.

      She pulled the stick-shift car to a jerky stop in front of the paneled wood doorway. She opened the car door and stepped out, her heart thudding.

      Then she heard the barking. Loud, guttural and getting closer with every second. Two huge white dogs bounded around the side of the house and careened toward her across the gravel.

      Holy—

      Susannah staggered back and struggled with the car door handle, her brain crowded with visions of being eaten alive on Amado Alvarez’s doorstep.

      It wouldn’t open.

      The worn door handle had apparently done enough work today.

      “Help!” she finally cried, in Spanish, СКАЧАТЬ