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Bound By Their Nine-Month Scandal
Dani Collins
Her revelation: “I’m pregnant. ” His demand: “Marry me…” Painfully insecure and media-shy heiress Pia is duty-bound to marry well. And illegitimate Angelo is completely unsuitable husband material. Yet this irresistible Spanish tech titan seduces Pia with a night of bliss…that leaves her pregnant! Pia can’t afford a scandal, but Angelo wants to publicly claim his heir. Now to control the headlines, Pia must step into the spotlight—with the wedding of the century!
Her bombshell: “I’m pregnant.”
His demand: “Marry me...”
Painfully insecure and media-shy heiress Pia is duty-bound to marry well. So illegitimate Angelo is completely unsuitable husband material. Yet this irresistible Spanish tech tycoon seduces Pia with an evening of bliss...that leaves her pregnant!
Pia can’t afford a scandal, but Angelo wants to publicly claim his heir. Now to control the headlines, Pia must wed the only man who has ever made her feel. With Angelo posing a danger to her well-guarded heart, can she step into the spotlight—with the wedding of the century?
Canadian DANI COLLINS knew in high school that she wanted to write romance for a living. Twenty-five years later, after marrying her high school sweetheart, having two kids with him, working at several generic office jobs and submitting countless manuscripts, she got The Call. Her first Mills & Boon novel won the Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best First in Series from RT Book Reviews. She now works in her own office, writing romance.
Also by Dani Collins (#u1f009972-8bc5-5018-bc77-764a6bc53a81)
The Secret Beneath the Veil
Xenakis’s Convenient Bride
Consequence of His Revenge
Claiming His Christmas Wife
Untouched Until Her Ultra-Rich Husband
The Maid’s Spanish Secret
Bound to the Desert King collection
Sheikh’s Princess of Convenience
Innocents for Billionaires miniseries
A Virgin to Redeem the Billionaire
Innocent’s Nine-Month Scandal
The Sauveterre Siblings miniseries
Pursued by the Desert Prince
His Mistress with Two Secrets
Bound by the Millionaire’s Ring
Prince’s Son of Scandal
Discover more at millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk).
Bound by Their Nine-Month Scandal
Dani Collins
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08841-1
BOUND BY THEIR NINE-MONTH SCANDAL
© 2019 Dani Collins
Published in Great Britain 2019
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Contents
Cover (#ua61f428c-99bc-5754-9873-963bd4cf1bba)
Back Cover Text (#u84f49357-1c2e-516d-97ed-fa7e77a17f91)
About the Author (#uf6dc355a-b928-5bba-9a29-0276b6a32015)
Booklist (#u295aa511-1532-5b82-9775-569871be8206)
Title Page (#ua8797e4e-834b-5f60-92f8-0399743c424b)
Copyright (#u94526429-bb95-5ff8-bc65-8da442f3d6e1)
Note to Readers
Dedication (#uf9624d8a-c947-5f6d-8916-81442ef20c85)
CHAPTER ONE (#u89adca67-3704-5e13-ae57-f266b2e604d0)
CHAPTER TWO (#u9b28aa5f-b5c3-5b8b-baca-d59ce2ce7317)
CHAPTER THREE (#u5c1592cf-27ca-58c2-9af6-486a06669900)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u072da31a-e62a-5cfe-ab8a-dc78e18e69c7)
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CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
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Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER ONE (#u1f009972-8bc5-5018-bc77-764a6bc53a81)
PIA MONTERO FEARED her sister-in-law’s masquerade ball would be interminable, and it was, but not for the reason she had anticipated.
The October evening was cool, but dry. Guests had embraced the chance to cast off tuxedos and backless couture for something more exciting. Women twirled in overblown gowns with bell skirts, elaborate wigs and feathered headdresses. Men stalked in colorful brocade jackets with epaulettes and lace cuffs and short pants with stockings. Some even wore the traje de luces of a bullfighter with horned masks.
The masks were works of art. A few had cat ears and bird beaks, some covered an entire face, others were part of a jester hat with bells dangling from the cockscomb. Some were made from handblown Venetian glass, others were made of lace or satin and adorned with feathers and flowers, beads and sequins.
There were prizes for best costumes, but Pia had chosen to forfeit. She wore an understated gown in indigo topped with a purple velvet jacket. Her mask was a conservative cat’s eye in molded silk painted with musical notes and roses, ideal for blending in.
She wished now that she’d chosen a full face mask as she watched a gold-lipped cherry blossom porcelain canvas swirl by. It would have allowed her to hide her thoughts behind a physical mask, rather than having to maintain the aloof expression she had practiced in the mirror at boarding school, back when she’d been hiding hurt feelings over everything, most especially being noticed.
Even when girls had stuck up for her back then, saying, “She’s shy. Leave her alone,” Pia had blushed and burned behind her breastbone, wishing herself into a hole in the ground because someone had looked at her.
Misery did not love company, as it turned out. She’d been lonely her entire childhood, too awkward to make friends and ridiculously smart, which had made her an academic rival, bookish and superior on top of all the rest.
Her saving grace was her bloodline. She came from Spain’s aristocracy. Her parents were the Duque and Duquessa of Castellon, her father an innovator in industrial metals who had become a well-respected, elected member of parliament once his sons were old enough to take the reins on what was now a multinational corporation.
Pia was also reasonably attractive—not that she played it up. She eschewed makeup and designer wear, seeing little point in trying to attract a boyfriend when her mother would ultimately assign her a husband.
Which La Reina Montero was trying to do right now, turning a perfectly tolerable evening into something Pia struggled to bear.
“I’d prefer to wait until January, after I’ve defended my dissertation,” Pia said, and braced herself, but it still stung when she received the expected tsk of tested tolerance.
Pia’s brothers were chemical engineers, both unmarried until they were thirty, but Pia’s accelerated study pace and soon-to-be-achieved doctorate only “wasted her best years,” according to her mother.
“These things take time,” her mother insisted. “Signal your interest. Was that the Estrada heir?”
Please no. Sebastián was decent enough, but he talked nonstop.
“His outgoing nature would balance your introversion. You’ll have to work on that so you can host galas like this.”
Say it louder, Mother.
“Perhaps if we go into the marquee, we can match names to the silent auction bids.” La Reina tilted away her mask, which was mounted on a stick like a lorgnette. “I shouldn’t have agreed to anything so childish as a masked ball. Very inconvenient.”
“Most people seem to be enjoying themselves,” Pia said mildly, noting laughter and noises of surprise as they approached the bustling tent where guests mingled while perusing the fund-raising items.
Ever the observer of animal behavior, especially human, Pia considered why a disguise would instill such high spirits. Was it the nostalgia of youthful play? She wouldn’t know. Her childhood had been so rigid as to be a form of conditioned adulthood.
“Poppy is doing well.” La Reina acknowledged her new daughter-in-law with reluctant approval as she glanced over the bids for rare vintage wines, antique jewelry, spa packages and VIP tickets to shows on Broadway and London’s West End.
Did the masks reduce caution and provoke a willingness to take risks, Pia wondered? Similar to the way social media provided a removal from face-to-face interactions, thereby emboldening people to behave more freely?
Pia certainly felt at liberty to stare more openly. From behind the screen of her mask, she watched a couple debate a bid for a certain item. The woman protested it was too extravagant while the man insisted he loved her and wanted her to have it.
Pia was fascinated by interactions like that. They reminded her of the tenderness and indulgence that existed between her older brothers and their wives. They had both started their marriages in scandal, but had turned them into something meaningful, making her yearn for something like it for herself—as she repaired the family name by way of a low-drama, civilized marriage that was more a contracted merger with a dynasty of equal rank and prestige.
She bit back a sigh. Taking up the mantle of duty wasn’t a sacrifice, she assured herself. It was a sensible course of action that benefited everyone, including herself. Her few attempts at dating had been failures, something the perfectionist in her loathed. Love and passion were foreign concepts. She wouldn’t recognize either if she tripped over them.
She turned from spying on the couple and ran straight into a man setting down a pencil.
Physically the impact was light. With wistfulness blanketing her, however, the collision felt monumental. Life altering.
His opera cloak opened like dark wings that threatened to engulf her as his hands came up to grasp her upper arms and steady her.
Their masks had caused this, her confused mind quickly deduced. They interfered with peripheral vision. She wasn’t clumsy or blind and doubted he was, either. He was too vital and controlled.
She recognized those traits in him instinctively, even though she wasn’t usually sensitive to such things. Or sensual either, but she found herself taking in nonvisual elements even more swiftly than the sight of him. The heat of his body radiated around her. The strength in his hands was both gentle and firm. The scent of fresh air and orange blossoms clung to his clothing as though he’d arrived from a long walk through the grove, not from the stale air of a car.
