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Her Exquisite Surrender: Surrendering All But Her Heart / Innocent in the Ivory Tower / Full Surrender
Lucy Ellis
Joanne Rock
MELANIE MILBURNE
Surrendering All But Her HeartGuarded Natalie Armitage’s world shattered the first time Angelo Bellandini mentioned marriage…and she ran. Five years later she’s facing her second proposal from a vengeful Angelo – and this time he won’t take no for an answer!Innocent in the Ivory TowerNanny Maisy Edmonds is furious when a stranger tries to take her little charge – and steal a kiss! Can infamous tycoon Alexei Ranaevsky really be the child’s godfather? Installed in Alexei’s Italian villa, Maisy is intent on protecting little Kostya – and her heart…Full SurrenderFive years after an ordeal in Iraq, Stephanie Rosen’s mojo has gone MIA. There’s only one place she’ll find it – with Daniel Murphy, the one-night fling she’s never forgotten. The sexy lieutenant is on leave for twenty days…plenty of time for a full surrender!
Her Exquisite
Surrender
Surrendering All But Her Heart
Melanie Milburne
Innocent in the Ivory Tower
Lucy Ellis
Full Surrender
Joanne Rock
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#u6167bfc4-281c-5d97-acdf-bd9145c03402)
Title Page (#u1b763566-fc85-5e0e-bdb0-79f56c1146d3)
Surrendering All But Her Heart (#u9d91423f-2846-5966-94be-9bc0f5028f63)
About the Author (#u0be7d726-11cd-516d-813a-952211c6015c)
CHAPTER ONE (#u1e902929-c6a2-5f9c-99d9-e875bd940df9)
CHAPTER TWO (#u20bdd3d7-10b5-57cf-be1f-b9a68cea4274)
CHAPTER THREE (#u111d1bc4-039c-5339-a809-26fa76bd1eec)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u6bdd78c7-7e08-535e-adda-dfaa7517ec2d)
CHAPTER FIVE (#ua2474d59-2bb8-5f0a-95a7-d21e52bc08b0)
CHAPTER SIX (#u888607d3-05ef-59a1-8a30-3847045a7166)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#uc599afa1-ae01-5e4f-8aa3-5431235f8f06)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#uccf00504-5ec2-5e3a-871f-837e34dd5395)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
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Innocent in the Ivory Tower (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
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Melanie Milburne
From as soon as MELANIE MILBURNE could pick up a pen she knew she wanted to write. It was when she picked up her first Mills & Boon at seventeen that she realised she wanted to write romance. After being distracted for a few years by meeting and marrying her own handsome hero, surgeon husband Steve, and having two boys, plus completing a Masters of Education and becoming a nationally ranked athlete (masters swimming), she decided to write. Five submissions later she sold her first book, and is now a multi-published bestselling, award-winning USA TODAY author. In 2008 she won the Australian Readers Association’s most popular category/series romance, and in 2011 she won the prestigious Romance Writers of Australia R*BY award.
Melanie loves to hear from her readers via her website—www.melaniemilburne.com.au (http://www.melaniemilburne.com.au)—or on Facebook: facebook.com/pages/Melanie-Milburne/351594482609 (http://facebook.com/pages/Melanie-Milburne/351594482609).
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_b1da741b-b494-583c-992e-5180b14df9ee)
Y‘OU’LL have to see him.’
Natalie could still hear the desperation and pleading in her mother’s tone even as she pressed the call button for the lift leading up to Angelo Bellandini’s swish London office. The words had taken up residence in her head. They had kept her awake for the last forty-eight hours. They had accompanied her like oversized baggage on the train all the way from her home in Edinburgh. They had clickety-clacked over the tracks until they had been like a mind-numbing mantra in her head.
‘You’ll have to see him. You’ll have to see him. You’ll have to see him.’
Not that she hadn’t seen him in the last five years. Just about every newspaper and online blog had a photo or information about the playboy heir to the Bellandini fortune. Angelo Bellandini’s fast-living lifestyle was the topic of many an online forum. His massive wealth—of which, to his credit, only half was inherited; the other half had been acquired through his own hard work—made him a force to be reckoned with.
And now she had to reckon with him, on behalf of her wayward younger brother and his foolish actions.
A prickle of apprehension fluttered like a faceless, fast-footed creature down the length of her spine as she stepped into the glass and chrome capsule of the lift. Her hand shook slightly as she reached for the correct floor button.
Would Angelo even agree to see her, given the way she had walked out of his life five years ago? Would he hate her as much as he had once loved her? Would the passion and desire that had once burned in his dark brown gaze now be a blaze of hatred instead?
Her insides shifted uneasily as she stepped out of the lift and approached the reception area. Having grown up with comfortable wealth, she should not be feeling so intimidated by the plush and elegant surroundings. But when they had first met Angelo had never revealed to her the extent of his family fortune. To her he had been just a hard-working, handsome Italian guy, studying for a Master’s degree in business. He had gone to considerable lengths to conceal his privileged background—but then, who was she to talk?
She had revealed even less about hers.
‘I’m afraid Signor Bellandini is unavailable at present,’ his receptionist said in a crisp, businesslike tone in response to Natalie’s request. ‘Would you like to make an appointment for some other time?’
Natalie looked at the model-gorgeous young woman, with her perfectly smooth blonde hair and clear china-blue eyes, and felt her already flagging self-esteem plummet like an anchor to the basement. Even though in the lift she had reapplied lip-gloss and run her fingers through her nondescript flyaway brown hair, it was hardly the same as being professionally groomed. She was aware her clothes looked as if they had been slept in, even though she hadn’t slept a wink for the last twenty-four hours, and that her normally peaches and cream complexion was grey with worry. There were damson-coloured shadows under her eyes and her cheeks had a hollow look to them. But then that happened every year at this time, and had done so since she was seven years old.
She straightened her shoulders with iron-strong resolve. She was not going to leave without seeing Angelo, even if she had to wait all day. ‘Tell Signor Bellandini I’m only in London for the next twenty-four hours.’ She handed her personal business card over the counter, as well as the card of the hotel she had booked for the night. ‘I can be contacted on that mobile number or at my hotel.’
The receptionist glanced at the cards and then raised her eyes to Natalie’s. ‘You’re Natalie Armitage?’ she asked. ‘The Natalie Armitage of Natalie Armitage Interiors?’
‘Er … yes.’
The receptionist’s eyes sparkled with delight. ‘I have some of your sheets and towels,’ she said. ‘I just adored your last spring collection. Because of me, all of my friends now have your stuff. It’s so feminine and fresh. So original.’
Natalie smiled politely. ‘Thank you.’
The receptionist leaned towards the intercom. ‘Signor Bellandini?’ she said. ‘A Miss Natalie Armitage is here to see you. Would you like me to squeeze her in before your next client or make another appointment for later this afternoon?’
Natalie’s heart stalled in that infinitesimal moment before she heard his voice. Would he sound surprised to find she was here in person? Annoyed? Angry?
‘No,’ he said evenly, his deep baritone and sexy accent like a silky caress on her skin. ‘I will see her now.’
The receptionist led the way down an expansive corridor and smiled as she came to a door bearing a brass plaque with Angelo’s name on it. ‘You’re very lucky,’ she said in a conspiratorial undertone. ‘He doesn’t normally see clients without an appointment. Most people have to wait weeks to see him.’ Her eyes sparkled again. ‘Maybe he wants to slip between your sheets, so to speak?’
Natalie gave a weak smile and stepped through the door the receptionist had opened. Her eyes went straight to where Angelo was seated, behind a mahogany desk that seemed to have a football field of carpet between it and the door that had just clicked shut, like the door of a prison cell, behind her.
Her throat tightened. She tried to unlock it by swallowing, but it still felt as if a puffer fish was lodged halfway down.
He looked as staggeringly gorgeous as ever—maybe even more so. The landscape of his face had barely changed, apart from two deep grooves that bracketed his unsmiling mouth. His raven-black hair was shorter than it had been five years ago, but it still curled lushly against the collar of his light blue business shirt. His face was cleanly shaven, but the dark pinpricks of persistent masculine stubble were clearly visible along his lean cheeks and stubbornly set jaw. His thickly lashed eyes were the same deep, espresso coffee brown, so dark she could not make out his pupils or his mood.
He rose to his feet, but whether it was out of politeness or a desire to intimidate Natalie wasn’t quite sure. At six foot four he was impressively, imposingly tall. Even in heels she had to crane her neck to maintain eye contact.
She sent the tip of her tongue out to moisten her concrete-dry lips. She had to keep her cool. She had spent most of her life keeping her emotions under the strictest control. Now was not the time to show how worried she was about the situation with her brother. Angelo would feed off that and work it to his advantage. All she had to do was pay for the damage Lachlan had caused, then get out of here and never look back.
‘Thank you for seeing me at short notice,’ she said. ‘I understand how busy you are. I won’t take up too much of your time.’
Those incredibly dark, inscrutable eyes nailed hers relentlessly as he reached across to press the intercom. ‘Fiona, postpone my engagements for the next hour,’ he said. ‘And hold all my calls. On no account am I to be interrupted.’
‘Will do.’
Natalie blinked at him as he straightened. ‘Look, there’s really no need to interrupt your busy schedule—’
‘There is every need,’ he said, still holding her gaze with the force of his. ‘What your brother did to one of my hotel rooms in Rome is a criminal offence.’
‘Yes,’ she said, swallowing again. ‘I know. But he’s been going through a difficult stage just now, and I—’
One of his jet-black brows lifted satirically. ‘What “difficult stage” would that be?’ he asked. ‘Has Daddy taken away his Porsche or cut back his allowance?’
