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One Night: Blissful Seduction: The Secret His Mistress Carried / Secrets, Lies & Lullabies / To Sin with the Tycoon
Heidi Betts
CATHY WILLIAMS
LYNNE GRAHAM
One Night of Consequences…The Secret His Mistress CarriedIrresistibly gorgeous Greek Giorgios Letsos has one thing on his mind: finding Billie Smith, his mistress before his marriage. But the sweet woman he once knew slams the door in his face! She’s determined not to fall for his seduction again. Especially now that she has a secret to protect…Secrets, Lies and LullabiesWhen Jessica Taylor spots Alexander Bajoran, the man who ruined her family, at the resort where she’s working, she plots revenge. But the plan backfires when Jessica is seduced by the wealthy businessman…and she becomes mother to his child!To Sin with the TycoonWith the quirk of an eyebrow, Gabriel Cabrera can get anything he wants! That is until he meets PA Alice Morgan and realises three things:1) He’s jealous…a first.2) He’s in pursuit…also a first.3) She seems immune to his charms…definitely a first!
One Night: Blissful Seduction
The Secret His Mistress Carried
Lynne Graham
Secrets, Lies & Lullabies
Heidi Betts
To Sin with the Tycoon
Cathy Williams
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#uae5fb091-204d-55b6-a310-d0ed6cc8f513)
Title Page (#uaa32b17e-ae97-55f0-bed5-452ab7ac7900)
The Secret His Mistress Carried (#u188bef75-9c5b-570e-a85a-8f23d0a61481)
About the Author (#u74473808-1ca4-5b33-ae8d-8d5d111ae722)
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_c8a7dec5-0fe5-5a70-a56f-6765c3098a5e)
CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_f1f7807c-152e-5d2c-a6d3-9a8170128c9b)
CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_50d1f151-c2b5-52aa-a61b-1551a9be9de2)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ulink_b1cb7038-f27d-523d-a594-370e867ce794)
CHAPTER FIVE (#ulink_8b147007-6b51-5e7b-b619-95080ec28501)
CHAPTER SIX (#ulink_ccede569-fdfb-54fd-8642-92b1bf61ae09)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#ulink_97cc690c-7f91-58c6-8913-bc4fcc06ddf6)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#ulink_d0d5adca-00bc-5fea-b036-a11272804b8f)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
Secrets, Lies & Lullabies (#litres_trial_promo)
Back Cover Text (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
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Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
To Sin with the Tycoon (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
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The Secret His Mistress Carried (#u4b007831-7560-5e6a-9ff7-22cd66c6bca4)
Lynne Graham
LYNNE GRAHAM was born in Northern Ireland and has been a keen romance reader since her teens. She is very happily married, with an understanding husband who has learned to cook since she started to write! Her five children keep her on her toes. She has a very large dog, which knocks everything over, a very small terrier, which barks a lot, and two cats. When time allows, Lynne is a keen gardener.
CHAPTER ONE (#u4b007831-7560-5e6a-9ff7-22cd66c6bca4)
THE GREEK OIL BILLIONAIRE, Giorgios Letsos was throwing the party of the year at his London town house. Yet, instead of socialising, he was answering his emails, escaping the predatory females who had dogged his every footstep since the news of his divorce became public.
‘I heard,’ a female voice murmured outside the library door, which stood ajar after a maid had served her employer with a drink and failed to close it, ‘that he got rid of her because she did drugs.’
‘I heard,’ another voice piped up, ‘that he dumped her back on her father’s doorstep in the middle of the night with all her things.’
‘I heard,’ a third voice interposed,.‘that the pre-nup was so tight she didn’t get a cent.’
Gio was sardonically amused that speculation was keeping his neglected guests entertained. His cell phone pulsed and he answered it.
‘Mr Letsos? It’s Joe Henley from Henley Investigations...’
‘Yes?’ Gio asked absently, assuming it was the usual quarterly callback to report a negative result, his attention still on his laptop as he mulled over the purchase of another company with the kind of concentration and enjoyment he would never find at any party.
‘We’ve found her...er, at least I’m ninety per cent certain this time,’ the older man carefully framed because neither of them would ever forget the mistake he had once made when Gio had gone racing across the city in his limo only to find himself looking at a complete stranger. ‘I took a photo and emailed it to you. Perhaps you’d like to check it out before we go any further.’
We’ve found her... Suddenly, Gio was galvanised into action, springing out of his chair to his full imposing height of six feet four inches, squaring his wide shoulders while he flicked back to the emails. Fierce intensity had fired his dark golden eyes while he identified the right email before clicking on the attachment.
It wasn’t a great photo but the small curvaceous figure in the floral raincoat was instantly recognisable to his hard, searching gaze. Excitement and satisfaction roared in an intoxicating wave through Gio’s lean, powerful length.
‘You will be generously paid for this piece of detection,’ Gio breathed with rare warmth as he stared at the picture as though it might disappear at any moment. As she had done. She had contrived to lose herself so completely he had honestly begun to believe that even with all the resources he had at his disposal he would never track her down.
‘Where is she?’ he pressed.
‘I have the address, Mr Letsos, but I haven’t yet acquired sufficient info to make up a proper background report,’ Joe Henley explained. ‘If you give me a couple of days, I’ll proceed the usual way—’
‘All I need, all I want,’ Gio stressed with rippling impatience at the thought of waiting even an hour, ‘is her address.’
And suddenly, Gio was smiling for the first time in a very long time. He had finally found her. Of course that didn’t automatically mean he intended to forgive her, he swiftly qualified, straightening his muscular shoulders. His wide, sensual mouth compressed in a manner that would have made his chief executives quail, for he was a tough man, an inflexible, stubborn man, very much feared in the business world. After all, Billie had walked out on him, was, in fact, the only woman ever to pull that stunt on Gio Letsos. But there she was on screen, his Billie, still wearing flowery clothes like a nature explosion, a shock of caramel-coloured blonde curls flowing round her heart-shaped elfin face, her wide green eyes unusually serious.
‘You’re not a very active host,’ a voice remarked from the doorway. The speaker was as short as Gio was tall and as fair as Gio was dark but Gio and Leandros Conistis had been friends since their schooldays, both of them born into wealthy, privileged and pedigreed, if dysfunctional, Greek families and sent to England to board at exclusive fee-paying schools.
Gio closed down his laptop and studied his old friend. ‘Did you expect anything different?’
‘Even for you, that sounds arrogant,’ Leandros countered.
‘We both know that even if I threw a non-alcoholic party in a cave, it would be packed,’ Gio said drily, well aware of the pulling power of his vast wealth.
‘I didn’t know you were going to throw a divorce party.’
‘That would be tasteless. It’s not a divorce party.’
‘You can’t fool me,’ Leandros warned him.
Gio’s lean, strong face was expressionless, his famed reserve kicking in hard and fast. ‘Calisto and I had a very civilised divorce—’
‘And now you’re back on the market and the piranhas are circling,’ Leandros commented.
‘I will never marry again,’ Gio declared grimly.
‘Never is a long time...’
‘I mean it,’ Gio emphasised darkly.
His friend said nothing and then tried to lighten the atmosphere with an old joke, ‘At least you could trust Calisto to know that Canaletto isn’t the name of a race horse!’
Momentarily, Gio froze, his lean, dark, devastating features tightening, for that gag had worn thin years before he stopped hearing it. Sadly, not Billie’s most shining moment.
‘I mean...’ Leandros was still grinning ‘...I don’t blame you for ditching that one...what an airhead!’
Gio said nothing. Even with his oldest friend Gio was not given to making confidences or baring his soul. In actuality, Gio had not ditched Billie; he simply hadn’t taken her out with him in public again.
* * *
In the garage, Billie was going through garments and costume jewellery that she had acquired during the week to sell in her vintage clothes shop. She was sorting items into piles for washing, repair or specialist cleaning while dumping anything past its prime. While she worked, she talked non-stop to her son. ‘You’re absolutely the most cute and adorable baby ever born,’ she told Theo warmly as he kicked his legs in his high chair, smiled beatifically and happily got on with eating his mid-morning snacks.
With a sigh, she straightened her aching back, reflecting that all the bending and stretching had at least started knocking off a few pounds of the extra baby weight she had been carrying for months. The doctor had told her that that was normal but Billie had always had to watch her weight and she knew that while putting it on was easy, getting it back off again was not. And the problem with being only five feet two inches tall with an overly large bust and hips was that it only took a few surplus pounds and a thicker waistline to make her look like a little barrel.
She would take all the kids to the playground and walk round and round and round the little park with the pram, she decided ruefully.
