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Revenge In The Boardroom: Fonseca's Fury / Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Boss? / Unfinished Business
Nina Harrington
Cat Schield
ABBY GREEN
Fonseca’s Fury by Abby Green The last time Luca Fonseca saw Serena DePiero he ended up in jail. The Brazilian billionaire has since clawed back his reputation, but he’s never forgotten her. So when Luca discovers Serena’s working for his charity his anger is reignited… As passion flares it may just consume them both!Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Boss? By Nina Harrington Scott Elstrom craves freedom…so leaving the wilds of Alaska behind to save the family company isn’t top on his list of priorities! And getting his portrait painted by one feisty, sexy fireball…? Never! But, Tori needs this commission so she won’t back down. This battle of wills is proving to be a bit too tempting!Unfinished Business by Cat Schield When it comes to Rachel, Max makes an exception to his take-no-prisoners rule. He’ll hold her hostage as his secretary and settle old scores from their brief affair. Rachel needs Max to keep her business alive so she can’t say no. But soon their reignited passion reveals the mystery of her past. Will Max be able to forgive her?
Revenge in the Boardroom
Fonseca’s Fury
Abby Green
Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Boss?
Nina Harrington
Unfinished Business
Cat Schield
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
About the Authors (#ubb6ae970-dd5a-5023-8a3d-e5fd159fa382)
ABBY GREEN spent her teens reading Mills & Boon romances. She then spent many years working in the Film and TV industry as an Assistant Director. One day while standing outside an actor’s trailer in the rain, she thought: there has to be more than this. So she sent off a partial to Mills & Boon. After many rewrites, they accepted her first book and an author was born. She lives in Dublin, Ireland and you can find out more here: www.abby-green.com (http://www.abby-green.com)
NINA HARRINGTON grew up in rural Northumberland, England, and decided at the age of eleven that she was going to be a librarian – because then she could read all of the books in the public library whenever she wanted! Since then she has been a shop assistant, community pharmacist, technical writer, university lecturer, volcano walker and industrial scientist, before taking a career break to realise her dream of being a fiction writer. When she is not creating stories which make her readers smile, her hobbies are cooking, eating, enjoying good wine – and talking, for which she has had specialist training.
CAT SCHIELD has been reading and writing romance since school. Although she graduated from college with a B.A. in business, her idea of a perfect career was writing books for Mills & Boon. And now, after winning the Romance Writers of America 2010 Golden Heart® for contemporary romance, that dream has come true. Cat lives in Minnesota with her daughter, Emily, and their Burmese cat. When she’s not writing sexy, romantic stories, she can be found sailing with friends on the St. Croix River or in more exotic locales like the Caribbean and Europe. She loves to hear from readers. Find her at www.catschield.com (http://www.catschield.com). Follow her on Twitter @catschield (http://twitter.com/@catschield).
Table of Contents
Cover (#ue91b9160-6072-5d28-b2fe-7d94225ce075)
Title Page (#uaab34a4a-5e74-50c8-be55-c1e9e4a35978)
About the Authors (#u2df7e149-4480-521f-ab3a-abd7865bf44e)
Fonseca’s Fury (#u144c5aca-57e1-58cb-81a1-8b42cfd9bacc)
Dedication (#ub69958bd-9814-5ea6-afc8-380dc46d38d6)
CHAPTER ONE (#u5f7ac77e-f831-5bfc-b184-ddf226901f41)
CHAPTER TWO (#uc6b4c01f-1117-5f4b-8eb5-1ec8be2f0ce5)
CHAPTER THREE (#u0695bcc3-34f1-5170-9fa0-552bbc248f82)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u108c5a7f-5894-5b11-b55a-86d57b0737c3)
CHAPTER FIVE (#u1b7710d2-ce94-55e1-8409-bf87105bbf2e)
CHAPTER SIX (#ue6c045d4-8384-5319-a3a2-a69343489b95)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#ucfa1650f-5651-56df-b6ea-deeee81d97c2)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#u02dc3f85-5322-51ba-a3f1-b3a45ea2199e)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
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Fonseca’s Fury (#ubb6ae970-dd5a-5023-8a3d-e5fd159fa382)
Abby Green
This is for Helen Kane – thanks for going to Dubai and letting me rent out your house and possibly the most idyllic office space in Dublin. And I do forgive you for leaving me behind in Kathmandu (on my birthday!) while you went off and romanced your own Mills & Boon hero! X
CHAPTER ONE (#ubb6ae970-dd5a-5023-8a3d-e5fd159fa382)
SERENA DEPIERO SAT in the plush ante-room and looked at the name on the opposite wall, spelled out in matt chrome lettering, and reeled.
Roseca Industries and Philanthropic Foundation.
Renewed horror spread through her. It had only been on the plane to Rio de Janeiro, when she'd been reading the extra information on the charity given to her by her boss, that she'd become aware that it was part of a much bigger organisation. An organisation run and set up by Luca Fonseca. The name Roseca was apparently an amalgamation of his father and mother's surnames. And Serena wasn't operating on a pay grade level high enough to require her to be aware of this knowledge before now.
Except here she was, outside the CEO's office, waiting to be called in to see the one man on the planet who had every reason to hate her guts. Why hadn't he sacked her months ago, as soon as she'd started working for him? Surely he must have known? An insidious suspicion took root: perhaps he'd orchestrated this all along, to lull her into a false sense of security before letting her crash spectacularly to the ground.
That would be breathtakingly cruel, and yet this man owed her nothing but his disdain. She owed him. Serena knew that there was a good chance her career in fundraising was about to be over before it had even taken off. And at that thought she felt a spurt of panic mixed with determination. Surely enough time had passed now? Surely, even if this was some elaborate revenge cooked up by Luca Fonseca as soon as he'd known she was working for him, she could try to convince him how sorry she was?
But before she could wrap her head around it any further a door opened to her right and a sleek dark-haired woman dressed in a grey suit emerged.
‘Senhor Fonseca will see you now, Miss DePiero.’
Serena's hands clenched tightly around her handbag. She felt like blurting out, But I don't want to see him!
But she couldn't. As much as she couldn't just flee. The car that had met her at the airport to deliver her here still had her luggage in its boot.
As she stood up reluctantly a memory assailed her with such force it almost knocked her sideways: Luca Fonseca in a bloodstained shirt, with a black eye and a split lip. Dark stubble shadowing his swollen jaw. He'd been behind the bars of a jail cell, leaning against a wall, brooding and dangerous. But then he'd looked up and narrowed that intensely dark blue gaze on her, and an expression of icy loathing had come over his face.
He'd straightened and moved to the bars, wrapping his fingers around them almost as if he was imagining they were her neck. Serena had stopped dead at the battered sight of him. He'd spat out, ‘Damn you, Serena DePiero, I wish I'd never laid eyes on you.’
‘Miss DePiero? Senhor Fonseca is waiting.’
The clipped and accented voice shattered Serena's memory and she forced her feet to move, taking her past the unsmiling woman and into the palatial office beyond.
She hated that her heart was thumping so hard when she heard the door snick softly shut behind her. For the first few seconds she saw no one, because the entire back wall of the office was a massive window and it framed the most amazingly panoramic view of a city Serena had ever seen.
The Atlantic glinted dark blue in the distance, and inland from that were the two most iconic shapes of Rio de Janeiro: the Sugar Loaf and Christ the Redeemer high on Corcovado. In between were countless other tall buildings, right up to the coast. To say that the view was breathtaking was an understatement.
And then suddenly it was eclipsed by the man who moved into her line of vision. Luca Fonseca. For a second past and present merged and Serena was back in that nightclub, seeing him for the first time.
He’d stood so tall and broad against the backdrop of that dark and opulent place. Still. She’d never seen anyone so still, yet with such a commanding presence. People had skirted around him. Men suspicious, envious. Women lustful.
In a dark suit and open-necked shirt he’d been dressed much the same as other men, but he’d stood out from them all by dint of that sheer preternatural stillness and the incredible forcefield of charismatic magnetism that had drawn her to him before she could stop herself.
Serena blinked. The dark and decadent club faded. She couldn’t breathe. The room was instantly stifling. Luca Fonseca looked different. It took her sluggish brain a second to function enough for her to realise that he looked different because his hair was longer, slightly unruly. And he had a dark beard that hugged his jaw. It made him look even more intensely masculine.
He was wearing a light-coloured open-necked shirt tucked into dark trousers. For all the world the urbane, civilised businessman in his domain, and yet the vibe coming from him was anything but civilised.
He crossed his arms over that massive chest and then he spoke. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing here, DePiero?’
Serena moved further into the vast office, even though it was in the opposite direction from where she wanted to go. She couldn’t take her eyes off him even if she wanted to.
She forced herself to speak, to act as if seeing him again wasn’t as shattering as it was. ‘I’m here to start working in the fundraising department for the global communities charity.’
‘Not any more, you’re not,’ Fonseca said tersely.
Serena flushed. ‘I didn’t know you were...involved until I was on my way over here.’
Fonseca made a small sound like a snort. ‘An unlikely tale.’
‘It’s true,’ Serena blurted out. ‘I had no idea the charity was linked to the Roseca Foundation. Believe me, if I’d had any idea I wouldn’t have agreed to come here.’
Luca Fonseca moved around the table and Serena’s eyes widened. For a big man, he moved with innate grace, and that incredible quality of self-containment oozed from every pore. It was intensely captivating.
He admitted with clear irritation, ‘I wasn’t aware that you were working in the Athens office. I don’t micro-manage my smaller charities abroad because I hire the best staff to do that for me—although I’m reconsidering my policy after this. If I’d known they’d hired you, of all people, you would have been let go long before now.’
His mouth twisted with recrimination.
‘But I have to admit that I was intrigued enough to have you brought here instead of just leaving you at the airport until we could put you on a return flight.’
So he hadn’t even known she was working for him. Serena’s hands curled into fists at her sides. His dismissive arrogance set her nerves even more on edge.
He glanced at a big platinum watch on his wrist. ‘I have a spare fifteen minutes before you are to be delivered back to the airport.’
Like an unwanted package. He was firing her.
