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Passionate Affairs: Breakfast at Giovanni's
Kate Hardy
Nicola Marsh
Natalie Anderson
BREAKFAST AT GIOVANNI'SWorking for darkly handsome Giovanni Mazetti is fantastic – until Francesca discovers her new job comes with a tantalising caveat: pretending to be his adoring girlfriend! Purchased for Pleasure When Kate Hyden is sold to the highest bidder at a charity auction, she never expected it would be to her well-muscled and irresistible ex, Tyler James! They have one week together, and that week will be all about pleasure…BEDDED BY ARRANGEMENTMillionaire Jake Rendel has just made Emma Delaney a proposition she cannot refuse… for one month, they’ll pretend to have a steamy affair! And soon the girl-next-door is wishing the month would never end.
Passionate Affairs
Breakfast at Giovanni’s
Kate Hardy
Purchased for Pleasure
Nicola Marsh
Bedded by Arrangement
Natalie Anderson
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#ub7bc6842-b14b-5c3b-89a6-22f994a98ed0)
Title Page (#uc9848e1b-02ca-52f6-911d-7b051646e54a)
Breakfast at Giovanni’s (#u1ad6f311-4ce6-5305-83c3-f5bee01857f8)
About the Author (#ud753505d-6609-5d4a-99f9-88d58ee7fc3b)
Dedication (#uff4246e7-607a-52aa-97bc-9bd6e397869b)
Chapter One (#u009b7edc-3302-5e17-8958-356e6650711a)
Chapter Two (#u4cf7a3f8-3a13-5fb5-8324-7f00cd43c5fb)
Chapter Three (#u034f30a6-55fd-502e-a068-e0d06b3c1fd4)
Chapter Four (#u951c5a38-5010-5906-9dac-03409f2f2367)
Chapter Five (#u1091ac36-79d6-573c-bbea-7cbc2539dd14)
Chapter Six (#udcd2b7b3-31d2-5fe0-a906-8b834ff42400)
Chapter Seven (#u519296f8-8750-57c1-ba4e-e192c42f206b)
Chapter Eight (#u12b44313-7cec-5ffc-90c1-ec9462bba6e6)
Chapter Nine (#u8e9de572-1744-57e2-b9e4-1723d0f2139d)
Chapter Ten (#ub263ec26-4f44-5ebd-92e2-7d9572e1d426)
Chapter Eleven (#ue8963f49-e2a3-5ec4-ada9-74f1551ae941)
Chapter Twelve (#u0b6e61d9-1707-5cbf-836e-6f76ab3b5d7d)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Purchased for Pleasure (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Bedded by Arrangement (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Breakfast at Giovanni’s (#ulink_ae0e7241-bd1f-5c6c-8645-6697777aec6b)
KATE HARDY lives on the outskirts of Norwich with her husband, two small children, a dog—and too many books to count! She wrote her first book at age six, when her parents gave her a typewriter for her birthday. she had the first of a series of sexy romances published at twenty-five, and swapped a job in marketing communications for freelance health journalism when her son was born, so she could spend more time with him. she’s wanted to write for Mills & Boon since she was twelve—and when she was pregnant with her daughter, her husband pointed out that writing Medical romances would be the perfect way to combine her interest in health issues with her love of good stories.
Kate is always delighted to hear from readers—do drop in to her website at www.katehardy.com.
For Jim—
who has taught me much—
with love
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_351627bc-41ef-5027-98fe-3c4733cef6cd)
SHE looked as if the world had ended, hunched over an empty coffee cup, staring out of the plate-glass window but not seeing anything.
Gio couldn’t leave her sitting there in such obvious misery. So even though he should’ve locked up ten minutes ago, he did exactly what his father would’ve done. He made a cappuccino and slid it on to the table in front of her. ‘Here,’ he said softly.
She looked up, her eyes widening in surprise. ‘I…’She’d obviously been about to protest that she hadn’t ordered the coffee. But then she smiled ruefully and cupped both hands round the mug, clearly taking comfort from its warmth. ‘Thanks.’
‘No problem.’ He handed her a chocolate dipper. ‘You look as if you need this.’
‘I do,’ she admitted. ‘Thanks. I appreciate this.’ She rummaged in her handbag for her purse. ‘How much do I owe you?’
He waved a dismissive hand. ‘Nothing.’
She frowned. ‘Won’t you get into trouble with your boss?’
‘Doubt it.’ He smiled. ‘Anyway, you’re a regular, so call it a refill.’
Those beautiful blue eyes—the same blue as the sky on a summer evening, he saw, now that he was this close to her—narrowed slightly. ‘Regular?’
He shrugged. ‘On Wednesday mornings, you order a cappuccino and an almond croissant to go at ten past nine.’
The suspicion on her face morphed into nervousness. ‘How do you know that?’
Oh, lord. Obviously she thought he was some kind of weirdo—that he’d been watching her or stalking her. He shouldn’t have mentioned the time. ‘Work here long enough and you get to know the customers,’ he said lightly, hoping it reassured her. ‘I’m out of croissants or I would’ve brought you one—hence the chocolate.’ He spread his hands. ‘Because that’s what women need when things get tough, right? Or so my sisters always tell me.’
‘Right. And thank you.’ She looked very close to tears.
‘Want to talk about it?’
She looked around, as if suddenly realising she was the only customer. ‘Oh, lord. Sorry. I’m holding you up.’
‘Not at all. Though would you mind if I put up the closed sign and put the bolt on the door, so I don’t get a sudden rush and end up staying open a lot later than usual?’
Fran thought about it. He’d actually asked her first, to make sure she didn’t feel threatened. And a man who’d brought her a coffee and a chocolate dipper couldn’t be all bad, could he? OK, so he knew her Wednesday-morning order—but, as he’d said, you got to know your regulars in business. Just as she did: she recognised voices on the phone and knew even before they asked which ones would be asking for a last-minute panic job and which ones would be booking slots for weeks ahead.
‘Sure,’ she said.
He bolted the door, turned the sign over to read ‘Closed’ from the outside, turned off one of the banks of lights, and came to sit opposite her. ‘Gio Mazetti,’he said, holding out his hand.
