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Carrying His Scandalous Heir
Julia James
Pregnant with the Italian’s childAristocratically arrogant Cesare di Mondave dazzled Carla Charteris when he swept into her life. It wasn’t long before the brooding Italian stole her innocence, and her heart. Realising she’d never be more than a mistress was devastating, but Carla couldn’t deny herself one last night in Cesare’s arms…When Cesare discovers the shocking consequences, a thrill of possession runs through him. To claim his heir, it’s imperative Carla accepts his proposal—but she defiantly refuses! Now Cesare must use every sinfully seductive skill he has to convince Carla he wants her in the bedroom and at the altar!
Pregnant with the Italian’s child
Aristocratically arrogant Cesare di Mondave dazzled Carla Charteris when he swept into her life. It wasn’t long before the brooding Italian stole her innocence, and her heart. Realizing she’d never be more than a mistress was devastating, but Carla couldn’t deny herself one last night in Cesare’s arms...
When Cesare discovers the shocking consequences, a thrill of possession runs through him. To claim his heir, it’s imperative Carla accepts his proposal—but she defiantly refuses! Now Cesare must use every sinfully seductive skill he has to convince Carla he wants her in the bedroom and at the altar!
‘After such a “lovely evening…”’ Cesare’s amusement was deeper now, his accented English doing even more to make her breathless ‘…there is only one way to end it, no?’
For an instant he held Carla’s gaze in the dim light, daring her to accept, to concede, to do what he wanted her to do—what he’d wanted from the first moment he’d set eyes on her.
‘Like this,’ he said.
He stretched his hand out, long fingers tilting up her face to his as his mouth lowered to hers. Slowly, sensuously, savouring. With skill, with expertise, with a lifetime of experience in how to let his lips glide over hers, to let his mouth open hers to his, to taste the sweetness within. As soft, as sensual as silk velvet.
She drowned in it. A thousand nerve-endings fired as he made free with her mouth, his long fingers still holding her. And when he had done he released her, drew back his hand, let it curve around the driving wheel.
He smiled. ‘Buone notte,’ he said softly.
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Carrying His Scandalous Heir
Julia James
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
JULIA JAMES lives in England and adores the peaceful verdant countryside and the wild shores of Cornwall. She also loves the Mediterranean—so rich in myth and history, with its sunbaked landscapes and olive groves, ancient ruins and azure seas. ‘The perfect setting for romance!’ she says. ‘Rivalled only by the lush tropical heat of the Caribbean—palms swaying by a silver sand beach lapped by turquoise waters… What more could lovers want?’
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From Dirt to Diamonds
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For Kathryn—thank you for all your hard work!
Contents
Cover (#u86089edb-d9c3-52c4-ab6d-6d5aebfcc379)
Back Cover Text (#u08bad650-3d85-5f13-a7da-b4700d98fe71)
Introduction (#u7dbde3a6-79b2-5107-801f-c2b42d43b001)
From Mistress to Wife (#ue73a81dd-6851-5322-adfb-f83c0eee954e)
Title Page (#uc787b04d-840a-587a-8c1f-dec56d361b3f)
About the Author (#u46579130-6993-581e-a2f0-5f862c75e358)
Dedication (#u70364137-4da3-52b6-87ee-6139ed65937e)
CHAPTER ONE (#u4e261ceb-edc4-5860-b5a7-2646e667542c)
CHAPTER TWO (#uc1da6eaf-b757-539c-9c3e-32fa0cd2abd4)
CHAPTER THREE (#uca9eebaa-f809-51b2-9bde-a537b3429ab0)
CHAPTER FOUR (#uc4dbb4a2-0d79-54a2-9ac4-17f202752761)
CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER ONE (#u3632fb60-d0aa-542e-9407-7ec2d7e87724)
CARLA LOOKED AT her watch for the umpteenth time, glancing out across the crowded restaurant towards the entrance. Where was he? Anxiety bit at her, and an emotion more powerful than that—one she had never felt before. Had never thought to feel about the man she was waiting for.
She had thought only to feel what she had felt the first time she had set eyes on him. And she so desperately wanted to set eyes on him again now—walking in, striding with his effortlessly assured gait, tall and commanding, with that inbuilt assumption that he could go wherever he liked, that there would always be a place for him, that people would move aside to let him through, that no one would ever dream of turning him down or saying no to him—not about anything at all.
She had not turned him down. She had denied him nothing—granted him everything. Everything he’d ever wanted of her...
Memory, hot and fervid, scorched within her. From the very first moment those hooded night-dark eyes had rested on her, assessing her, desiring her, she had been lost. Utterly lost! She had yielded to him with the absolute conviction that he was the only man who could ever have such an impact on her. That moment was imprinted on her—on her memory, on her suddenly heating body...on her heart.
Memory scorched again now, burning through her veins...
* * *
The art gallery was crowded with Rome’s wealthy, fashionable set, and champagne and canapés were circling as Carla threaded her way among them, murmuring words of greeting here and there.
Reaching for a glass of gently foaming champagne, Carla knew that she herself could be counted as one of them. Oh, not by birth or breeding, but as the stepdaughter of multi-millionaire Guido Viscari she could move in circles such as these and hold her own and look the part.
Her cocktail dress in a deep blue raw silk had come from one of the currently favoured fashion houses, and it hugged a figure that easily passed muster amongst all the couture-clad females there. Her face, too, as she well knew, also passed muster. Her features veered towards the dramatic, with eyes that could flash with fire and full lips that gave a hint of inner sensuousness.
It was a face that drew male eyes, and she could sense them now—especially since she was there on her own. Unlike many of the other guests, she had a genuine reason for attending this private viewing other than simply being there to while away an hour or so before dining.
But she’d long got used to the constant perusal that Italian men habitually bestowed upon females. It had shocked and discomfited her ten years ago, when she’d been a raw English teenager new to Italian life, but since then she’d grown inured to it. Now she hardly ever noticed the looks that came her way.
Except—She stilled suddenly, the champagne glass halfway to her lips. Someone was looking at her. Someone whose gaze she could feel on her like a physical touch. Her eyes shifted their line of sight. Someone who was making her the centre of his observations.
And then, as her gaze moved, she saw him.
He’d just come into the gallery. The receptionist at the welcome desk was still smiling up at him, but he was ignoring her, instead glancing out across the room. Carla felt a little thrill go through her, as though somewhere deep inside her a seismic shock were taking place, and she noticed his gaze was focussing on her.
She felt her breath catch, seize in her throat. She felt a sudden flush of heat go through her. For the man making her the object of his scrutiny was the most devastating male she had ever seen.
He was tall, powerfully built with broad shoulders, his features strong...compelling. With a blade of a nose, night-dark hair, night-dark eyes, and a mobile mouth with a twist to it that did strange things to her.
Unknown things...
Things she had never experienced before.
The flush of heat in her body intensified. She felt pinned—as though movement were impossible, as though she had just been caught in a noose—captured.
Captivated.
For how long he went on subjecting her to that measuring, assessing scrutiny she could not tell—knew only that it seemed to be timeless.
She felt her lungs grow parched of oxygen... Then, suddenly, she was released. Someone had come up to him—another man, greeting him effusively—and his eyes relinquished hers, his face turning away from her.
She took a lungful of air, feeling shaken.
What had just happened?
The question seared within her...and burned. How could a single glance do that to her? Have such an effect on her?
Jerkily, she took a mouthful of champagne, needing its chill to cool the heat flushing through her. She stepped away, averting her body, making herself do what she had come there to do—study the portraits that were the subject of the exhibition.
