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It Started With One Night: The Magnate's Mistress / His Bride for One Night / Master of Her Virtue
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It Started With One Night: The Magnate's Mistress / His Bride for One Night / Master of Her Virtue
Miranda Lee

The Magnate’s MistressTara was Australian hotel magnate Max Richmond’s mistress. She loved Max not for the gifts he gave her, their glamorous life, or even their intense lovemaking. But whoever heard of a pregnant mistress? His Bride for One NightSuccessful divorce lawyer Daniel Bannister was certain there was no such thing as love. He lived his life with no strings attached. So why did Daniel meet and marry Charlotte Gale within twenty-four hours?Master of Her VirtueShy, cautious Violet has kept herself safe. Now she’s accepting every invitation and looking for a man who will seduce her… Enter Leo Wolfe, renowned film director, power, wealth and attraction personified. But is Violet really ready?

MIRANDA LEE is Australian, and lives near Sydney. Born and raised in the bush, she was boarding-school educated, and briefly pursued a career in classical music before moving to Sydney and embracing the world of computers. Happily married, with three daughters, she began writing when family commitments kept her at home. She likes to create stories that are believable, modern, fast-paced and sexy. Her interests include meaty sagas, doing word puzzles, gambling and going to the movies.

It Started with One Night

The Magnate’s Mistress

His Bride for One Night

Master of Her Virtue

Miranda Lee

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Table of Contents

Cover (#ub4560787-52bc-547e-b3c0-b7052ea58d9b)

Title Page (#u602b5362-7da5-542f-9040-f3ede2bab8f1)

About the Author (#u8b0675d6-7b4b-5a4f-94a4-a28caac785be)

The Magnate’s Mistress (#ulink_bc8e8ad1-427b-51c6-bea8-9a419dff8975)

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_eeb47adc-5306-5b49-92c6-7265f74bd39f)

CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_712cc447-ba72-5423-b736-f03aa0abeac3)

CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_5344bc51-5eb3-53fb-a3e4-21ca2837255d)

CHAPTER FOUR (#ulink_beda6991-d838-54e2-82ec-134d2b981b12)

CHAPTER FIVE (#ulink_4c1f2b4a-2238-5fe0-82b8-73519bf8cb19)

CHAPTER SIX (#ulink_56b04dd2-b557-5eb7-a0a7-224e50ef8593)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#ulink_1ec65f17-4059-59df-87fb-0388c9adf6ec)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#ulink_1916aabc-419b-5b28-ae5d-7ecf54daad77)

CHAPTER NINE (#ulink_39668842-6dfd-53bc-9e34-75547c71ee72)

CHAPTER TEN (#ulink_989ef667-18ac-590f-9c54-85aa0d55ffec)

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#ulink_be9ee074-f159-5d12-b7c6-198dce172e21)

CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

His Bride for One Night (#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)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINETEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

Master of Her Virtue (#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)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINETEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWENTY (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

The Magnate’s Mistress (#ulink_09f7a0bd-a48f-5f8b-ba87-751e095e8fd8)

Miranda Lee

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_de6c93c9-e7de-5e72-83e5-dd2a00bc1b67)

THE beep-beep which signalled an incoming text message had Tara dropping her book and diving for her cellphone.

Max! It had to be Max. He was the only person who text-messaged her these days.

Arriving Mascot at 1530, she read with her heart already thudding. QF310. Can you pick me up? Let me know.

A glance at her bedside clock said five to twelve. If his plane was to arrive at three-thirty this afternoon, Max had to be already in the air.

She immediately texted him back.

Will be there.

She smiled wryly at the brevity and lack of sentiment in both their messages. There was no I can’t wait to see you, darling. No I’ve missed you terribly. All very matter-of-fact.

Max was a matter-of-fact kind of man. Mostly.

Not quite so matter-of-fact in bed. A quiver rippled down Tara’s spine at the image of Max in the throes of making love to her.

No. Not at all matter-of-fact on those occasions.

Tara glanced at the clock again. Nearly noon.

Not a lot of time for her to get ready, catch a train into town, collect Max’s car and drive out to the airport. She would have to hurry.

Jumping up from the bed reminded Tara of why she’d been lying back down at this late hour on a Saturday morning. A new wave of nausea rolled through her and she just made it to the bathroom in time before retching.

Darn. Why did she have to have a tummy bug today of all days? It had been almost a month since she’d seen Max, the current crisis in the travel industry having kept him on the hop overseas for ages. Hong Kong had been one of the cities worst affected. When she’d complained during his last phone call two nights ago that she’d forget what he looked like soon, Max had promised to see what he could do this weekend. He was flying to Auckland on the Friday for an important business meeting and might have time to duck over to Sydney on the weekend before returning to Hong Kong.

But Tara hadn’t seriously expected anything. She never liked to get her hopes up too much. It was too depressing when she was disappointed. Still, maybe Max was finally missing her as much as she was missing him.

Which was why the last thing she needed today was to feel sick. She might only have the one night with him this time and she wanted to make the most of it. But it would be hard to enjoy his company if she felt like chucking up all the time.

A sigh reverberated through her as she flushed the toilet.

‘Are you all right in there?’ her mother called through the bathroom door.

‘I’m fine,’ Tara lied, experience warning her not to say anything. Her mother would fuss. Tara disliked being fussed over. No doubt she was only suffering from the same twenty-four-hour gastric bug which was going through Sydney’s western suburbs like wildfire. Her sister’s family had had it this past week, and she’d been over there last weekend for a family barbeque.

Actually, now that she’d been sick, Tara felt considerably better. A shower would make her feel even better, she reasoned, and turned on the spray.

Her arrival in the kitchen an hour later with freshly blow-dried hair, a perfectly made-up face and a new outfit on had her mother giving her a narrow-eyed once-over.

‘I see his lord and master must be arriving for one of his increasingly fleeting visits,’ Joyce said tartly, then went back to whatever cake she was making.

Saturday was Joyce Bond’s baking day; had been for as long as Tara could remember. Such rigid routines grated on Tara’s more spontaneous nature. She often wished that her mother would surprise her by doing something different on a Saturday for once. She also wished she would surprise her with a different attitude towards Max.

‘Mum, please don’t,’ Tara said wearily, and popped a slice of bread into the toaster. Her stomach had settled enough for her to handle some Vegemite toast, but she still wasn’t feeling wonderful.

Joyce spun round from the kitchen counter to glower at her daughter. Her impossibly beautiful daughter.

Tara had inherited the best of each of her parents. She had her father’s height, his lovely blond hair, clear skin, good teeth and striking green eyes. Joyce had contributed a cute nose, full lips and an even fuller bust, which looked infinitely better on Tara than it ever had on her own less tall, short-waisted body.