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In Bed with Her Ex: Miss Prim and the Billionaire / Mardie and the City Surgeon / The Boy is Back in Town
Marion Lennox
Lucy Gordon
Nina Harrington
Miss Prim and the BillionaireWhen tycoon Marcel Falcon meets his new assistant, something behind her steel-rimmed glasses seems tantalisingly familiar! Could this prim divorcée really be Cassie, the temptress from his past who he’s always longed to have back in his bed?Mardie and the City Surgeon Years ago, Blake Maddock was Mardie’s first love, until he left for Sydney at eighteen and never looked back. Now, he’s in town for a school reunion. A lot’s changed since they were teenagers – but familiar desire doesn’t take long to resurface…The Boy is Back in TownYachtsman Ethan Chandler always loved to tease Marigold Chance – so he’s going to have fun with her now he’s back in town. But he didn’t bank on Marigold blossoming into a beautiful ice queen… or feeling quite so mesmerised by the former wallflower!
In Bed with Her Ex
Miss Prim and the Billionaire
Lucy Gordon
Mardie and the City Surgeon
Marion Lennox
The Boy is Back in Town
Nina Harrington
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#uc312367f-c9ee-547d-9a72-5f512af01a62)
Title Page (#u8bf58a76-dc09-5b93-8696-c142415c9531)
Miss Prim and the Billionaire (#u2fea2f92-0d9a-56dd-bb9b-0eadbc98e158)
About the Author (#ue028acb8-78e3-5c38-a803-19f4ebda2ddb)
PROLOGUE (#u9006b364-e031-5d08-ad65-dd5926462978)
CHAPTER ONE (#ub389bcb2-ee7f-590b-8de7-efd15da095c1)
CHAPTER TWO (#ue1a833fb-8df5-567e-a6f9-3a5776f4f0aa)
CHAPTER THREE (#u936ef677-2e27-524f-bd89-ade076e3269e)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ud4a664b7-75e5-53b5-9ea9-37b6bb617e63)
CHAPTER FIVE (#u3f52d9e3-bfd9-57a0-8a7c-578bbe28a36c)
CHAPTER SIX (#u6f0446d2-3180-58b8-b67e-bba83d9a0ce3)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#u049e8bb1-0f56-5d13-8c58-e5a2509fea37)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#ucfcbc504-95dd-57f8-8964-4e9fcddf4218)
CHAPTER NINE (#u75a5b612-ece9-556a-9fed-639ae03e65cd)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
Mardie and the City Surgeon (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
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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)
The Boy is Back in Town (#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)
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)
EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Miss Prim and the Billionaire (#ulink_08385790-1b2f-5f9d-a903-e9812be6ce72)
Lucy Gordon
LUCY GORDON cut her writing teeth on magazine journalism, interviewing many of the world’s most interesting men, including Warren Beatty, Charlton Heston and Sir Roger Moore. She also camped out with lions in Africa and had many other unusual experiences which have often provided the background for her books. Several years ago, while staying Venice, she met a Venetian who proposed in two days. They have been married ever since. Naturally, this has affected her writing, where romantic Italian men tend to feature strongly. Two of her books have won the Romance Writers of America RITA
award. You can visit her website at www.lucy-gordon.com (http://www.lucy-gordon.com).
PROLOGUE (#ulink_e38034f3-35a2-582e-872f-fa4d342721fd)
AS THE soft light of dawn crept into the room the young man looked down on the girl, asleep beside him, her long blonde hair cascading across the pillow, her face soft and sweet. He kissed her lips gently and she stirred, murmuring, ‘Marcel.’
‘Shh,’ he said. ‘I just want to tell you—’
‘Mmm?’
‘—lots of things. Some of them I can’t say when you’re awake. When I look at you I’m struck dumb. I can’t even find the words to tell you how lovely you are—but then, you already know that.’
He drew the sheet back to reveal her glorious form, both slender and voluptuous.
‘There are plenty of people to praise your beauty, those photographers, and so many other men who’d take you from me if they could. But you don’t let them. Bless you, my darling, my sweet Cassie.’
Without opening her eyes, she gave a sleepy smile that made Marcel’s heart turn over. He was in his early twenties with a face that was still boyish, and as gentle as her own. His naked body was lean, almost too much so. Time would fill out his shape and bring maturity to his features, but perhaps he would never be better than he was now, his dark eyes full of adoration as he gazed down at her.
‘Can you hear me? I have something to tell you. You may be cross with me for concealing it, but you’ll forgive me, I know you will. And then I’ll ask—no, I’ll beg you to become my wife. What we have now is wonderful, but I want more. I want to claim you in the sight of the world, to climb to the top of the highest tower and cry aloud that you belong to me. To me! Nobody else. We’ll marry as soon as possible, won’t we, my darling? And all the world will know that you’re mine as completely as I am yours.
‘That time will come soon, but first I have to explain what I’ve been hiding. The fact is that I—no, let me keep my secret a little longer. In truth I’m a coward. I’m so afraid that you’ll be angry with me when you know that I deceived you, just a little, that I let you think—never mind. I’ll tell you when the right moment comes.
‘For this moment I just want to say that I love you, I belong to you, and nothing will ever part us. My darling, if you knew how I long to call you my wife. I pray that our wedding will happen soon.
‘But sleep now, just a little longer. There’ll be time later. We have all our lives to love each other.’
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_0b209cd8-65cc-5b24-92f1-f39ae8967608)
‘THE trouble with weddings is that they bring out the idiot in people.’
The cynical remark made Marcel Falcon glance up, grinning with agreement. The man who’d come to sit beside him was a business associate with whom he was on cordial terms.
‘Good to see you, Jeremy,’ he said. ‘I’ll get the drinks. Waiter!’
They were at a table in the bar of the Gloriana Hotel, one of the most luxurious establishments in London, providing not only rooms but wedding facilities for those who could afford them. Marcel gave his order, signed for it to go onto his bill and turned back to his companion, saying, ‘You’re right about weddings. No good to anyone. I’d just as soon have avoided this one, but my brother, Darius, is the bride’s ex-husband.’
Jeremy stared. ‘And he’s a guest at her wedding to another man? I’ve heard of sophisticated, but that takes the biscuit.’
‘It’s for the children, Frankie and Mark. They need to see their parents acting friendly despite the divorce.’
‘And I’ll bet your father had a hand in the decision.’
‘There aren’t many decisions my father doesn’t have a hand in,’ Marcel agreed wryly. ‘He actually got them to delay the wedding until a certain date had passed, so that he could come to England without incurring a huge tax bill.’
Amos Falcon was so extravagantly wealthy that he’d had to flee to the tax haven of Monaco where he lived for most of the time, venturing back to England for only ninety days of the year.
‘Frankie and Mark are his only grandchildren,’ Marcel said, ‘so he’s determined to stay part of their lives.’
‘Strange, that. A man with five sons and only one of them has carried on the line so far.’
‘He says the same thing. He’s always urging us to marry, preferably Freya.’
‘Who’s Freya?’
‘His stepdaughter, the closest thing to a daughter that he has, and he’s set on marrying her to one of us, and so binding her into the family.’
‘Don’t any of you get a say in your choice of wife?’
‘Are you kidding? This is my father we’re talking about. Since when did anyone ever get a say?’ Marcel spoke cynically but with wry affection.
‘Failing Freya,’ he went on, ‘then some other wife to continue the great Falcon dynasty. But except for Darius we’ve all disappointed him. Jackson seems to find wild animals more interesting than people, Leonid is a man we hardly ever see. He could have a dozen wives, but since he seldom leaves Russia we wouldn’t know. And Travis doesn’t dare marry. He’d lose all his fans.’
He spoke of his younger half-brother, born and raised in America, and a successful television actor with an army of adoring female followers.
‘No man could be expected to risk his fortune just for marriage,’ Jeremy agreed solemnly. ‘That just leaves you, the amorous Frenchman.’
Marcel grimaced. ‘Enough!’ he said. ‘If you knew how that stereotype bores me.’
‘And yet you make use of it. The life in Paris, the endless supply of women—all right, all right.’ He broke off hastily, seeing Marcel’s face. ‘But since you have what most men would give their eye teeth for, the least you can do is enjoy it.’
The waiter arrived with their drinks. When he’d gone Jeremy raised his glass.
‘Here’s to being a bachelor. I’d give a lot to know how you’ve managed to stay single so long.’
‘A sense of reality helps. You start off regarding all women as goddesses, but you soon see reason.’
‘Ah! Let you down with a crash, did she?’
‘I can’t remember,’ Marcel said coldly. ‘She no longer exists.’
