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Hired For His Pleasure: The Talk of Hollywood / Keeping Her Up All Night / Buttoned-Up Secretary, British Boss
Susanne James
Anna Cleary
Carole Mortimer
Introducing Billionaire Bosses: six seductive, sophisticated volumes packed with steamy office romances, scandalous propositions, and irresistible alpha heroes. Don’t miss this intense, passionate, sexy collection from eighteen of Mills & Boons’ top-selling authors.THE TALK OF HOLLYWOOD Carole MortimerDirector Jaxon Wilde has been permitted to make a film about an infamous, scandalous actress…on the condition that her Goddaughter works with him on the script. But Jaxon didn’t expect to feel such a sizzling attraction to Stazy…and soon, he’s determined to create some scandal of their own!KEEPING HER UP ALL NIGHT Anne ClearyWhen playboy Guy Wilder’s gorgeous neighbour, ballerina Amber O’Neill, storms round to tell him to keep the noise down, Guy can think of a more exciting use for Amber’s sharp tongue! But would seducing the girl next door be a disaster waiting to happen…or the best night of Guy’s life?BUTTONED-UP SECRETARY, BRITISH BOSS Susanne JamesAlexander McDonald relishes a challenge, and finds his new secretary Sabrina Gold’s no-nonsense attitude increasingly tantalising! He’d vowed never to mix business and pleasure…but working late into the night with Sabrina, he finds himself breaking all his rules!
Hired for his Pleasure
The Talk of Hollywood
Carole Mortimer
Keeping Her Up All Night
Anna Cleary
Buttoned-Up Secretary, British Boss
Susanne James
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Contents
Cover (#u877ee88e-174d-5ae4-8731-c232cb159a95)
Title Page (#uf77bd1ed-8a0f-51f2-8275-6965cd1fef43)
The Talk of Hollywood (#u5f5af3ed-59ce-5147-b97f-54fe3a3f6a3f)
Praise for Carole Mortimer (#u624383aa-de36-5112-8b7f-bba9ea68ca57)
About the Author (#u16350c22-36b8-52a0-8c2e-9ffa21f9faf1)
CHAPTER ONE (#u1028c531-1775-5d10-b993-e1c9e46a63f2)
CHAPTER TWO (#ub3b3f544-84d3-50ba-88fc-5825790c0cec)
CHAPTER THREE (#u8a5a38ad-4fe0-5138-adbf-7c6e8c453534)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u8c124cbd-c0b9-5991-b2ee-b9a2ef04d7f3)
CHAPTER FIVE (#u5d86d008-51ac-53da-8f07-131132978784)
CHAPTER SIX (#u6d3f4acd-5a54-5427-b24d-7c7d879086d5)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#uc6c77847-0f36-55ca-8323-cfa7d66fb68f)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#u0cecb50b-e719-578a-af55-cbf6902ae191)
CHAPTER NINE (#ub61ada02-2d51-5f7d-b466-d8725e484882)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
Keeping Her Up All Night (#litres_trial_promo)
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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 ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
Buttoned-Up Secretary, British Boss (#litres_trial_promo)
Excerpt (#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)
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Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
The Talk of Hollywood (#ulink_be0cfdc4-d98e-590a-a610-6e491f9df6a8)
Praise for Carole Mortimer: (#ulink_c8e501ed-9fbe-575f-9497-413218473ea3)
‘A physically vulnerable hero and spunky heroine make a winning combination that readers are bound to fall in love with.’
—RT Book Reviews on THE RETURN OF THE RENEGADE
‘This is an excellently penned tale about family dynamics, grudges, and letting go of the past. The ending is particularly satisfying.’
—RT Book Reviews on THE RELUCTANT DUKE
‘Her strong, traditional romances, with their distinct style, brilliantly developed characters and romantic plot twists, have earned her an enthusiastic audience worldwide.’
—Dear Author on Carole Mortimer
About the Author (#ulink_b92ad936-09fe-556b-98f0-bdc57bbe42cb)
CAROLE MORTIMER was born in England, the youngest of three children. She began writing in 1978, and has now written over one hundred and fifty books for Harlequin Mills & Boon
. Carole has six sons: Matthew, Joshua, Timothy, Michael, David and Peter. She says, ‘I’m happily married to Peter senior; we’re best friends as well as lovers, which is probably the best recipe for a successful relationship. We live in a lovely part of England.’
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_d782f9aa-c5c9-581f-b129-4643ec2c5d25)
‘IT WOULD appear that your guest has finally arrived, Gramps,’ Stazy said as she stood stiffly beside one of the bay windows in the drawing room, facing towards the front of Bromley House and watching the sleek black sports car as it was driven down the gravel driveway of her grandfather’s Hampshire estate. She was unable to make out the features of the driver of the car behind the tinted windows; but, nevertheless, she was sure that it was Jaxon Wilder, the English actor and director who for the past ten years had held the fickle world of Hollywood in the palm of his elegant hand.
‘Don’t be so hard on the man, Stazy; he’s only five minutes late, and he did have to drive all the way from London!’ her grandfather chided indulgently from the comfort of his armchair.
‘Then maybe it would have been a good idea on his part to take into account the distance he had to travel and set out accordingly.’ Stazy had made absolutely no secret of her disapproval of Jaxon Wilder’s visit here, and found the whole idea of his wanting to write and direct a film about the life of her deceased grandmother totally unacceptable. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to persuade her grandfather into dismissing the idea as readily—which was why Jaxon Wilder was now parking that sleek black sports car on the driveway outside her grandfather’s home.
Stazy turned away before she saw the man in question alight from the car; she already knew exactly what Jaxon Wilder looked like. The whole world probably recognised Jaxon Wilder after he had completely swept the board at every awards ceremony earlier in the year with his recent film, in which he had once again acted and directed.
Aged in his mid-thirties, he was tall and lean, with wide and powerful shoulders, slightly overlong dark hair, and piercing grey eyes set either side of an aristocratic nose. His mouth was sculptured and sensual, his chin square and determined, and the deep timbre of his voice had been known to send quivers of pleasure down the spines of women of all ages. Jaxon Wilder was known to be the highest paid actor and director on both sides of the pond.
His looks and appeal had often led to his being photographed in newspapers and magazines with the latest beautiful woman to share his life—and his bed! And his reason for coming here today was to use that charm in an effort to persuade Stazy’s grandfather into giving his blessing—and help—to the writing of a screenplay about the adventurous life of Stazy’s grandmother, Anastasia Romanski. A woman who, as a young child, had escaped the Russian Revolution with her family by fleeing to England, and as an adult had been one of the many secret and unsung heroines of her adopted country.
Anastasia had died only two years ago, at the age of ninety-four. Her obituary in the newspaper had drawn the attention of a nosy reporter who, when he had looked deeper into Anastasia’s life, had discovered that there had been far more to Anastasia Bromley than the obscure accolades mentioned. The result had been a sensationalised biography about Anastasia, published six months ago, and the ensuing publicity had caused her grandfather to suffer a mild heart attack.
In the circumstances, was it any wonder that Stazy had been horrified to discover that Jaxon Wilder intended to make a film of Anastasia’s life? And, even worse, that the film director had an appointment with her grandfather in order to discuss the project? Stazy had decided it was a discussion she had every intention of being a part of!
‘Sir Geoffrey.’ Jaxon moved smoothly forward to shake the older man’s hand as the butler showed him into the drawing room of Bromley House.
‘Mr Wilder.’ It was hard to believe that Geoffrey Bromley was a man aged in his mid-nineties as he returned the firmness of Jaxon’s handshake. His dark hair was only lightly streaked with grey, his shoulders still stiffly erect in his tailored dark three-piece suit and snowy white shirt with a meticulously tied grey tie.
‘Jaxon, please,’ he invited. ‘May I say how pleased I am that you agreed to see me today—?’
‘Then the pleasure would appear to be all yours!’
‘Stazy!’ Geoffrey Bromley rebuked affectionately as he turned towards the woman who had spoken so sharply.
Jaxon turned to look at her too as she stood in front of the bay window. The sun shining in behind her made it hard for him to make out her features, although the hostility of her tone was enough of an indication that she, at least, wasn’t in the least pleased by Jaxon’s visit!
‘My granddaughter Stazy Bromley, Mr Wilder,’ Sir Geoffrey introduced lightly.
Jaxon, having refreshed his memory on the Bromley family before leaving his London hotel earlier that morning, already knew that Stazy was short for Anastasia—the same name as her grandmother. Information that had in no way prepared him for Stazy Bromley’s startling resemblance to her grandmother as she stepped out of the sunlight.
About five-six in height, with the same flame-coloured hair—neither red nor gold, but a startling mixture of the two—and a pale and porcelain complexion, she had a wide, intelligent brow above sultry eyes of deep emerald-green. Her nose was small and perfectly straight, and she had full and sensuous lips above a stubbornly determined chin.
The hairstyle was different, of course; Anastasia had favoured shoulder-length hair, whereas her granddaughter’s was stylishly cut in an abundance of layers that was secured at her nape and cascaded down to the middle of her back. The black, knee-length sheath of a dress she wore added to the impression of elegant chic.
Other than those minor differences Jaxon knew he might have been looking at the twenty-nine-year-old Anastasia Romanski.
Green eyes raked over Jaxon dismissively. ‘Mr Wilder.’
Jaxon gave an inclination of his head. ‘Miss Bromley,’ he returned smoothly.
‘That would be Dr Bromley,’ she corrected coolly.
Stazy Bromley had the beauty and grace of a supermodel rather than the appearance of a dusty doctor of Archaeology, as Jaxon knew her to be. Maybe, faced with her obvious antagonism towards him, Jaxon should have had Geoffrey Bromley’s granddaughter investigated more thoroughly than simply making a note of her age and occupation …
‘Stazy, perhaps you would like to go and tell Mrs Little we’ll have tea now …?’ her grandfather prompted, softly but firmly.
