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Affairs Of The Heart: The Italian Boss's Secret Child
Rebecca Winters
Trish Morey
Jessica Steele
Affairs of the HeartThe Italian Boss’s Secret ChildAt his company’s masked ball, Italian tycoon Damien DeLuca entices a veiled beauty into the boardroom— and their evening culminates in an explosive encounter! Philly Summers is determined to keep her night of passion with the boss secret…. until she discovers she’s carrying Damien’s child.Falling for her Convenient HusbandNathan Mallory hasn’t set eyes on Phelix Bradbury since they conveniently wed. When they meet at an international business conference eight years on, Phelix is not the same shy, mousy girl Nathan knew. And her transformation certainly hasn’t escaped the English tycoon’s notice….The Brooding Frenchman’s ProposalSince Laura arrived at his family’s château, Raoul Laroche hasn’t taken his eyes off the golden-haired beauty. But can she convince him she’s not just another gold digger, out to snare the Laroche family fortune?
TRISH MOREY is an Australian who’s also spent time living and working in New Zealand and England. Now she’s settled with her husband and four young daughters in a special part of South Australia, surrounded by orchards and bushland and visited by the occasional koala and kangaroo. With a life-long love of reading, she penned her first book at age eleven, after which life, career and a growing family kept her busy until once again she could indulge her desire to create characters and stories, this time in romance. Having her work published is a dream come true. Visit Trish at her website www.trishmorey.com (http://www.trishmorey.com).
JESSICA STEELE lives in the county of Worcestershire, with her super husband, Peter, and their gorgeous Staffordshire bull terrier, Florence. Any spare time is spent enjoying her three main hobbies: reading espionage novels, gardening (she has a great love of flowers), and playing golf. Any time left over is celebrated with her fourth hobby: shopping. Jessica has a sister and two brothers, and they all, with their spouses, often go on golfing holidays together. Having travelled to various places on the globe, researching backgrounds for her stories, there are many countries that she would like to revisit. Her most recent trip abroad was to Portugal, where she stayed in a lovely hotel, close to her all-time favourite golf course. Jessica had no idea of being a writer until one day Peter suggested she write a book. So she did. She has now written over eighty novels.
REBECCA WINTERS, whose family of four children has now swelled to include three beautiful grandchildren, lives in Salt Lake City, Utah, in the land of the Rocky Mountains. With canyons and high Alpine meadows full of wildflowers, she never runs out of places to explore. They, plus her favourite vacation spots in Europe, often end up as backgrounds for her Mills & Boon Romance novels—because writing is her passion, along with her family and her church. Rebecca loves to hear from her readers. If you wish to e-mail her, please visit her website at: www.cleanromances.com (http://www.cleanromances.com).
Affairs of the Heart
The Italian Boss’s Secret Child
Trish Morey
Falling for her Convenient Husband
Jessica Steele
The Brooding Frenchman’s Proposal
Rebecca Winters
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08160-3
AFFAIRS OF THE HEART
The Italian Boss’s Secret Child © 2005 Trish Morey Falling for her Convenient Husband © 2009 Jessica Steele The Brooding Frenchman’s Proposal © 2009 Rebecca Winters
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Table of Contents
Cover (#ua2f8d456-0d5e-56f4-9b92-69e399b1cd98)
About the Authors (#u83897d0b-620c-5f6c-8ca4-484e9b97ecaf)
Title Page (#u3a1bd0ff-36bc-56f0-b0f6-875c314ffcd5)
Copyright (#ud7133be1-d9ac-55da-a03a-cae7285fec72)
The Italian Boss’s Secret Child (#ud4f3b8cc-fe0b-536a-8fed-e8cd880e1548)
CHAPTER ONE (#u0d57bd5f-6550-5ebb-8712-bde7607ef21d)
CHAPTER TWO (#ub6fc078f-35b0-5e29-bcdd-25fad74bbdac)
CHAPTER THREE (#u876f81f2-c01f-584b-9075-b954b0071bcf)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ufb798cd2-11d6-5bd2-a725-593e2f1de164)
CHAPTER FIVE (#ud12eb879-bd6d-525a-8434-29f2a957f390)
CHAPTER SIX (#uab5e3442-deba-5403-9638-27a02de72473)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#u97100440-990f-5477-89a7-44ca15c3972c)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#uea567c6b-0881-56ce-9a69-a4cc5c18e194)
CHAPTER NINE (#ub97656ee-f039-5b2e-b8de-dcc8a0f10e4f)
CHAPTER TEN (#u3b7ea0de-695b-53e6-87ac-5f16be98a864)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
Falling for her Convenient Husband (#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)
The Brooding Frenchman’s Proposal (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
The Italian Boss’s Secret Child (#u4f93203d-362b-520d-9d07-6c75ca30ba3e)
Trish Morey
CHAPTER ONE (#u4f93203d-362b-520d-9d07-6c75ca30ba3e)
WHAT a day! So far he’d chewed out two suppliers who’d let him down, put the fear of God into his IT guru for delivering late—again—on the new system and had a stand up fight with the HR manager, who seemed to think it was a good idea to pay every single employee a Christmas bonus generous enough to rival the gross national product of any number of tiny Third World nations.
Not yet eleven o’clock and already he’d been through the wars.
Not yet eleven o’clock and already it was shaping up to be the perfect day.
He pushed back in his leather recliner chair until he was almost horizontal, hands clinched behind his neck, legs stretched out with feet on the desk, and breathed deeply. Closing his eyes against the Melbourne skyline shown to full advantage from the floor to ceiling glass windows of his Collins Street office tower, he relived the turbulence of the morning’s altercations.
Ruthless, difficult and a man to be feared, Damien DeLuca’s reputation as the toughest CEO south of the equator wasn’t likely to come under threat today.
Which suited him just fine. He was proud of his reputation—after all, it had taken him long enough to build. As a first generation Australian, the youngest son of Italian parents who’d left everything they’d known to make a new life in Australia over thirty-five years ago, he’d worked hard to get where he was. From humble beginnings helping out in the family’s former market garden, he’d made the most of a scholarship to a top college, then followed it up with a successful stint at university. Seven years later he’d walked away with a double degree plus a masters in business and a raft of eager employment offers to select from.
It had given him the start he’d needed. Within two years he’d set up his own financial sector software company and begun making inroads into the same competition that had been so desperate to snap him up.
A few more years on and he’d taken over two of his rivals and was an acknowledged innovator in the industry. Other companies now looked to his for an example of how to succeed. It was hardly a secret. He hadn’t built Delucatek by being soft. He’d got where he was by being tough, by expecting a lot from himself and from his staff.
And he’d done it on his own. He had no time for partnerships, no time for sharing control. He was the boss, pure and simple. That was the way he ran his life, in the boardroom as well as in the bedroom. The women that flitted in and out of the scene were soon made aware of it too, even if they sometimes thought they could change him. They were wrong. He didn’t need them.
Damien DeLuca didn’t need anyone.
He pulled an arm out from behind his head, flashed a look at his TAG Heuer watch and frowned. Enid Crowley, his PA, should be returning from her break with his coffee any minute. Meanwhile his marketing manager, Sam Morgan, was late for his meeting to present the international marketing proposal to launch Delucatek’s newest software package.
Very late!
He swung his legs down off the desk, irritated that someone who needed his approval to splash hundreds of thousands of the firm’s dollars on what he understood was a radically different campaign hadn’t even bothered to show up yet. It didn’t augur well for the proposal.
It augured even less well for Sam.
What a day! She didn’t need this. Not today.
Philly Summers hugged the file containing the proposal to her chest, her eyes still itching with the threat of tears, her throat tight and constricted, and knowing that all too soon she’d be deposited at the executive level of the DeLuca Tower whether she liked it or not.
Of all the days for Sam to go down with flu!
In normal circumstances she’d be celebrating being called in at the last minute to present the marketing plan to the famous if feared head of Delucatek. After three months working as Sam’s deputy, it was clear to her that he was a man more than happy to take a disproportionate amount of credit for the work of others.
In normal circumstances she’d consider it a real coup, having the chance to present what was ninety-nine per cent her very own proposal to the man who could make or break her career in a moment.
In normal circumstances…
But these weren’t normal circumstances.
Today she had more important things to worry about than where her career might be headed or in seizing opportunities when they came knocking.
She sucked in a deep breath, seeking fortification, but the oxygen charged air was no match for the memory of the words that played over and over again in her mind. “I’m sorry but legally we can’t help you. If you were married…”
If she was married! Now there was a joke. Bryce had well and truly put paid to any chance of that when he walked out two months ago, barely one week before their wedding. Besides which, if she’d been married she wouldn’t have had to seek the help of the IVF clinic in the first place—she might already be pregnant.
But she wasn’t married.
No man. No prospects. Not a chance of conception unless she considered trawling the late night bars and clubs for a stud. Her teeth dragged a path through her lip-gloss. Would she dare? Was a promise made to a dying woman worth stooping to such levels?
Her mother’s pain-racked face flashed in her mind’s eye, her once soft features twisted and hardened with both the progress of her disease and the anguish of deep, unbearable loss. She thought she’d do anything to assuage her mother’s pain, to give her hope, but could she resort to picking up some no-name one-night stand in order to fulfil her promise?
‘No,’ she whispered on a shiver, her voice cracking in the empty lift. No question. She might be desperate but reckless wasn’t her style. She lifted a hand and swiped at the sudden moisture on her cheek, recognising that maybe it meant there was no way she’d be able to fulfil the promise she’d made.
Maybe she’d just have to accept that she wasn’t going to be able to give her mother the grandchild she craved more than anything—the grandchild she needed to make her smile again. It wasn’t fair but maybe it just wasn’t going to happen.
