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The Prince's Pregnant Mistress
Maisey Yates
“I. Am. Pregnant.”Three little words are all it takes to threaten Prince Raphael DeSantis’s secret life of pleasurable hedonism, ruin the state of a nation, and find him bound to a waitress.To prevent yet another international incident following on the heels of his of his convenient – and very broken – engagement to a suitable princess, Raphael must now make his mistress his bride!But heart-sore Bailey Harper won’t come willingly. This arrogant Prince will have to use every provocative trick at his disposal to seduce her into submission – and return to his country with Bailey as his wife!Book 2 in the Heirs Before Vows trilogy
“I. Am. Pregnant.”
Three little words are all it takes to threaten Prince Raphael DeSantis’s secret life of pleasurable hedonism, ruin the state of a nation and find him bound to a waitress.
To prevent yet another international incident following on the heels of his convenient—and very broken—engagement to a suitable princess, Raphael must now make his mistress his bride!
But heartsore Bailey Harper won’t come willingly. This arrogant prince will have to use every provocative trick at his disposal to seduce her into submission—and return to his country with Bailey as his wife!
“Of course,” Raphael said, “there will be no discussion of my sending you child support checks, and no discussion of the child being raised here, because you will both be in Santa Firenze.”
“I thought I wasn’t fit to be brought back to your country.”
She wasn’t. Even now, looking at Bailey, he felt that intense possessiveness that had him in a stranglehold. Taking her, claiming her, seemed to be the most obvious choice.
Which was what gave him pause. A ruler was meant to be cool. A ruler was meant to direct his actions with his mind, his sense of honor, not with anything half so fickle as desire or heat.
Raphael wondered what his father might have done in this instance. And then had to concede that his father would never have been so foolish as to get himself in this situation.
He was forced, then, to weigh his options. To bring back a woman such as this...one he had already decided was unsuitable for his kingdom...was unfathomable.
But honor. Honor and duty were at the center of all of it, regardless of what she made him feel. His duty was to his child.
“That was before I knew you were carrying my heir.” He took a step toward her, the word mine pounding itself through his head in time with the thundering of his heart. “Of course you are coming back to my country with me now. But not as my mistress. Bailey Harper, you are going to be my wife.”
One stolen moment of extraordinary passion leads to dramatic consequences in this stunning new trilogy by New York Times bestselling author Maisey Yates in...
Heirs Before Vows (#ulink_1193b58e-1839-5d23-acb3-7fbbebc63d9b)
Claiming their legacy with a diamond ring!
Three of the world’s most impressive and powerful bachelors, connected by fate and friendship, are about to find their lives changed irrevocably!
No one could have expected the shocking consequences that now lead these determined alpha males down the aisle...
...as expectant fathers!
Find out what happens in...
The Spaniard’s Pregnant Bride
October 2016
The Prince’s Pregnant Mistress
December 2016
This stunning trilogy concludes with...
The Italian’s Pregnant Virgin
January 2017
The Prince’s Pregnant Mistress
Maisey Yates
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
MAISEY YATES is a New York Times bestselling author of more than thirty romance novels. She has a coffee habit she has no interest in kicking, and a slight Pinterest addiction. She lives with her husband and children in the Pacific Northwest. When Maisey isn’t writing she can be found singing in the grocery store, shopping for shoes online and probably not doing dishes. Check out her website: maiseyyates.com (http://www.maiseyyates.com/).
This book is dedicated to the librarians. I spent countless hours at libraries, reading countless books. Thank you for giving the joy of reading to everyone.
Contents
Cover (#u7c05f899-1eec-54f2-82ce-78d228c8458a)
Back Cover Text (#u20ca9db5-7cd2-55d6-b6eb-daac6dd5038c)
Introduction (#u55b57384-965c-5096-b49c-a7fef340623d)
Heirs Before Vows (#ulink_5742c53e-4b6c-5349-8199-c6a3b6246c73)
Title Page (#u3360dd72-4209-5190-87b8-cc6f491f9bad)
About the Author (#ua907a45b-7403-5dad-b379-f80d75c3d09e)
Dedication (#u1121768a-405b-5ade-b22b-4c49f33cb580)
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_f8eaaaa7-5be3-54bc-ab5c-70883b995217)
CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_f64cf643-a128-5956-b7db-f1115421587e)
CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_bde91df7-dc4d-52f9-9c82-221ed542f22b)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ulink_b46957de-84d9-5378-8a3a-0c2149e9c3f1)
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)
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CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_e0dc5170-c27c-5f9b-aa6f-755a5a5ce731)
IT HAD BEEN a perfect night. So beautiful, the white Christmas lights strung across the facades of the buildings in Vail glittering on the snow all around them. Like the stars had dropped down from the sky to light their way.
Yes, the night had been perfect and Raphael even more so. But then, he always was.
Bailey couldn’t quite believe it was real. Even after eight months with him, she couldn’t believe it. He was like something out of a fairy tale, and she was a girl who never thought she’d have a happy ending.
But then she’d met him.
Of course, she only saw him every few months, when he flew into Colorado on business, and never for long enough.
She’d been guarded all of her adult life. So cautious when it came to men and dating. But with Raphael...that caution had never been there. She’d just given herself to him with no thought of self-protection, no thought of anything but how much she wanted him.
She was like a different woman with him. A woman in love.
It was always so frantic when he was there. Tonight was no exception. They’d finished dinner, a walk through the town, then back to the hotel, where he’d consumed her.
There had been an edge to him tonight, an intensity. Not that she was complaining.
She stretched out on the sheets, curling her toes. She was still recovering. She giggled and rolled onto her side, looking toward the bathroom.
The door was closed, a sliver of light visible beneath it. She sighed heavily, waiting for him to come back to bed.
Waiting impatiently.
Tonight felt different. Significant and special.
She loved him so much. She ached with it. She’d never thought she could feel this way about someone. Never thought someone could feel this way about her.
She was ready for more. She was ready for everything.
The bathroom door opened, and her heart skipped a little. That made her smile. It was ridiculous how giddy she was over him. But then, she’d never let a man close enough to her to have this kind of intimacy.
In her waitressing job she got hit on by men all the time. She just wasn’t...swayed by it. At all. She had been thoroughly disenchanted with men by the time she’d moved out of her mother’s home at sixteen. She’d seen too much. Too much heartbreak. Too much screaming.
Bailey had decided to make her own life, her own future. She’d made it to twenty-one a virgin because she’d been so determined to wait until it was right, until she was ready.
And then she’d met Raphael. Her friends barely believed he existed. She’d stopped talking much about him when all she’d gotten were skeptical eye rolls and Raphael? Bailey, are you dating a Ninja Turtle?
He’d never met them because he was so busy whenever he flew in. And then she wanted him all to herself. So yeah, she was giddy. She had a feeling she always would be.
“Bailey, shouldn’t you be getting dressed?”
She frowned. She hadn’t expected him to say that. She spent the night with him all the time when he came through town. “I thought...well.” She swept a hand over her bare curves. “I’m ready for more if you are.”
“I have an early flight out—I thought I told you.”
He looked grim suddenly. She hated that grimness. It grabbed her by the throat and held her tight, filled her lungs with dread, and she couldn’t quite pinpoint why. “No. You didn’t.” She forced a smile because there was no point fighting with him if these were their last few minutes together before he had to leave again. “You have to go back to Italy?”
“Yes,” he said, reaching for his pants and tugging them on, covering up his gorgeous body.
She watched him dress the rest of the way, the reverse strip show still arousing even if it had a more depressing ending than the alternative.
His muscles rippled with each movement, his fingers blunt and efficient as he buttoned his shirt. Reminding her of just how efficient they were with her.
“Bailey,” he said again, his tone vaguely...irritated. She couldn’t recall Raphael ever being irritated with her before.
“I’m comfortable,” she said, sighing heavily and rolling out of bed. “There. Now I’m not. I hope you’re happy.” She purposefully wiggled her hips a little bit as she made her way to where he’d torn her dress off earlier. “I hope this survived,” she said, picking it up gingerly.
“I’ll replace it if it didn’t.”
“I’m more worried about what I’ll wear home.” Another sigh escaped her lips. “When are you coming back?”
“I’m not.”
She felt like all the air had been pulled from her body. She just stood there, blinking in the dim light, totally frozen while her fingers went numb and her insides went cold. “What do you mean, you aren’t coming back?”
“I don’t have any more work here in Vail. We’re finished up with our meetings.”
“Right. So. But... I’m here.”
He laughed, a hard, low sound that wasn’t like Raphael at all. “Sorry, cara, that is not enticement enough.”
She was dumbstruck. Completely. And she hated herself for it. “I don’t understand. We just had the nicest date and the best... I don’t... I don’t understand.”
“It was goodbye. You have been an especially lovely diversion, but that’s all it could ever be. I have a life back in Italy, and it’s time I got back to it in earnest.”
Dumbstruck turned into sucker punched. “A life? Are you... Raphael, are you married?”
“About to be,” he said, his tone hard. “I can’t afford distractions any longer.”
“You’re engaged. Of course you are,” she said, words tumbling out of her mouth without her permission. “I bet you...live with her. Of course you only come and visit me every couple of months. I’m such an idiot.” She covered her mouth and stifled a scream. She was too angry to be humiliated. Too wounded to care if she bled all over him. “I was... I was a virgin, and you knew that,” she threw at him. “I told you it was a big step for me!” Angry tears welled in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks.
