Bound By Their Scandalous Baby. Heidi Rice

      He’s the billionaire she should resist...

      ...but he’s the billionaire she’s bound to!

      Hotel tycoon Lukas Blackstone is shocked to learn he has an orphaned nephew—and infuriated by the electricity sizzling between him and his nephew’s guardian, Bronte! Despite their powerful attraction, Lukas knows to steer clear of Bronte—he learned the hard way that family life isn’t for him. But when the sensational fire between them ignites, the dramatic consequences will tie them together—forever...

       Experience the intense chemistry of this pregnancy romance!

      USA TODAY bestselling author HEIDI RICE lives in London, England. She is married with two teenage sons—which gives her rather too much of an insight into the male psyche—and also works as a film journalist. She adores her job, which involves getting swept up in a world of high emotions, sensual excitement, funny, feisty women, sexy, tortured men and glamorous locations where laundry doesn’t exist. Once she turns off her computer she often does chores—usually involving laundry!

       Also by Heidi Rice

       Too Close for Comfort

       One Night, So Pregnant!

       Vows They Can’t Escape

       The Virgin’s Shock Baby

       Captive at Her Enemy’s Command

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      Bound by Their Scandalous Baby

      Heidi Rice

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      ISBN: 978-1-474-07251-9

      BOUND BY THEIR SCANDALOUS BABY

      © 2018 Heidi Rice

      Published in Great Britain 2018

      by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

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      To Sharon Kendrick,

      for being an inspiration and a friend.

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       About the Author

       Booklist

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Dedication

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       EPILOGUE

       Extract

       About the Publisher

       CHAPTER ONE

      LUKAS BLACKSTONE HATED CROWDS. But he hated dark rooms a whole lot more. Tonight, he would have to endure both at the same time. A humiliating trickle of sweat eased down his temple. He brushed it away impatiently with the cuff of his tuxedo jacket. The tailored designer suit felt like a straitjacket, squeezing the air out of his lungs. The irrational fear made his stomach knot.

      He cast a jaundiced eye over the array of VIP guests below him—crammed into the Art Deco ballroom of Blackstone’s Manhattan, his company’s flagstone hotel on the corner of Central Park West.

      Hollywood A-listers bumped shoulders with masters of industry, legendary rock stars mingled with media moguls, priceless jewellery sparkled