The Italians: Angelo, Rocco & Stefano: Wife in the Shadows / A Dangerous Infatuation / The Italian's Blushing Gardener. Sara Craven

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      THE

       Italians Angelo, Rocco & Stefano

      Wife in the Shadows

       Sara Craven

      A Dangerous Infatuation

       Chantelle Shaw

      The Italian’s Blushing Gardener

       Christina Hollis

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

       Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       About the Author

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       A Dangerous Infatuation

       About the Author

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       The Italian’s Blushing Gardener

       About the Author

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Endpage

       Copyright

Wife in the Shadows

      SARA CRAVEN was born in South Devon and grew up in a house full of books. She worked as a local journalist, covering everything from flower shows to murders, and started writing for Mills & Boon in 1975. When not writing, she enjoys films, music, theatre, cooking and eating in good restaurants. She now lives near her family in Warwickshire. Sara has appeared as a contestant on the former Channel Four game show Fifteen to One and in 1997 was the UK television Mastermind champion. In 2005 she was a member of the Romantic Novelists’ team on University Challenge—the Professionals.

       April

      THE EAR-RINGS WERE the most exquisite she had ever seen.

      Nestling in their bed of black velvet, the single diamond drops glowed with a fierce inner fire that made her wonder if her fingertips would burn as she touched them.

      But, in fact, they were cold, she thought with a small ironic smile as she fastened them into her earlobes.

      Cold as the rest of the jewellery she had been given over the last endless months.

      Cold as the chill in the pit of her stomach when she envisaged the evening ahead of her. And its possible aftermath.

      She took the pendant, which had been the previous gift, from its case, and handed