The Consequence He Must Claim. Dani Collins

      

       “Of all the memories I’ve lost, the most maddening is not remembering what it’s like to make love to you.”

      Cesar bent and covered Sorcha’s lips with his own, hard but not hurtful, seeming to catch himself at the last second and decide whether he wanted to plunder or merely to sample.

      Maybe he was waiting for a rush of memory, trying to remember how their first kisses had tasted and felt. She remembered. She wanted to protest and turn away from his kiss, but her body knew him in a primal way that made her whole being soften in welcome. She lifted her hand to caress the stubble on his cheek, urging him to linger, playing her mouth against his in invitation.

      With a gruff sound deep in his throat he took control of the kiss. He claimed her in a way that felt familiar, yet new. He stole, but gave back at the same time. Started to pull away, then returned as if he couldn’t help himself. The teasing sent flutters of arousal through her, burning her blood to the ends of her limbs, making her fingers and toes tingle.

The Wrong Heirs Securing the billionaires’ legacies!

      Meet Alessandro Ferrante, Italian tycoon, and Cesar Montero y Rosales, Spanish aristocrat.

      For their whole lives they have done their duty and commanded everything in their sight.

      But after a mix-up at the hospital they’re left holding the wrong baby, and their lives are turned upside down in a heartbeat!

      With their heirs back in their rightful place and their legacies ensured, the only things left to secure are their brides!

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      The Consequence He Must Claim

       Dani Collins

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Canadian DANI COLLINS knew in high school that she wanted to write romance for a living. Twenty-five years later, after marrying her high school sweetheart, having two kids with him, working several generic office jobs and submitting countless manuscripts, she got ‘The Call’. Her first Modern Romance novel won the Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best First in Series from RT Book Reviews. She now works in her own office, writing romance.

      This story is for Doug, Cesar to my Sorcha. I love you.

      Contents

       Cover

       Introduction

The Wrong Heirs

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       EPILOGUE

       Extract

       Copyright

PROLOGUE

      Eight months ago...

      SORCHA KELLY ENTERED the hospital with determined steps. It was coming up to three weeks. They had to let her see him. Especially now that she knew. Not just suspected but knew she was pregnant.

      Before this, Cesar Montero’s family had only seen her as his personal assistant. Devoted, absolutely. His entire family appreciated her dedication. They couldn’t have transitioned the running of the multinational engineering firm back into his father’s capable hands without her. She’d been invaluable in those first difficult days after the crash.

      But she was only his PA and he’d been unconscious, with visitors limited to his immediate family. Plus his fiancée, of course.

      How, exactly, did an unconscious man get engaged? That’s what Sorcha wanted to know. Aside from crossing paths at a few family events, Cesar hadn’t even been seeing Diega. The agreement between the families to eventually merge assets via marriage had been an expectation, not a written contract or even an emotional one.

      Cesar’s mother was the one who’d been pressing to formalize the engagement. Cesar had confided his reluctance to follow through with it to Sorcha that last day.

      Obviously his family didn’t know Cesar had left Sorcha the evening of the crash to inform Diega the marriage wouldn’t happen. He’d seen Diega. The woman had admitted to authorities that he’d been at her house and left again, so why was Diega acting like the marriage was on? Like plans had advanced from “maybe” to “absolutely”?

      How had she gone from family friend to fiancée in the sliver of time that Cesar had spent at the bottom of a cliff in a bashed-up car?

      The question tortured Sorcha every moment of every day while she waited for Cesar to wake up and explain himself.

      He’d stayed in a coma for so long, however, she’d begun to anticipate that if she did turn up pregnant, this baby might be a comfort to his family. Then he had awoken and she knew he would explain that she was meant to be at his side, not Diega.

      Except that didn’t happen. His father had dropped by the office to explain that Cesar had lost a week’s worth of memories prior to the crash. He didn’t recall the ribbon cutting on the bridge in Madrid and was quite anxious to oversee it, el Excelentísimo, Señor Montero had added with one of his distracted frowns, the one that suggested he was exasperated by humans and their mortal frailties.