The Sicilian's Unexpected Duty. Michelle Smart

       ‘I was a virgin!’

      ‘How was I supposed to know that? You’re a twenty-six-year-old woman.’

      Pepe thought virgins of that age were extinct. It was a thought he kept to himself. Cara’s skin had gone as red as her hair. He didn’t particularly fancy being on the receiving end of a slap in front of his entire family, even if she would need a stepladder to reach him.

      ‘You used me,’ she said. ‘You let me believe you were serious and that we would see each other again.’

      ‘When? Tell me? When did I say we would see each other again?’

      ‘You said you wanted me to come to your new house in Paris so I could advise you on where to place the Cannelotti painting you bought in the auction.’

      He shrugged. ‘That was business talk. You know about art and I needed an expert’s eye.’

      ‘You said it while dipping your finger in champagne and then placing it in my mouth so I could suck it off.’

      ‘What’s done is done. I’ve apologised, and as far as I’m concerned that’s the end of the matter. It’s been four months. I suggest you forget about it and move on.’

      With that he stalked away, striding towards Luca and Grace, ready to tell them he was leaving.

      ‘Actually, it’s not the end of the matter.’

      Something in the tone of her voice made him pause.

      ‘It’s impossible for me to “forget about it and move on".’

       THE IRRESISTIBLE SICILIANS

       Dark-hearted men, with devastating appeal!

      These powerful Sicilian men are bound by years of family legacies and dark secrets.

      But now the power rests with them.

      No man would dare challenge these hot-blooded Sicilians …

      But their women are another matter!

      Have these world-renowned Sicilians met their match?

      Read Luca Mastrangelo’s story in:

       WHAT A SICILIAN HUSBAND WANTS

      March 2014

      Read Pepe Mastrangelo’s story in:

       THE SICILIAN’S UNEXPECTED DUTY

      April 2014

      And look out for Francesco Calvetti’s story

       coming soon!

      The Sicilian’s Unexpected Duty

      Michelle Smart

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      MICHELLE SMART’S love affair with books began as a baby, when she would cuddle them in her cot. This love for all things wordy has never left her. A voracious reader of all genres, she found her love of romance was cemented at the age of twelve when she came across her first Mills & Boon^® book. That book sparked a seed and, although she didn’t have the words to explain it then, she had discovered something special: that a book had the capacity to make her heart beat as if falling in love.

      When not reading, or pretending to do the housework, Michelle loves nothing more than creating worlds of her own featuring handsome, brooding heroes and the sparkly, feisty women who can melt their frozen hearts. She hopes her books can make her readers’ hearts beat a little faster too.

      Michelle Smart lives in Northamptonshire with her own hero and their two young sons.

      This book is dedicated to Adam, Joe and Zak, my gorgeous Smarties.

      Contents

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       EPILOGUE

       EXTRACT

      CHAPTER ONE

      PEPE MASTRANGELO HELPED himself to another glass of red wine from a passing maid and downed it in one. His aunt Carlotta, who had taken it upon herself to shadow him since they’d arrived back at his family home, was blathering on in his ear about something or other. Probably parroting her favourite inanities about when he, Pepe, was going to follow in his older brother’s footsteps and settle down. Namely, when was he planning to get married and have babies?

      Aunt Carlotta was not the only guilty party in this matter. The entire Mastrangelo clan, along with the Lombardis from his mother’s side, all thought his private life was a matter of public consumption. Usually he took their nosiness in good part, knowing they meant well. He would deflect their questions with a cheeky grin, a wink and a quip about how there were so many beautiful women in the world he couldn’t possibly choose just one. Or words to that effect. Anything but admit he would rather swim in a pool of electric eels than marry.

      Marriage was for martyrs and fools, and he was neither.

      He’d almost married once, when he’d been young and foolish. His childhood sweetheart. The woman who’d ripped his heart out, torn it into shreds and left an empty shell.

      Now he considered that he’d had a lucky escape. Once bitten, twice shy. Only complete idiots went back for a second helping of pain if it could be avoided.

      Not that he ever shared that little titbit of information with people. Heaven forbid. They’d probably try to talk him into something ridiculous like therapy.

      Today though, his usually quick repartee had deserted him. But then, he wasn’t usually fielding these questions with a pair of almond-shaped green eyes following his every move. To make it even harder to concentrate, those same eyes were drilling into him with pure loathing.

      Cara Delaney.

      He and Cara had been appointed his niece’s godparents. He’d been forced to sit next to her in the church. He’d been forced to stand by her side at the font.

      He’d forgotten how pretty