The Princes' Brides. Sandra Marton

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       Pregnant by a regal rogue…

       The Princes’ Brides

      Three passionate, intense romances from a classic Mills & Boon author!

      The Princes’Brides

      Sandra Marton

      The Greek Prince’s Chosen Wife

      By

      Sandra Marton

      The Spanish Prince’s Virgin Bride

      By

      Sandra Marton

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       In July 2010 Mills & Boon bring you four classic collections, each featuring three favourite romances by our bestselling authors

       THE PRINCES’ BRIDES

      by Sandra Marton

       The Italian Prince’s Pregnant Bride

       The Greek Prince’s Chosen Wife

       The Spanish Prince’s Virgin Bride

       TYCOON’S CHOICE

      Kept by the Tycoon by Lee Wilkinson

      Taken by the Tycoon by Kathryn Ross

      The Tycoon’s Proposal by Leigh Michaels

       THE MILLIONAIRE’S CLUB:

       JACOB, LOGAN & MARC

      Black-Tie Seduction by Cindy Gerard

      Less-Than-Innocent Invitation by Shirley Rogers

      Strictly Confidential Attraction by Brenda Jackson

       SAYING ‘YES!’ TO THE BOSS

      Having Her Boss’s Baby by Susan Mallery

      Business or Pleasure? by Julie Hogan

      Business Affairs by Shirley Rogers

      SANDRA MARTON wrote her first novel while she was still in primary school. Her doting parents told her she’d be a writer some day and Sandra believed them. In secondary school and college she wrote dark poetry nobody but her boyfriend understood – though, looking back, she suspects he was just being kind. As a wife and mother she wrote murky short stories in what little spare time she could manage, but not even her boyfriend-turned-husband could pretend to understand those. Sandra tried her hand at other things, among them teaching and serving on the Board of Education in her home town, but the dream of becoming a writer was always in her heart.

      At last Sandra realised she wanted to write books about what all women hope to find: love with that one special man, love that’s rich with fire and passion, love that lasts for ever. She wrote a novel, her very first, and sold it to Mills & Boon^® Modern^™ romance. Since then she’s written more than sixty books, all of them featuring sexy, gorgeous, larger-than-life heroes. A four-time RITA^® award finalist, she’s also received five Romantic Times magazine awards and has been honoured with RT’s Career Achievement Award for Series Romance. Sandra lives with her very own sexy, gorgeous, larger-than-life hero in a sun-filled house on a quiet country lane in the north-eastern United States.

       Don’t miss Sandra Marton’s exciting new novel, Falco: The Dark Guardian, available in August 2010 from Mills & Boon® Modern™.

      The Italian Prince’s Pregnant Bride

      By

Sandra Marton

      Chapter One

      SHE came hurrying along the sidewalk, enveloped from head to toe in black suede, stiletto-heeled boots clicking sharply, her head bent against the rain-driven wind, and barreled into Nicolo just as he stepped from the taxi.

      The doorman moved forward but Nicolo had already dropped his briefcase and caught her by the shoulders.

      “Easy,” he said pleasantly.

      Her hood fell back as she looked up at him. Nicolo, always appreciative of beauty, smiled.

      She was beautiful, with elegant bones, a mouth that looked soft and inviting, and eyes the deep blue of spring violets, all that framed by a mass of honey-colored loose curls.

      If someone had to run you down, this was surely the woman an intelligent man would choose.

      “Are you all right?”

      She pulled out of his grasp. “I’m fine.”

      “My fault entirely,” he said graciously. “I should have watched where I was—”

      “Yes,” the woman said, “you should have.”

      He blinked. She was looking at him with total disdain. His smile faded. Though he was Roman, he’d spent a good part of his life in Manhattan. He understood that civility was not an art here but it was she who’d run into him.

      “I beg your pardon, signorina, but—”

      “But then,” she said coldly, “I suppose people like you think you own the street.”

      Nicolo lifted his hands from her shoulders with exaggerated care.

      “Look, I don’t know what your problem is, but—”

      “You,” she said crisply, “are my problem.”

      What was this? A Mona Lisa with the temperament of a hellcat. Innate old-world gallantry warred with new-world attitude.

      Attitude won.

      “You know,” he said brusquely, “I apologized to you when there was no need, and you speak to me as if I were scum. You could use some manners.”

      “Just because I’m a woman—”

      “Is that what you are?” His smile was as cold as his words. “Let’s see about that, shall we?” Temper soaring, logic shot to hell, Nicolo pulled the blonde to her toes and kissed her.

      It lasted less than a second. Just a quick brush of his mouth over hers. Then he let go of her, had the satisfaction of seeing those violet eyes widen in astonishment…

      And caught the rich, sweet taste of her on his lips.

      Sweet heaven. Had he gone un po ’pazzo?

      He had to be. Only a crazy man would haul a mean-tempered woman into his