Hired For Romano's Pleasure. Chantelle Shaw
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| Автор произведения | Chantelle Shaw |
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Orla’s to-do list:
#1 Resist my arrogant new boss!
Working for cutthroat billionaire Torre Romano is shy Orla’s worst nightmare—she’s never forgotten the crushing blow of his cruel rejection. Unfortunately, her traitorous body can’t forget the white-hot pleasure they found together! Traveling abroad with him, and working late nights, is pure sensual torture—especially as Torre seems determined to tempt Orla to play with fire once again...
CHANTELLE SHAW lives on the Kent coast and thinks up her stories while walking on the beach. She has been married for over thirty years and has six children. Her love affair with reading and writing Mills & Boon stories began as a teenager, and her first book was published in 2006. She likes strong-willed, slightly unusual characters. Chantelle also loves gardening, walking and wine!
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Hired for Romano’s Pleasure
Chantelle Shaw
ISBN: 978-1-474-07182-6
HIRED FOR ROMANO’S PLEASURE
© 2018 Chantelle Shaw
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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Contents
‘I DON’T UNDERSTAND why you invited your ex-wife’s daughter to your birthday celebrations.’
Torre Romano could not hide his irritation as he turned away from the window at Villa Romano and looked across the study at his father. Moments ago he had been enjoying the stunning view of the Amalfi coastline—although he was of the opinion that the views from his own house in Ravello, higher up the cliffs, were better. But the bombshell his father had just dropped had re-awoken the complicated emotions that Orla Brogan evoked in him. Still.
‘I invited my stepson,’ Giuseppe said mildly. ‘Why wouldn’t I also invite my stepdaughter?’
‘It’s different with Jules. He came to live here with his mother when he was a young boy and you are the only father he has ever known.’ Torre looked away from Giuseppe’s astute gaze. ‘I barely remember Orla,’ he said, frustrated that it was not true. ‘The only time I met her was eight years ago when you married her mother.