Kłamca 2,5. Machinomachia. Jakub Ćwiek
Читать онлайн.| Название | Kłamca 2,5. Machinomachia |
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| Автор произведения | Jakub Ćwiek |
| Жанр | Зарубежная фантастика |
| Серия | Kłamca |
| Издательство | Зарубежная фантастика |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9788381292924 |
MARGARET MAYO says most writers state they’ve always written and made up stories, right from a very young age. Not her! Margaret was a voracious reader but never invented stories, until the morning of June 14th 1974 when she woke up with an idea for a short story. The story grew until it turned into a full length novel, and after a few rewrites, it was accepted by Mills & Boon. Two years and eight books later, Margaret gave up full-time work for good. And her love of writing goes on!
Her Husband’s Christmas Bargain
Margaret Mayo
ISBN: 978-1-408-96793-5
HER HUSBAND’S CHRISTMAS BARGAIN
© 2004 Margaret Mayo
Published in Great Britain 2020
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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Contents
IT WASN’T! It was! It was Megan. Luigi Costanzo had overheard the child telling Santa that all she wanted for Christmas was a daddy. It had aroused his curiosity, even caused a faint stir somewhere deep within him, and he’d watched her as she returned to her mother. She was a pretty little girl with long blonde hair and big blue eyes, but it was the shock of seeing who was her parent that caused him to do a double take.
Megan!
His Megan!
Megan, whom he hadn’t seen for almost four years.
What the hell?
Luigi looked from mother to daughter and his eyes narrowed. Megan still had the same shoulder-length blonde hair, the same slender figure; nothing about her had changed. She didn’t even look any older. He swung on his heel, snapping his fingers at his nearest employee. ‘Please follow that woman and report back to me with her address.’
‘Yes, sir.’
If the young man was surprised he didn’t show it. He spurted into immediate action. There was no arguing with the new owner of Gerards. He’d had everyone on their toes ever since he took over a few months ago.
’Sweetheart, what did you ask for?’ Megan looked down at her beloved daughter, who was skipping happily along at her side. There hadn’t really been time to visit Santa’s grotto but Charlotte had pleaded so eloquently that Megan couldn’t find it in her heart to refuse.