The prince and the ballerina...
Her dreams of making principal dancer dashed, Posy Marlowe escapes to her beloved Villa Rosa. However, her peace is shattered by the arrival of a gorgeous stranger on her private beach!
Crown Prince Nico is surprised to find Posy at the abandoned island villa. Once, he wouldâve charmed Posy off the beach and into his arms, but now heâs in need of a more permanent arrangement. He just has to persuade the woman whoâs already warming his heart sheâll make his perfect princess bride!
âI think we should get married. Donât you?â
âBut...thatâs ridiculous. We donât even know each other.â Plus he hadnât even asked her. Not that a ring and a bended knee would make any difference, but at least she wouldnât feel like a problem he needed to sort out. She folded her arms and glared at him.
Nico raised one lazy brow. âRosalind Anne Marlowe,â he drawled. âTwenty-four years old. Your parents own a well-thought-of light aircraft manufacturer, which your sister, Imogen, now runs. You have two more sisters, one a pilot, the other a celebrity journalist who is in a relationship with Javier Russo, a friend of my cousin, Alessandro.â
âYes, but...â
He carried on as if she hadnât spoken. âYou went to train to be a ballerina when you were eleven and graduated into a company where you spent the last five years as a member of the corps de ballet until your unexpected sabbatical this summer. No one knows if you plan to return to dancing or if you have other plans, but your sabbatical has caused quite a stirâyou have shown no interest in anything except ballet your entire life. You share a flat with two other dancers, have had a handful of boyfriends although no relationship lasted more than three months and you met them all through work. How am I doing so far?â
âYou had me investigated?â
His eyes darkened and he took a step nearer. âI know you like to dance on the beach even when thereâs no audience there to see you. I know you like the feel of cold salt water on your bare skin. I know the look on your face when you make your mind up to do something and the way your hands clench when youâre nervous. I know the look on your face when I touch you. I know the way you sigh, the way you moan...â
Summer at Villa Rosa
Four sisters escape to the Mediterranean...
Only to find reunions, romance...and royalty!
Villa Rosa holds a very special place in the hearts of Posy Marlowe and her three sisters, filled with memories of idyllic summer holidays on LâIsola dei Fiori. And her recent inheritance of the beautiful but fading palazzo from her godmother, Sofia, couldnât have come at a better time for them all!
Now, this summer, they all escape to LâIsola dei Fiori and rediscover Villa Rosa again.
Donât miss all four books in this fabulous quartet:
On sale June: Her Pregnancy Bombshell
by Liz Fielding (Mirandaâs story)
On sale July: The Mysterious Italian Houseguest
by Scarlet Wilson (Portiaâs story)
On sale August: The Runaway Bride and the Billionaire
by Kate Hardy (Imogenâs story)
On sale September: A Proposal from the Crown Prince
by Jessica Gilmore (Posyâs story)
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And Jessica Gilmore brings you an exciting online readâa prequel to Summer at Villa Rosa.
Available now at millsandboon.co.uk.
A former au pair, bookseller, marketing manager and seafront trader, JESSICA GILMORE now works for an environmental charity in York, England. Married with one daughter, one fluffy dog and two dog-loathing cats, she spends her time avoiding housework and can usually be found with her nose in a book. Jessica writes emotional romance with a hint of humor, a splash of sunshine and a great deal of delicious foodâand equally delicious heroes!
To my very own hardworking ballerina.
I hope one day you really will be a tree in Covent Garden xxx
CHAPTER ONE
POSYâS CHEEKS ACHED but her smile didnât waver, nor did she flinch as a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, another trickling slowly down her back. Her muscles screamed for release but she kept perfectly still, one leg bent, an arm outstretched, head high, eyes fixed on the cheering crowd. They were on their feet, shouts of âbravo!â reverberating around the auditorium as bouquet after ravishing bouquet were carried onto the stage to be laid reverentially at her fellow dancerâs feet.
What must it feel like to be Daria, Posy wondered as Daria kissed her hand to the ecstatic audience, to know that all this rapture was for you? How did it feel to star in a brand-new ballet, choreographed just for you, and to have London at your feet? She and Daria had started ballet school together years before, had once stood side by side, the only two girls from their year to make it into the Companyâbut now Daria shone right in centre stage while Posy remained firmly in the heart of the Corps de Ballet.