Snowbound With His Innocent Temptation
From festive fling…When heartbroken Becky Shaw retreats to the Cotswolds for Christmas, she expects to be warming herself in front of a fire, not in the arms of gorgeous Italian billionaire Theo Rushing. As a snowstorm rages outside, indoors the temperature starts to rise……to fake fiancée!It was meant to be a holiday fling, until Theo reveals he needs a fake fiancée, and sweeps Becky away to Italy and his luxurious world. To protect her heart she agreed to a ‘relationship’ in name only, but as the chemistry between them crackles, how long before Theo and Becky pass the point of no return?
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From festive fling...
When heartbroken Becky Shaw retreats to the Cotswolds for Christmas, she expects to be warming herself in front of a fire, not in the arms of gorgeous Italian billionaire Theo Rushing. As a snowstorm rages outside, indoors the temperature starts to rise...
...to fake fiancée!
It was meant to be a holiday fling, until Theo reveals he needs a fake fiancée and sweeps Becky away to Italy and his luxurious world. To protect her heart, she agrees to a “relationship” in name only, but as the chemistry between them crackles, how long before Theo and Becky pass the point of no return?
Short of throwing Theo to his fate in the driving snow outside, Becky had no choice but to put him up—and from the looks of the weather he was going to be around for at least another night.
Just the two of them under the one roof.
Becky’s mind broke its leash and raced off in all sorts of crazy directions.
He was awful, with his generalizations and his sneering, patronizing assertions, and that typical rich man’s belief that money was the only thing that mattered...that he could just buy things and buy people...
In short, he was just the sort of guy she had no time for.
But he was so outrageously beautiful. And that was what gripped her imagination and held it. That was what shot through her head with the treacherous accuracy of a heat-guided missile, cutting a swathe through all logic and common sense...
This gloriously, sinfully beautiful man was going to be under her roof, and her whole body tingled at the thought of that.
Which was worse than crazy.
CATHY WILLIAMS can remember reading Mills & Boon books as a teenager, and now that she is writing them she remains an avid fan. For her, there is nothing like creating romantic stories and engaging plots, and each and every book is a new adventure. Cathy lives in London, and her three daughters—Charlotte, Olivia and Emma—have always been, and continue to be, the greatest inspirations in her life.
Books by Cathy Williams
Mills & Boon Modern Romance
A Virgin for Vasquez
Seduced into Her Boss’s Service The Wedding Night Debt A Pawn in the Playboy’s Game At Her Boss’s Pleasure The Real Romero To Sin with the Tycoon The Uncompromising Italian The Argentinian’s Demand Secrets of a Ruthless Tycoon Enthralled by Moretti His Temporary Mistress A Deal with Di Capua The Secret Casella Baby The Notorious Gabriel Diaz
The Italian Titans
Wearing the De Angelis Ring The Surprise De Angelis Baby
One Night With Consequences
Bound by the Billionaire’s Baby
Visit the Author Profile page at millsandboon.co.uk for more titles.
To my three wonderful daughters
Contents
‘HONESTLY, ALI, I’M FINE!’ Complete lie. Becky Shaw was far from fine.
Her job was on the line. The veterinary practice where she had been working for the last three years was in the process of being sold—and being turned into yet another quaint coffee shop to attract the onslaught of tourists who arrived punctually every spring and summer, snapping the gorgeous Cotswold scenery with their expensive cameras and buying up all the local art in a flurry of enthusiasm to take away a little bit of local flavour with them. Her friends Sarah and Delilah had got it right when they had decided to turn their cottage into a gallery and workshop. Not that they had had to in the end, considering they had both been swept off their feet by billionaires.
And then there was the roof, which had decided that it was no longer going to play ball and she was sure that right now, if she listened hard enough, she would be able to hear the unnerving sound of the steady leak drip-dripping its way into the bucket she had strategically placed in the corridor upstairs.
‘I keep telling you that you’re too young to be buried out there in the middle of nowhere! Why don’t you come out to France? Visit us for a couple of weeks? Surely the practice can spare you for a fortnight...’
In three months’ time, Becky thought glumly, the practice would be able to spare her for approximately the rest of her life.
Though there was no way that she was going to tell her sister this. Nor did she have any intention of going out to the south of France to see Alice and her husband, Freddy. Her heart squeezed tightly as it did every time she thought of Freddy and she forced herself to answer her sister lightly, voice betraying nothing.
‘I’m hardly buried out here, Alice.’
‘I’ve seen the weather reports, Becks. I always check what the weather’s doing on my phone and the Cotswolds is due heavy snow by the weekend. You’re going to be trapped there in the middle of March, when the rest of the country is looking forward to spring, for goodness’ sake! I worry about you.’
‘You mustn’t.’ She glanced out of the window and wondered how it was that she was still here, still in the family home, when this was supposed to have been a temporary retreat, somewhere to lick her wounds before carrying on with her life. That had been three years ago. Since then, in a fit of lethargy, she had accepted the job offer at the local vet’s and persuaded her parents to put all plans to sell the cottage on hold. Just for a little while. Just until she got her act together. She would pay them a monthly rent and, once she’d got herself on a career ladder, she would leave the Cotswolds and head down to London.
