The Bride Fonseca Needs
‘Everyone has a price…I’ve just told you mine. Name yours.’Secretary Darcy Lennox knows how demanding her billionaire boss, Maximiliano Fonseca Roselli, can be. His fierce ambition is legendary. But marrying him to secure the deal of the century is beyond the call of duty! Except Max is not a man to say no to. He’s undaunted by Darcy’s reluctance to enter a fake marriage; in his world everyone has a price and he will entice Darcy to reveal hers. But after only one searing – and very public – kiss he realises the stakes are far higher than either of them imagined…Abby Green’s BILLIONAIRE BROTHERS duetBook 1: Fonseca’s FuryBook 2: The Bride Fonseca NeedsOne raised in luxury in Brazil, the other on the streets of Italy…Two women will bring these brothers together—but is it enough to restore their brotherly bond?Praise for Abby GreenFonseca’s Fury 4.5* RT Book ReviewGreen’s emotional tale is a tearjerker. Her former wild-child heroine and charismatic, disdainful hero skate the fine line between love and hate perfectly. The trek through the Brazilian Amazon rainforest and the treatment of the social/ecological issues impresses.Delucca’s Marriage Contract 4.5* RT Book ReviewGreen’s romance is a nonstop roller coaster of emotions between its flame-haired Irish heroine and her prideful Italian hero. The Italian countryside is the perfect setting for their tumultuous relationship. The heroine’s inventive ploys to avoid marriage are outlandishly ingenious.Rival’s Challenge 4.5* TOP PICK RT Book ReviewGreen’s lust-at-first-sight to love story is sensational. Her charming, broken hero and determined heroine rule every page with their palpable sexual tension, lively repartee and viscerally carnal love scenes.
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âNothing could induce me to do this.â
âNothing?â Max asked silkily as he moved a little closer, his vision suddenly filled with the tantalising way Darcy filled out her dress.
She put out a hand. âStop right there.â
Max stopped, but his blood was still leaping. Heâd yet to meet a woman he couldnât seduce. And was he prepared to seduce Darcy into agreement? His mind screamed caution, but his body screamed yes!
He erred on the side of caution.
Darcyâs hand was still out. âDonât even think about it, Max. That kiss ⦠whatever happened between us ⦠was a mistake and wonât be happening again.â
He kept his mouth closed even as he wanted to negate what sheâd said. He needed her acquiescence now.
âEveryone has a price, Darcy. You can name yours. We only need to be married for as long as it takes the deal to be doneâthen weâll divorce and you can get on with your life. No harm done. Itâs just an extension of your job, and Iâll make sure that you get a job wherever you want in the world after this.â
One raised in luxury in Brazil, the other on the streets of Italy â¦
Luca Fonseca lives with the shame of his fatherâs unethical dealings and his own mistake of falling for a beautiful face. Now this cold-hearted Brazilian is determined to restore his familyâs reputationâwith or without his twin brotherâs help.
Embittered Max Fonseca Roselli has shunned his heritage and his brother, and despite raising himself on the streets of Rome has carved out his own successful life. He, too, wants respectabilityâbut he has a very different plan â¦
Two women will bring these brothers togetherâbut is it enough to restore their brotherly bond?
Find out in:Fonsecaâs Fury January 2015
The Bride Fonseca Needs June 2015
Irish author ABBY GREEN threw in a very glamorous career in film & TVâwhich really consisted of a lot of standing in the rain outside actorsâ trailersâto pursue her love of romance. After sheâd bombarded Mills & Boon>® with manuscripts they kindly accepted one, and an author was born. She lives in Dublin, Ireland, and loves any excuse for distraction. Visit abby-green.com or e-mail [email protected]
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
EPILOGUE
âWELL, WELL, WELL. This is interesting. Little Darcy Lennox, in my office, looking for work.â
Darcy curbed the flash of irritation at the not entirely inaccurate reference to her being little and fought against the onslaught on her senses from being mere feet away from Maximiliano Fonseca Roselli, separated from him only by an impressive desk. But it was hard. Because he was quite simply as devastatingly gorgeous as heâd always been. More so now, because he was a man. Not the seventeen-year-old boy she remembered. Sex appeal flowed from him like an invisible but heady scent. It made Darcy absurdly aware that underneath all the layers of civility they were just animals.
He was half-Brazilian, half-Italian. Dark blond hair was still unruly and messyâlong enough to proclaim that he didnât really give a damn about anything, much less conforming. Although clearly along the way heâd given enough of a damn to become one of Europeâs youngest âbillionaire entrepreneurs to watchâ, according to a leading financial magazine.
Darcy could imagine how any number of women would be only too happy to watch his every sexy move. She did notice one new addition to his almost perfect features, though, and blurted out before she could stop herself, âYou have a scar.â
It snaked from his left temple to his jaw in a jagged line and had the effect of making him even more mysterious and brooding.
The man under her close scrutiny arched one dark blond brow and drawled, âYour powers of observation are clearly in working order.â
Darcy flushed at being so caught out. Since when had she been gauche enough to refer to someoneâs physical appearance? He had stood to greet her when sheâd walked into his palatial office, situated in the centre of Rome, and she was still standing too, beginning to feel hot in her trouser suit, hot under the tawny green gaze that had captivated her the first time sheâd ever seen him.
He folded his arms across his chest and her eye was drawn helplessly to where impressive muscles bunched against the fine material of his open-necked white shirt, sleeves rolled up. And even though he wore smart dark trousers he looked anything but civilised. That gaze was too knowing, too cynical, for politesse.
âSo, whatâs a fellow alumna from Boissy le Château doing looking for work as a PA?â Before she could answer he was adding, with the faintest of sneers to his tone, âI would have thought youâd be married into European aristrocracy by now, and producing a gaggle of heirs like every other girl in that anachronistic medieval institution.â
