The Bride’s Baby Of Shame
He knows the bride’s secret…… she’s carrying his baby!Dutiful heiress Sophie has never challenged her gilded existence, even agreeing to a convenient marriage at her father’s command. Until she meets ruthless Sicilian Renzo—one carnal night awakens unimaginable desires, and leaves her pregnant! When Renzo uncovers her secret, he’ll stop at nothing to legitimise his child—including storming Sophie’s wedding and stealing her as his own bride!
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He knows the brideâs secret...
...sheâs carrying his baby!
Dutiful heiress Sophie has never challenged her gilded existence, even agreeing to a convenient marriage at her fatherâs command. Until she meets ruthless Sicilian Renzoâone carnal night awakens unimaginable desires, and leaves her pregnant! When Renzo uncovers her secret, heâll stop at nothing to legitimize his childâincluding storming Sophieâs wedding and stealing her as his own bride!
USA TODAY bestselling and RITA® Awardânominated author CAITLIN CREWS loves writing romance. She even teaches her favourite romance novels in creative writing classes at places like UCLA Extensionâs prestigious Writersâ Programme, where she finally gets to utilise the MA and PhD in English Literature she received from the University of York in England. She currently lives in the Pacific Northwest, with her very own hero and too many pets. Visit her at caitlincrews.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07226-7
THE BRIDEâS BABY OF SHAME
© 2018 Caitlin Crews
Published in Great Britain 2018
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This book is dedicated to the memory of the best Christmas afternoon tea ever, with our editors Megan Haslam and Flo Nicoll in London, when Jane and I came up with the idea for this duet. And then had so much fun writing it!
Contents
RENZO CRISANTI LOATHED ENGLAND.
He was no fan of great, sprawling London, choking on commuters and tourists and lumbering red buses wherever he turned. He disliked the countryside, oppressively green and ever damp. He preferred his native Sicily, its mountains and sweeping Mediterranean views. England was too dour and grim for a man who had gone from the colorful streets of his hometown to a career racing impossibly fast cars all over the planet.
He might have retired from racing, but that didnât change the fact that he was a Sicilian. In his opinion, that made him the best of Italy plus that little bit extraâand it meant he was fundamentally unsuited to what the English called their summer.
Even on an evening like tonight in late June, the English sky was wringing itself out, much colder and rainier than it ought to have been in Renzoâs estimation.
He preferred his own small village in the mountains outside Taormina at this time of year. A warmer sea in the distance and a happier sun to go along with the sweep of all that history, with Mount Etna rising in all her glory above it all.
Instead, he found himself just outside Winchester, England, winding in and around rolling hills so far out into the countryside that there was hardly any light. There had been a towering cathedral rising up over the medieval city, but still, Renzo preferred the battered, ageless wilderness of the Sicilian countryside to all this manicured charm. Heâd felt hemmed in as heâd driven through the Winchester city center before heading out to the surrounding fields.
