A Marriage Fit For A Sinner
‘Now, il mio angelo, I make you mine.’Billionaire Zaccheo Giordano walks out of prison with one thing on his mind – revenge on the treacherous Pennington family who put him there. And he’ll start with his ex-fiancée Eva Pennington. When Zaccheo demands she wear his ring again, to save her family from his wrath, Eva has to agree. At least a marriage in name only means she won’t have to reveal the painful truth that she’s infertile. Until Zaccheo makes it clear that their marriage will be real in every sense…including giving him an heir… Seven Sexy Sins The true taste of temptation!Discover more at www.millsandboon.co.uk/mayablake
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One eyebrow spiked. âYou seem so confident Iâm going to hand myself to you on a silver platter. Isnât that a tad foolish?â
There was that tone againâthe one that said she didnât believe him. That she thought this was some sort of twisted game on his part.
âI guess weâll find out one way or the other when the sordid details are laid out for you on Monday. All you need to concern yourself about today is picking out an engagement ring that makes the right statement.â
Evaâs striking green eyes clashed with his and that lightning bolt struck again. âAnd what statement would that be?â she challenged.
Zaccheo let loose the chilling half-smile that he knew made his enemies quake. âWhy, that you belong to me, of course.â
The true taste of temptation!
From greed to gluttony, lust to envy, these fabulous stories explore what seven sexy sins mean in the twenty-first century!
Whether pride goes before a fall, or wrath leads to a passion that consumes entirely, one thing is certain: the road to true love has never been more enticing!
So you decide:
How can it be a sin when it feels so good?
SlothâCathy Williams LustâDani Collins PrideâKim Lawrence GluttonyâMaggie Cox GreedâSara Craven WrathâMaya Blake EnvyâAnnie West
Seven titles by some of Mills & Boon Modern Romanceâs most treasured and exciting authors!
MAYA BLAKEâs hopes of becoming a writer were born when she picked up her first romance aged thirteen. Little did she know her dream would come true! Does she still pinch herself every now and then, to make sure itâs not a dream? Yes, she does!
Feel free to pinch her too, via Twitter, Facebook or Goodreads! Happy reading!
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âONE PLATINUM CHRONOGRAPH WATCH. A pair of diamond-studded cufflinks. Gold signet ring. Six hundred and twenty-five pounds cash, and...Obsidian Privilege Card. Right, I think thatâs everything, sir. Sign here to confirm return of your property.â
Zaccheo Giordano didnât react to the wardenâs sneer as he scrawled on the barely legible form. Nor did he react to the resentful envy in the manâs eyes when his gaze drifted to where the sleek silver limousine waited beyond three sets of barbed wire.
Romeo Brunetti, Zaccheoâs second-in-command and the only person he would consider draping the term friend upon, stood beside the car, brooding and unsmiling, totally unruffled by the armed guard at the gate or the bleak South East England surroundings.
Had Zaccheo been in an accommodating mood, heâd have cracked a smile.
But he wasnât in an accommodating mood. He hadnât been for a very long time. Fourteen months, two weeks, four days and nine hours to be exact. Zaccheo was positive he could count down to the last second if required.
No one would require it of him, of course. Heâd served his time. With three and a half months knocked off his eighteen-month sentence for good behaviour.
The rage fused into his DNA bubbled beneath his skin. He showed no outward sign of it as he pocketed his belongings. The three-piece Savile Row suit heâd entered prison in stank of decay and misery, but Zaccheo didnât care.
Heâd never been a slave to material comforts. His need for validation went far deeper. The need to elevate himself into a better place had been a soul-deep pursuit from the moment he was old enough to recognise the reality of the life heâd been born into. A life that had been a never-ending whirlpool of humiliation, violence and greed. A life that had seen his father debased and dead at thirty-five.
Memories tumbled like dominoes as he walked down the harshly lit corridor to freedom. He willed the overwhelming sense of injustice that had festered for long, harrowing months not to explode from his pores.
The doors clanged shut behind him.
Zaccheo froze, then took his first lungful of free air with fists clenched and eyes shut. He absorbed the sound of birds chirping in the late-winter morning sun, listened to the distant rumble of the motorway as heâd done many nights from his prison cell.
Opening his eyes, he headed towards the fifteen-foot gate. A minute later, he was outside.
âZaccheo, itâs good to see you again,â Romeo said gravely, his eyes narrowing as he took him in.
Zaccheo knew he looked a sight. He hadnât bothered with a razor blade or a barberâs clippers in the last three months and heâd barely eaten once heâd unearthed the truth behind his incarceration. But heâd spent a lot of time in the prison gym. Itâd been that or go mad with the clawing hunger for retribution.
He shrugged off his friendâs concern and moved to the open door.
âDid you bring what I asked for?â he asked.
