A Ring To Take His Revenge
He’ll do anything to settle the score……even faking an engagement!To secure his revenge against his cruel father, billionaire Antonio Arcuri needs a fake fiancée—fast! He demands his shy PA Emma Guilham wear his diamond. In return, he’ll help fulfil her own dreams—starting with a jet-set trip to Buenos Aires! It’s a simple charade, until the burning tension between them erupts into irresistible desire. Now Antonio must decide between vengeance and Emma…
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Heâll do anything to settle the score...
...even fake an engagement!
To secure his revenge against his cruel father, billionaire Antonio Arcuri needs a fake fiancéeâfast! He demands his shy PA, Emma Guilham, wear his diamond. In return, heâll help fulfill her dreamsâstarting with a jet-set trip to Buenos Aires! Itâs a simple charade, until the burning tension between them erupts into irresistible desire. Now Antonio must decide between vengeance and Emma...
A powerfully intense revenge romance
PIPPA ROSCOE lives in Norfolk near her family and makes daily promises to herself that this is the day sheâll leave the computer to take a long walk in the countryside. She canât remember a time when she wasnât dreaming about handsome heroes and innocent heroines. Totally her motherâs fault, of courseâshe gave Pippa her first romance to read at the age of seven! She is inconceivably happy that she gets to share those daydreams with you. Follow her on Twitter @PippaRoscoe.
ISBN: 978-1-474-07253-3
A RING TO TAKE HIS REVENGE
© 2018 Pippa Roscoe
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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For my editor Sareeta.
Thank you for whipping this into shape and helping me to see the way to a better book. May it be the first of many!
Contents
London...
ANTONIO ARCURI GESTURED for the petite brunette to slide into the limousine ahead of him. He might be accustomed to ushering women heâd only just met into his chauffeur-driven town car, but not when it was business. Never when it was business.
Yet there had been no other option. His morning meeting had run unacceptably late, and now he could neither cancel this last interview for a new PA nor be late for his meeting with the other two members of the Winnersâ Circleâthe racing syndicate he co-owned.
Antonio had been waiting almost a year to see his closest friends Dimitri and Danyl, his brothers in more ways than blood could ever account for. So he had been forced to multi-task. And Antonio hated nothing more than having his hand forced.
So far, the brunetteâMs Guilhamâhad yet even to raise an eyebrow at the somewhat unusual relocation of their meeting, which boded well. The way that she struggled with the wayward hemline of her skirt as it rose up over toned, creamy thighs the moment she sat back on the plush leather seat did not. The hemline that when she was standing bordered on the overly conservative was now a sincerely unwanted distraction.
Settling into the seat beside her, Antonio studied Emma Guilham from the corner of his eye. She was petite. Beautiful, he conceded, then filed and discarded the fact. Whether a future PA of his was attractive or not was irrelevant. At least she had finally stopped fidgeting with her skirt.
The limousine pulled away from the dark underground parking area of his London office, emerged into pale wintry sunlight...and into busy central London traffic. He cursed silently and resisted the urge to glance at his watch. He knew what time it was and he was cutting it fine.
