Thierry put his glass down and leaned close. Too close. But she couldnât seem to pull back. âThereâs something I want you to do.â
âThere is?â Imogen couldnât imagine what. Unless, of course, it was a DNA test to prove paternity. Sheâd heard there were risks involved with those during pregnancy, but if it meant giving her child a secure future â¦
âYes.â He paused so long that tension tightened the bare skin of her shoulders. âI want you to marry me.â
âWhat did you say?â Her voice was a croak from constricted muscles.
âI want us to marry. This week.â
He looked so relaxedâas if heâd merely commented on the quality of the meal theyâd shared, or on the beautiful old buildings floodlit along the banks of the Seine.
Her pulse fluttered like a mad thing. âYou canât be serious.â
âNever more so.â
That was when she saw it: the glint of determination in those espresso-dark eyes.
When one night ⦠leads to pregnancy!
When succumbing to a night of unbridled desire itâs impossible to think past the morning after!
But, with the sheets barely settled, that little blue line appears on the pregnancy test and it doesnât take long to realise that one night of white-hot passion has turned into a lifetime of consequences!
Only one question remains:
How do you tell a man youâve just met that youâre about to share more than just his bed?
Find out in:
Nine Months to Redeem Him by Jennie Lucas January 2015
Prince Nadirâs Secret Heir by Michelle Conder March 2015
Carrying the Greekâs Heir by Sharon Kendrick April 2015
Married for Amariâs Heir by Maisey Yates July 2015
Bound by the Billionaireâs Baby by Cathy Williams July 2015
From One Night to Wife by Rachael Thomas September 2015
Her Nine Month Confession by Kim Lawrence September 2015
An Heir Fit for a King by Abby Green October 2015
Larenzoâs Christmas Baby by Kate Hewitt November 2015
An Illicit Night with the Greek by Susanna Carr February 2016
Look for more One Night With Consequences coming soon!
If you missed any of these fabulous stories, they can be found at millsandboon.co.uk
Growing up near the beach, ANNIE WEST spent lots of time observing tall, burnished lifeguardsâearly research! Now she spends her days fantasising about gorgeous men and their love lives. Annie has been a reader all her life. She also loves travel, long walks, good company and great food. You can contact her at [email protected] or via PO Box 1041, Warners Bay, NSW 2282, Australia.
Dedicated to those who work with the sick and frail:
medical staff, technicians, administrative staff, care workers, paramedics and volunteers.
Your skills and above all your kindness make such a difference!
Thanks, too, to the lovely Fabiola Chenet for your advice. Any errors are all mine!
PROLOGUE
âIMOGEN! WHAT A lovely surprise.â The receptionist looked up from her desk. âI didnât expect to see you again.â She paused, her smile fading. âI was so sorry to hear about your mother.â
Her voice held a note of sympathy that stirred grief, even after four months. It was like pressure applied to a bruise that hadnât faded. The pain was more intense today because coming here, doing this, was so difficult. Imogen laced her fingers together to stop them trembling.
âThanks, Krissy.â The staff here at the specialistâs consulting rooms had been terrific with her mum and her.
Imogen swept her gaze around the familiar space. The soothing sea-green furnishings, the vase of bright gerberas on the counter and the waiting room of people apparently engrossed in their magazines. She recognised their alert stillnessâa desperate attempt to pretend everything would be all right. That theyâd receive good news from the doctor, despite the fact he had a reputation for dealing with the most difficult cases.
Her stomach swooped in a nauseating loop-the-loop. A chill skated up her spine to clamp her neck.
Swiftly, she turned back to the desk.
âWhat brings you here?â Krissy leaned in. âYou just canât stay away, is that it? You love our company so much?â
Imogen opened her mouth but her throat constricted. No words came out.
âKrissy! Thatâs enough.â It was Ruby, the older receptionist, bustling in from a back room. She wore an expression of careful serenity. Only the sympathetic look in those piercing eyes gave anything away. âMs Holgate is here for an appointment.â
There was a hiss of indrawn breath and a clatter as Krissy dropped the stapler sheâd been holding.
âPlease take a seat, Ms Holgate. The doctor is running a little late. There was a delay in surgery this morning, but heâll see you shortly.â
âThanks,â Imogen croaked and turned away with a vague smile in Krissyâs direction. She couldnât meet the other womanâs eyes. Theyâd be round with shock. Perhaps even with the horror sheâd seen in her own mirror.