An Heir Made In The Marriage Bed
One night back in her husband’s bed…The inability to have a child left Joanna and Matt Novak’s passionate marriage in tatters. But when Joanna asks her tycoon husband for a divorce, Matt makes it clear he expects them to remain married…in the most intimate of ways!As tempers flare, the raging desire between them explodes – just once more, Matt and Joanna give into the thrill of each other’s touch.In the shattering aftermath of their explosive encounter, they agree to part ways…until Joanna discovers one tiny consequence to their night together – she's carrying Matt’s baby!
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One night back in her husband’s bed...
The inability to have a child left Joanna and Matt Novak’s passionate marriage in tatters. But when Joanna asks her tycoon husband for a divorce, Matt makes it clear he expects them to remain married...in the most intimate of ways!
As tempers flare, the raging desire between them explodes—just once more, Matt and Joanna give in to the thrill of each other’s touch.
In the shattering aftermath of their explosive encounter, they agree to part ways...until Joanna discovers one tiny consequence of their night together—she’s carrying Matt’s baby!
Matt moved forward. ‘Well, let me see,’ he said, and there wasn’t an atom of warmth in his voice. ‘I thought you might have something you wanted to tell me.’ His eyes swept insolently down her body, lingering with undisguised contempt on the bump that swelled her dress. ‘Ah, I see you do—’
Somehow Joanna found the words to defend herself. Which wasn’t easy when Matt was gazing at her with contempt in his eyes. His jaw had hardened, and in spite of everything she couldn’t look away from him. He looked so good, she thought resentfully. His skin was deeply tanned—evidence of his change of occupation—and he’d had his hair cut shorter, exposing the strong column of his neck.
Joanna held up a hand. ‘All right, all right,’ she broke in unsteadily. ‘It’s your baby. I’m not denying it.’
‘So what now?’ Matt asked tersely. ‘After all, it’s not every day your ex-wife finds she’s pregnant with your child after the divorce.’
ANNE MATHER and her husband live in the north of England in a village bordering the county of Yorkshire. It’s a beautiful area, and she can’t imagine living anywhere else. She’s been making up stories since she was in primary school and would say that writing is a huge part of her life. When people ask if writing is a lonely occupation, she usually says that she’s so busy sorting out her characters’ lives, she doesn’t have time to feel lonely. Anne’s written over 160 novels, and her books have appeared on both the New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller lists. She loves reading and walking and browsing in bookshops. And now that her son and daughter are grown she takes great delight in her grandchildren. You can email her at [email protected].
Books by Anne Mather
Mills & Boon Modern Romance
A Dangerous Taste of Passion
Morelli’s Mistress A Forbidden Temptation Innocent Virgin, Wild Surrender His Forbidden Passion The Brazilian Millionaire’s Love-Child Mendez’s Mistress Bedded for the Italian’s Pleasure The Greek Tycoon’s Pregnant Wife The Pregnancy Affair Stay Through the Night Jack Riordan’s Baby The Virgin’s Seduction
Visit the Author Profile page at millsandboon.co.uk for more titles.
To my wonderful family, Fred, Kate, Nick,
Lyn, Abi and Ben, and not forgetting Dolly.
What would I do without you?
Contents
THE LATE AFTERNOON sun was still too hot.
Matt Novak shifted impatiently on the cushioned recliner his mother had had one of the maids place in the shaded area of the patio. The khaki shorts he was wearing with a black tee shirt were damp with perspiration. But he intended to go to the gym later. He was sick and tired of doing nothing at all.
Ahead of him, sunlight was dazzling on the waters of the canal that lapped against the sea wall. Even the dark sunglasses he was wearing couldn’t entirely protect his eyes from the glare of the bay beyond.
There was a banyan tree beside the patio, its gnarled branches almost invisible beneath trailing blossoms of flowering vines. His father’s sailing dinghy was tied to the dock, rocking gently at its mooring. He could smell the dampness of the vegetation growing out of the waterway and the unmistakeable scent of the sea.
It was all very beautiful and very peaceful, but Matt had had enough of being treated like an invalid. To begin with, it had been quite pleasant to be waited on hand and foot, but now his mother was beginning to get on his nerves. She made no attempt to hide her disapproval when he went and bench-pressed his own weight in the gym. She really didn’t want to accept that he was feeling fine.
As witness her reluctance to let him use a computer.
His own laptop and phone had been stolen while he was in the hospital in Caracas, and to begin with he couldn’t have cared less. The tropical fever that had struck him down during his trip to Venezuela had been very unpleasant, and he’d needed all his strength to defeat it. But his mother wouldn’t accept that he was over that now, and she was doing everything in her power to keep him here in Coral Gables.
