Her Wedding Night Surrender
Pietro has strict rules for his marriage…And he’s breaking every one of them!Pietro Morelli is breaking his own rule—by seducing his virgin bride! Heiress Emmeline is meant to be a wife of convenience, but the intense chemistry between them is more powerful than either can deny. And while Pietro hides a devastating secret, can they ever have more than a marriage in name only…?
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Pietro has strict rules for his marriage...
And he’s breaking every one of them!
Pietro Morelli is breaking his own rule—seducing his virgin bride! Heiress Emmeline is meant to be a wife of convenience, but the intense chemistry between them is more powerful than either can deny. But while Pietro hides a devastating secret, can they ever have more than a marriage in name only?
CLARE CONNELLY was raised in small-town Australia among a family of avid readers. She spent much of her childhood up a tree, Mills & Boon book in hand. Clare is married to her own real-life hero and they live in a bungalow near the sea with their two children. She is frequently found staring into space—a surefire sign that she is in the world of her characters. She has a penchant for French food and ice-cold champagne, and Mills & Boon novels continue to be her favourite ever books. Writing for Modern Romance is a long-held dream. Clare can be contacted via clareconnelly.com or at her Facebook page.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07196-3
HER WEDDING NIGHT SURRENDER
© 2018 Clare Connelly
Published in Great Britain 2018
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For Kylie Adams,
who has supported and encouraged me from the start.
Contents
‘SO, LET ME get this straight.’ Pietro stared across his desk at the man he’d idolised for the better part of two decades. ‘You’re actually asking that I marry your daughter—a woman thirteen years my junior, a woman I barely know. And why, exactly, do you suppose I’ll say yes?’
Across from him Col shifted in his chair, his own gaze direct. ‘Emmeline is a beautiful and intelligent woman. Why are you so offended by my suggestion?’
Pietro’s scepticism on that score wasn’t something he wished to communicate to his friend. Nor the belief he held that Emmeline was either painfully shy or vapid.
‘I have no intention of marrying anyone,’ Pietro said, neatly sidestepping the question. ‘Ever.’
‘Even better. Marrying Emmeline isn’t going to skittle any lingering love affair for you.’
Pietro’s lips were a gash, scored across his face. He spoke emphatically and with the kind of iron-like command that had his corporate opponents running scared. ‘There will be no marriage.’
Col smiled at the swift rebuke. Apparently the commanding tone that Pietro’s business adversaries feared was inconsequential to Col.
‘I love you, Pietro. Like a son. You and Emmeline are the most important people in my life. I need you to marry her.’
‘Why? Where has this come from?’ Pietro leaned forward, analysing every flicker of the older man’s face.
‘I’ve been thinking about it for a few weeks.’
‘Why?’ Pietro pushed, certain now that he wasn’t seeing the full picture.
Col exhaled slowly and his eyes dropped away from Pietro’s. ‘Emmeline wants to go to university. She’s found a place in Rome. I’ve told her she may come here to study, with my blessing. But only so long as she marries you.’
