Larenzo's Christmas Baby
‘This night, Emma. That’s all it can ever be.’But Larenzo Cavelli lied. One blissful night in his bed changed Emma Leighton’s life for ever. By dawn she knew two things: Larenzo would spend the rest of his life behind bars, and he would never see the baby their union had made. Two years later Larenzo’s name is cleared – and he will get his life back…starting with Emma. It was deception that imprisoned this self-made Sicilian, so what will he do when he discovers Emma has a secret he might never be able to forgive…?One Night With ConsequencesWhen one night…leads to pregnancy!Discover more at www.millsandboon.co.uk/katehewitt
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âWhat are you hiding from me, Emma?â
âNothing â¦â But it sounded feeble.
Larenzo took another step towards her. âTell me the truth. Youâre hiding something. I donât know what it could be, butââ
âWhat do you think Iâm hiding from you?â She cut him off scornfully. She nodded towards the stairs. âA baby?â
The words hung there, seeming to echo through the sudden silence of the room. Larenzo stared at her, saw how bloodless her lips were as they parted soundlessly. The thought hadnât fully formed in his mind until sheâd said the words. Heâd sensed she was hiding something, had felt her panic and fear, had heard a baby cry ⦠And yet it hadnât all come together for him.
But it did now, crystallising with shocking clarity, and without a word for her he turned from the room and bounded up the stairs.
âLarenzoââ She hurried after him, one arm flung towards him in desperate supplication. âLarenzo, please, donâtââ
He could hear the child crying, the voice pitiful and plaintive.
âMama. Mama.â
He threw open the door and came to a complete and stunned halt as he saw the baby standing in her cot, chubby fists gripping the rail, cherubic face screwed up and wet with tears.
And Larenzo knew. He would have known just by looking at the child, with her ink-dark hair and large grey eyes, the cleft in her chin. He turned to Emma, who was gazing at him with undisguised panic.
âWhen,â he asked in a low, deadly voice, âwere you going to tell me about my child?â
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:
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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
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
After spending three years as a die-hard New Yorker, KATE HEWITT now lives in a small village in the English Lake District with her husband, their five children and a golden retriever. In addition to writing intensely emotional stories she loves reading, baking, and playing chess with her sonâshe has yet to win against him, but she continues to try.
Learn more about Kate at www.kate-hewitt.com.
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THE SOUND OF the car door slamming echoed through the still night. Emma Leighton looked up from the book sheâd been reading in surprise; as housekeeper of Larenzo Cavelliâs isolated retreat in the mountains of Sicily, she hadnât been expecting anyone. Larenzo was in Rome on business, and no one came to the villa perched high above Sicilyâs dusty hill towns and villages. Her employer liked his privacy.
She heard brisk footsteps on the stone path that led to the villaâs front door, an enormous thing of solid oak banded with iron. She tensed, waiting for a knock; the villa had an elaborate security system with a numbered code that was only known by her and Larenzo, and the door was locked, as Larenzo always insisted.
She held her breath as she heard the creak of the door opening and then the beep of buttons being pressed, followed by a longer beeping indicating the security system had been deactivated. As her heart did a queasy little flip, Emma tossed her book aside and rose from her chair. Larenzo never came back early or unexpectedly. He always texted her, to make sure she had everything ready for his arrival: his bed made with freshly ironed sheets, the fridge stocked, the pool heated. But if it wasnât him...who was it?
She heard footsteps coming closer, a heavy, deliberate tread, and then a figure, tall and rangy, appeared in the doorway.
âLarenzoââ Emma pressed one hand to her chest as she let out a shaky laugh of relief. âYou scared me. I wasnât expecting you.â
âI wasnât expecting to come here.â He stepped into the spacious sitting room of the villa, and as the lamplight washed over his face Emma sucked in a shocked breath. Larenzoâs skin looked grey, and there were deep shadows under his eyes. His hair was rumpled, as if heâd driven his hand through the ink-dark strands.
