New Year Kisses: His Cinderella Mistress
Three very eligible bachelorsHis Cinderella MistressMillionaire lawyer Max Golding wants to play Prince Charming to January Calendar’s Cinderella, but she suspects he wants her family’s land! January knows he might be trying melt her resistance in the warmth of his bed – so why can’t she say no to his kiss?Undeniable DemandsWhen Wade Mitchell needs something from Victoria Sullivan, he has to reconsider his usual tactics. Since he and Tori have enough heat to melt ice, it should be a done deal. But melting Tori’s resolve is a harder task. When negotiation fails, seduction may be his only option…The Reunion LieInventing a fake fiancé was an act of desperation for Zoe Montgomery – a knee-jerk response to her horrifying high school reunion! But convincing London’s most unattainable bachelor to play the part only makes things worse. Because everyone wants a piece of tycoon Dan Forrester…including Zoe!
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New Year Kisses
His Cinderella Mistress
Carole Mortimer
Undeniable Demands
Andrea Laurence
The Reunion Lie
Lucy King
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They’ve got a date—at the altar!
International bestselling author Carole Mortimer has written more than 115 books, and now Mills & Boon>® is proud to unveil her sensational new CALENDAR BRIDES trilogy.
Meet the Calendar sisters:
January—is she too proud to become a wife?
March—can any man tame this free spirit?
May—will she meet her match?
These women are beautiful, proud and spirited—and now they have three rich, powerful and incredibly sexy tycoons ready to claim them as their brides!
CAROLE MORTIMER was born and lives in the UK. She is married to Peter and they have six sons. She has been writing for Mills & Boon since 1978, and is the author of almost two hundred books. She writes for both the Mills & Boon Historical and Modern lines. Carole is a USA Today bestselling author, and in 2012 was recognised by Queen Elizabeth II for her ‘outstanding contribution to literature’.
Visit Carole at www.carolemortimer.co.uk or on Facebook.
‘WOULD you allow me to buy you a drink?’
Sitting at the bar, sipping a glass of sparkling water, taking a well-earned rest after an hour of singing, January turned to politely refuse the offer. Only to have that refusal stick in her throat as she saw who it was doing the offering.
It was him!
The man who had been seated at the back of this hotel bar for the last hour as she sat at the piano and sang. The man who had stared at her for all of that time with an intensity that had made it impossible for her not to have noticed him in return.
She should refuse his offer, had learnt to keep a certain polite distance between herself and the guests who stayed at this prestigious hotel, transient people for the most part, here for a few days, never to be seen again.
Remember what happened on the farm last year, her sister May would have told her. January did remember—only too well!
Remember what you told me—afterwards, her sister March would have said; taking people at face value only brings trouble!
‘That would be lovely, thank you,’ January accepted huskily.
The man gave an inclination of his dark head, ordering a bottle of champagne from John, the barman, before standing back to allow her to precede him to his table in the corner of the luxuriously comfortable room, made even more so at the moment because, although Christmas had come and gone, the decorations wouldn’t be taken down for several more days yet.
January was aware of several curious glances coming their way as they walked by the crowded tables, could see their reflection in one of the mirrors along the walls. She, tall and willowy in the long black spangly dress she wore to perform in, her dark hair cascading down over her shoulders, eyes a mysterious dark smoky grey, fringed by sooty black lashes. The man walking so confidently behind her, the epitome of tall, dark and handsome in the black dinner suit and snowy white shirt he wore, his eyes a deep, unfathomable cobalt-blue.
It was those eyes, so intense and compelling, that had drawn her attention to him an hour ago, shortly after she began her first session of the evening. Those same eyes that even now, she could see in the mirror, were watching the gentle sway of her hips as she walked.
He stood to one side as January sank gracefully into one of the four armchairs placed around the low table, waiting until she was seated before lowering his considerable height into the chair opposite hers, that intense gaze having remained on her for the whole of that time.
‘Champagne?’ January prompted throatily a few minutes later—when it became apparent he wasn’t going to make any effort to begin a conversation, seeming quite happy to just stare at her.
He gave a slight inclination of his head. ‘It is New Year’s Eve, after all,’ he came back softly.
End of conversation, January realized a few seconds later when he added nothing further to that brief comment, beginning to wish she had listened to those little voices of her sisters’ earlier inside her head.
‘So it is,’ she answered dismissively, smiling up at John as he arrived with two glasses and the ice-bucket containing the bottle of champagne, deftly opening it before her anonymous companion nodded his thanks—and his obvious dismissal.
John turned to leave, but not before he had given January a speculative raise of his eyebrows.
Well aware that she always kept herself slightly aloof from the guests staying at the hotel, John was obviously curious as to why this man should be so different. Join the club!
