Sicilian's Baby Of Shame
Seduced…When hotel chambermaid Sophie delivers room service to Sicily’s most dark-hearted tycoon, Bastiano Conti, his raw sexuality tempts her to take the ultimate risk – surrendering her untouched body to his!Shamed…Bastiano’s ruthlessness is renowned, but even his conscience flickers when Sophie is fired for their indiscretion – the memories of which are branded onto his very soul – and disappears.Pregnant!Bastiano finds Sophie working in a bar – disgraced, destitute and pregnant! Rejected by his own family, Bastiano is determined to claim his child…by seducing defiant Sophie into wearing his ring!
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Seduced...
When hotel chambermaid Sophie delivers room service to Sicilyâs most dark-hearted tycoon, Bastiano Conti, his raw sexuality tempts her to take the ultimate riskâsurrendering her untouched body to his!
Shamed...
Bastianoâs ruthlessness is renowned, but even his conscience flickers when Sophie is fired for their indiscretionâthe memories of which are branded onto his very soulâand disappears.
Pregnant!
Bastiano finds Sophie working in a barâdisgraced, destitute and pregnant! Rejected by his own family, Bastiano is determined to claim his child...by seducing defiant Sophie into wearing his ring!
There was a gap between their chests, but so in tune was Sophie with Bastianoâs every move that she felt as if their bodies touched.
It was time to stay or go. Sophie knew that. Even at this stage she could smooth it over and make her farewells.
Or she could meet those lips and discover bliss.
âCome here,â Bastiano moaned, and his hand came up and pulled her head down to his.
Always she had avoided such contact, and yet now she craved it.
His mouth was soft, and the dark shadow of his skin did not make her skin crawl with its tickle; instead it was rough and delicious and matched the building desire in her.
Now, instead of resisting, she opened her lips, wanting and willing.
His tongue felt like a reward as it coiled around hers. They tasted each other, and they inflamed each otherâand not just with their mouths. He was stroking her breast through the fabric of her dress and Sophie ached for bed.
His bed.
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CAROL MARINELLI recently filled in a form asking for her job title. Thrilled to be able to put down her answer, she put âwriterâ. Then it asked what Carol did for relaxation and she put down the truthââwritingâ. The third question asked for her hobbies. Well, not wanting to look obsessed, she crossed her fingers and answered âswimmingââbut, given that the chlorine in the pool does terrible things to her highlights, Iâm sure you can guess the real answer!
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One Night With Consequences
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The Billionaireâs Legacy
Di Sioneâs Innocent Conquest
Irresistible Russian Tycoons
The Price of His Redemption
The Cost of the Forbidden Billionaire Without a Past Return of the Untamed Billionaire
Mills & Boon Medical Romance
Their Secret Royal Baby
Paddington Childrenâs Hospital
Their One Night Baby
The London Primary Hospital
Playboy on Her Christmas List
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For my wonderful editor Flo Nicoll.
Thank you for being you. Carol xxx
Contents
BASTIANO CONTI HAD been born hungry.
And born a problem.
His mother had died giving birth to him and had never disclosed who his father was. All she had owned had been left to himâa ring.
It was Italian gold with a small emerald in its centre and some seed pearls dotted around it.
Bastianoâs uncle, who had four children of his own, had first suggested that the nuns raise the orphaned baby whoâd lain crying in the small maternity ward in the Valley of Casta. There was a convent that overlooked the Sicilian Strait and orphans had usually been sent there.
But the convent was on its last legs.
The nurses were busy but occasionally one would take pity and hold Bastiano a little longer than it took to feed him.
Occasionally.
âFamilia,â the priest had said to his uncle. âEveryone knows that the Contis look after their own.â
The Contis ruled the valley to the west and the Di Savos held the east.
Loyalty to their own was paramount, the priest told him.
And so, after a stern talk from the priest, Bastianoâs zio and his reluctant wife had taken the little bastard to their house but it had never, for Bastiano, been a home.
Always Bastiano had been considered an outsider. If something had gone wrong, then heâd been the first to be blamed and the last to be forgiven.
If there had been four brioches for lunch, they had not been split to make five.
