The Gold Collection: Bedded By A Billionaire: Santiago's Command / The Thorn in His Side / Stranded, Seduced...Pregnant
Santiago’s CommandSantiago Silva is prepared to do whatever it takes to protect the Silva fortune from infamous femme fatale Lucy Fitzgerald. The safest place for a woman with so devastating a beauty is clear – with him! After all, without a heart to break, he’s the only man who can take her on without losing himself…Breaking All His RulesLibby Marchant’s first meeting with her boss goes off with a bang – into Rafael Alejandro’s top-of-the-range sports car! Unpredictable and alluring Libby throws Rafael completely off kilter, and soon his ‘no office relationships’ policy is in imminent danger of being broken – by the boss himself!Stranded, Seduced…PregnantThe tabloids delight in branding Neve Macleod a scarlet widow, but her marriage was purely for convenience. She’s still a virgin, yet no one wants to hear the truth… Until she’s stranded with Italian tycoon Severo Constanza, who knows nothing of her salacious past – just that she’s pure at present!
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The Gold Collection: Bedded by a Billionaire
Santiago’s Command
The Thorn in His Side
Stranded, Seduced…Pregnant
Kim Lawrence
Table of Contents
Santiago’s Command
About the Author
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The Thorn in His Side
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Stranded, Seduced…Pregnant
About the Author
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Santiago had never wanted a woman this much in his life, anddamn hershe knew it. He wanted her so badly that he could taste it. He wanted to taste her so badly that … He embraced his anger just to stay in control.
Lucy sucked in a deep, wrathful breath and blurted, ‘You manipulative—’
He moved so fast it seemed that one moment he was standing several feet away and the next he was beside her, with his finger poised a whisper away from her parted lips. She felt the pressure building inside and was totally helpless to do anything about it.
‘Think very carefully before you continue, Lucy. I am not my brother and I am not in the habit of turning the other cheek.’
‘You’re—’ He lunged without warning and grabbed her by the waist. The other hand went to the nape of her neck, his fingers pushing into her hair as he pulled her into him.
KIM LAWRENCE lives on a farm in rural Anglesey. She runs two miles daily, and finds this an excellent opportunity to unwind and seek inspiration for her writing! It also helps her keep up with her husband, two active sons, and the various stray animals which have adopted them. Always a fanatical consumer of fiction, she is now equally enthusiastic about writing. She loves a happy ending!
‘LUCY Fitzgerald …?’
Santiago, who had been half listening to his brother’s enthusiastic description of the latest woman who was ‘the one’, lifted his head, the indent above his narrowed eyes deepening as he tried to place the name that seemed for some reason strangely familiar.
‘Do I know her?’
At the question his half-brother, who had gone to stand in front of the large gilded mirror above the room’s impressive fireplace, laughed. He took one last complacent look at his reflection, ran a hand over the dark hair he wore collar length and turned back to his brother with a white grin. ‘Oh, if you’d met Lucy you wouldn’t have forgotten,’ he promised confidently. ‘You’ll love her, Santiago.’
‘Not as much as you love you, little brother.’
Ramon, who, unable to resist the lure of his reflection, had swivelled his gaze to cast a critical look at his profile, dragged a hand over his carefully groomed stubble before responding to the jibe with a joking retort: ‘You can always improve upon perfection.’
In reality, Ramon was philosophical that, effort or not, perfect profile or not, he was never going to have what his charismatic brother had and wasted. If not criminal, it was at the very least bad manners to Ramon’s way of thinking to not even appear to notice the women who seemed more than willing to overlook his brother’s imperfect profile—the slight bump in his nose was a permanent reminder of Santiago’s rugby-playing days—as they sought to attract his attention by any, some not exactly subtle, means.
He angled his speculative gaze at the older man seated behind the massive mahogany desk. Despite the fact he wasted opportunities, his brother was no monk, but he was equally by no stretch of the imagination a player.
‘Will you ever marry again, do you think?’ Ramon regretted the unconsidered words the moment they left his lips. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to …’ He gave an awkward shrug. It had been eight years since Magdalena had died and even though he’d been a kid at the time himself Ramon could still remember how awful the dead look in his brother’s eyes had been. Even now a careless mention of Magdalena’s name could bring it back. Not that he didn’t have a constant reminder: little Gabriella was the spitting image of her mother.
Feeling sympathy for Ramon’s obvious discomfort, Santiago pushed away the sense of crushing failure and guilt any thought of his dead wife always evoked and made himself smile.
