The Innocent's Secret Baby
A ruthless billionaire…When Sicilian tycoon Raul Di Savo meets Lydia Hayward it’s not only her cool elegance he desires—seducing Lydia will also deny his lifelong rival’s bid for her body…An innocent in peril…Desperate to escape being sold to a stranger, Lydia turns to Raul—he only promises her one night, but his expert touch awakens her to pleasure she cannot resist!A nine-month consequence!Discovering she’s a pawn in Raul’s game of revenge, Lydia leaves…and then she realises an unexpected consequence will bind her to Raul for ever!Congratulations Carol Marinelli on over 11 million copies sold worldwide with Mills & Boon!
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A ruthless billionaire...
When Sicilian tycoon Raul Di Savo meets Lydia Hayward, itâs not only her cool elegance he desiresâseducing Lydia will also deny his lifelong rivalâs bid for her body...
An innocent in peril...
Desperate to escape being sold to a stranger, Lydia turns to Raulâhe promises her only one night, but his expert touch awakens her to pleasure she cannot resist!
A nine-month consequence!
Discovering sheâs a pawn in Raulâs game of revenge, Lydia leaves...until she realizes an unexpected consequence will bind her to Raul forever!
Lydia could feel heat hover between their mouths in a slow tease before they met.
Then they met.
And all that had been missing was suddenly there.
At first taste she was Raulâs and he knew it, for her hands moved to the back of his head and he kissed her as hard as her fingers demanded.
He slid one arm around her waist to move her body from the wall, closer to his, so that her head could fall backwards.
If there had been a bed, she would have been on it.
If there had been a room they would have closed the door.
But there wasnât, so he halted themâbut only their lips.
âWhat do you want to do?â he whispered against her skin, and then he blew on her neck, still damp from his kisses, and raised his head and met her eyes. âTonight I can give you anything you want.â
This is my 100>th title for Mills & Boon!
Rather than use this space to tell you about Raul and Lydia, I would like to thank you.
Whether this is the first or the hundredth time you have read me, I am so grateful to my readers. Even if we havenât met face to face, or online, hopefully weâve shared some time through words on a page, and had a smile or three when one of my heroes misbehaves, or one of my heroines messes up. They tend to do that a lot.
I often cry when Iâm writing, but I also laugh often too.
I hope, in some way, my stories let you do the same.
Happy reading, and love always,
Carol xxxx
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!
Books by Carol Marinelli
Mills & Boon Modern Romance
One Night With Consequences
The Sheikhâs Baby Scandal
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
Playboys of Sicily
Sicilianâs Shock Proposal
His Sicilian Cinderella
Mills & Boon Medical Romance
Their Secret Royal Baby
The London Primary Hospital
Playboy on Her Christmas List
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For Lena, my mum.
You were wonderful as both and I will love you for ever.
Until we meet againâ¦
Contents
SURELY NOT?
As Raul Di Savo thanked the mourners who had attended his motherâs funeral a figure standing in the distance caught his attention.
He wouldnât dare to come here!
Not today of all days.
The tolling of the bell in the small Sicilian church had long since ceased, but it still seemed to ring in Raulâs ears.
âCondoglianze.â
Raul forced himself to focus on the elderly gentleman in front of him rather than the young man who stood on the periphery of the cemetery.
âGrazie,â Raul said, and thanked the old man for his attendance.
Given the circumstances of Mariaâs death, and fearing Raulâs fatherâs wrath, most had stayed away.
Gino had not attended his wifeâs funeral.
âShe was a whore when I married her and she goes into the ground the same.â
That was how he had broken the news of her death to his son.
Raul, having been told of a car accident involving his mother, had travelled from Rome back to Castaâa town on the Sicilian wild west coastâbut he had arrived only to be told that she had already gone.
He had been too late.
Slowly, painfully, he had pieced together the timeline of shocking events that had led to Mariaâs death. Now Raul performed his familial duties and stood graveside as the line of mourners slowly moved past him.
Condolences were offered, but small talk was strained. The events of the last few days and the savage condemnations that were now coursing through the valley made even the simplest sentence a mockery.
âShe was a good...â A lifetime family friend faltered in his choice of words. âShe was...â Again there was hesitation over what should be said. âMaria will be missed.â
