The Italian's Christmas Housekeeper
From making the billionaire’s bed… To Christmas between his sheets!Shy housekeeper Molly Miller always tries her best. She’s anxious to impress outrageously wealthy house guest Salvio De Gennaro, but instead is unfairly criticised by her employer! Found sobbing by Salvio, she's comforted…with the most amazing experience of her life. When that incredible encounter costs Molly her job, Salvio rescues her with an irresistible proposition: become his temporary housekeeper—just in time for Christmas!
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From making the billionaire’s bed...
To Christmas between his sheets!
Shy housekeeper Molly Millar always tries her best. She’s anxious to impress outrageously wealthy houseguest Salvio de Gennaro, but instead is unfairly criticized by her employer! When she’s found sobbing by Salvio, he comforts her...with the most amazing experience of her life. But when that incredible encounter costs Molly her job, Salvio rescues her with an irresistible proposition: become his temporary housekeeper—just in time for Christmas!
Escape into this captivating Cinderella romance!
SHARON KENDRICK once won a national writing competition by describing her ideal date: being flown to an exotic island by a gorgeous and powerful man. Little did she realise that she’d just wandered into her dream job! Today she writes for Mills & Boon, and her books feature often stubborn but always to-die-for heroes and the women who bring them to their knees. She believes that the best books are those you never want to end. Just like life…
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The Bond of Billionaires miniseries
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Discover more at millsandboon.co.uk.
ISBN: 978-1-474-07268-7
THE ITALIAN’S CHRISTMAS HOUSEKEEPER
© 2018 Sharon Kendrick
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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To Maura Sabatino, who is funny and beautiful
and whose help for this book was invaluable.
Grazie mille for bringing Naples alive with your words—and for helping me to create a Neapolitan Christmas!
Contents
SALVIO DE GENNARO stared at the lights as he rounded the headland. Flickering lights from the tall candles which gleamed in the window of the big old house. They made him think of Christmas and he didn’t want to think about it—not with still six weeks left to go. Yet here in England the shops were already full with trees and tinsel and the kind of gifts surely no sane person would want for themselves.
His mouth hardened as the dark waters of the Atlantic crashed dangerously on the rocks beneath him.
Christmas. The least wonderful time of the year in his opinion. No contest.
He slowed his pace to a steady jog as dusk fell around him like a misty grey curtain. The rain was heavier now and large drops of water had started to lash against his body but he was oblivious to them, even though his bare legs were spattered with mud and his muscles were hot with the strain of exertion. He ran because he had to. Because he’d been taught to. Tough, physical exercise woven into the fabric of his day, no matter where in the world he was. A discipline which was as much a part of him as breathing and which made him hard and strong. He barely noticed that his wet singlet was now clinging to his torso or that his shorts were plastered to his rocky thighs.
