âYouâll be mine. Youâll be my wife.â
With her identity concealed, Allegra Valenti enters Italyâs most glorious masquerade ball determined to make happy memories to sustain her through her impending coldly arranged betrothal. But a passionate encounter with a masked stranger has consequences that tear apart her dutiful life.
Brooding Spanish duke Cristian Acosta cannot believe the masked siren he let his guard down for was his best friendâs sisterâthe pampered heiress he grew up despising. To safeguard the Acosta legacy, Cristian must adorn Allegra with a trinket of his ownâa gold wedding band!
Allegra walked over to the door and opened it. Then her heart fell into her feet. She tried to keep her face straight as she stared into the dark, uncompromising gaze of Cristian Acosta.
He couldnât know. He couldnât. She refused to believe it.
Though standing there, looking up at him and those coal-black eyes, she wondered how she hadnât known it was him the moment heâd walked into that ballroom.
Heâd looked like Death come to collect then. And he looked like it now.
His black brows were locked together, as was his hard, square jaw. His lips, usually the softest-looking thing about him, were pressed into a grim line.
He filled the space, and he wasnât even in it yet. So tall, so impossibly broad. He made her feel small. He made her feel weak. He made her feel like he was looking straight through her.
That brief moment of hope was crushed beneath the weight of that stare. That knowing, intense stare. For just a second, sheâd had freedom.
And now, there was Cristian.
âDid you come to congratulate me on my upcoming marriage? Because if soââ
âI am not here to play games with you. Were you ever going to tell me?â
âAbout...â Her throat was completely dry and excuses were swirling around her head like foxes chasing their tails.
âThe baby,â he said.
One stolen moment of extraordinary passion leads to dramatic consequences in this stunning new trilogy by New York Times bestselling author Maisey Yates in...
Heirs Before Vows
Claiming their legacy with a diamond ring!
Three of the worldâs most impressive and powerful bachelors, connected by fate and friendship, are about to find their lives changed irrevocably!
No one could have expected the shocking consequences that now lead these determined alpha males down the aisleâ¦
â¦as expectant fathers!
Find out what happens inâ¦
The Spaniardâs Pregnant Bride
October 2016
The Princeâs Pregnant Mistress
December 2016
This stunning trilogy concludes with...
The Italianâs Pregnant Virgin
January 2017
MAISEY YATES is a New York Times bestselling author of more than thirty romance novels. She has a coffee habit she has no interest in kicking, and a slight Pinterest addiction. She lives with her husband and children in the Pacific Northwest. When Maisey isnât writing she can be found singing in the grocery store, shopping for shoes online and probably not doing dishes. Check out her website, maiseyyates.com.
Books by Maisey Yates
Mills & Boon Modern Romance
Caridesâs Forgotten Wife
Bound to the Warrior King Married for AmariÂs Heir His Diamond of Convenience To Defy a Sheikh One Night to Risk It All Forged in the Desert Heat His Ring Is Not Enough The Couple Who Fooled the World A Game of Vows
The Chatsfield
Sheikhâs Desert Duty
One Night With Consequences
Married for Amariâs Heir
Princes of Petras
A Christmas Vow of Seduction
The Queenâs New Year Secret
Secret Heirs of Powerful Men
Heir to a Desert Legacy
Heir to a Dark Inheritance
Visit the Author Profile page at millsandboon.co.uk for more titles.
To everyone who said âYou shouldnâtâ and âYou canât.â You gave me a reason to prove that I should and I could.
CHAPTER ONE
HE WAS DEATH come to take her away. At least, that was what he looked like as he descended the sweeping stairs of the Venetian ballroom, his black cloak billowing behind him, his blunt fingertips brushing the elegant marble banister. Allegra felt it like a touch against her skin, and for the rest of her life she would wonder at the strength of it.
He was masked, like everyone else in attendance, but that was where the similarity between him and anyone elseâor indeed, him and any mortalâended.
He was not wearing the bright silks of many of the men there, rather he was dressed all in black. The mask that covered his face was of some sort of glittering midnight material, cut into the shape of a skull. His skin must have been painted a deep charcoal beneath it, because she could catch no sight of man or even a trace of humanity in the small spaces between the intricately fashioned metal.