Stolen for the Spaniardâs inheritance...
Will her innocence be his undoing?
For notoriously ruthless Diego Navarro, kidnapping and marrying his brotherâs shy fiancée seems a perfectly sensible way to secure his inheritance! Yet when Liliana Hart willingly goes with him, Diego is reluctantly intrigued... Though the heat of their marriage bed is scorching, itâs the intensity of their connection that pushes Diego to the edge. But is it powerful enough to redeem this dark-hearted billionaire?
Feel the heat in this intense marriage of convenience!
MAISEY YATES is a New York Times bestselling author of over seventy-five 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.
Also by Maisey Yates
The Greekâs Nine-Month Redemption
Caridesâs Forgotten Wife
Brides of Innocence miniseries
The Spaniardâs Untouched Bride
The Spaniardâs Stolen Bride
Heirs Before Vows miniseries
The Spaniardâs Pregnant Bride
The Princeâs Pregnant Mistress
The Italianâs Pregnant Virgin
Once Upon a Seduction⦠miniseries
The Princeâs Captive Virgin
The Princeâs Stolen Virgin
The Italianâs Pregnant Prisoner
Princes of Petras miniseries
A Christmas Vow of Seduction
The Queenâs New Year Secret
The Billionaireâs Legacy collection
The Last Di Sione Claims His Prize
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08738-4
THE SPANIARDâS STOLEN BRIDE
© 2019 Maisey Yates
Published in Great Britain 2019
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DIEGO NAVARRO HAD a bad habit of breaking his toys.
It had started with a little wooden truck when he was a boy. He hadnât intended to break it, but heâd been testing the limits, running behind it while he pushed it down on the ground.
Heâd ended up falling on top of it and splitting his lip open, as well as popping the wheels off his favorite possession.
His mother had picked him up and spoken softly to him, brushing the tears from his face and taking the pieces of the truck into her hand, telling him it was okay.
His father had laughed.
Heâd pushed Diegoâs mother aside and taken the toy from her hand.
Then heâd thrown it into the fire.
âWhen something is broken,â heâd said darkly, âyou must learn to let it go.â
Those words had echoed in Diegoâs head later. When his mother was dead and his father stood emotionless over her body, laid out for burial before the funeral.
Diego hated his father.
He was also much closer to being his father than he would ever be to resembling his sweet, angelic mother, who had been destroyed by the hands of the man who had promised to love her.
Her hands had been gentle. Diegoâs were weapons of destruction.
All throughout his life he had demonstrated that to be the truth.