The Spanish Millionaire's Runaway Bride
The bride is falling for a stranger…When heiress Morgan Monroe sees nothing about her wedding is her choice – including the groom! – she runs. But Spanish millionaire Riccardo Ochoa is hot on her heels! Morgan wonders why being with Riccardo feels so right?
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She ran away from her own wedding...
Now sheâs falling for the man who must bring her home!
When heiress Morgan Monroe realizes nothing about her wedding is her own choiceâincluding the groom!âshe runs. But her fatherâs associate, Spanish millionaire Riccardo Ochoa, is hot on her heels, under orders to bring her home! Morgan knows itâs wrong to imagine a romance with this stranger, but why does being with Riccardo feel so right?
SUSAN MEIER is the author of over fifty books for Mills & Boon. The Tycoonâs Secret Daughter was a Romance Writers of America RITA® Award finalist, and Nanny for the Millionaireâs Twins won the Book Buyersâ Best Award and was a finalist in the National Readersâ Choice awards. She is married and has three children. One of eleven children herself, she loves to write about the complexity of families and totally believes in the power of love.
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The Princes of Xaviera miniseries
Pregnant with a Royal Baby!
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07723-1
THE SPANISH MILLIONAIREâS RUNAWAY BRIDE
© 2018 Linda Susan Meier
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
RICCARDO OCHOA DROVE under the portico of the Midnight Sins Hotel on the Las Vegas strip. He got out of his rentalâa black Mercedes convertible with white leather interiorâand tossed the keys to the valet.
âDonât take it too far,â he told the twentysomething kid dressed in neat-as-a-pin trousers and a white shirt. âI donât intend to be long.â
He turned to enter the hotel and almost ran in to a gaggle of giggling women. âGood afternoon, ladies.â
They stopped. Wide-eyed and no longer giggling, the women stared at him.
He hadnât been living in New York City for years without recognizing that his Spanish accent intrigued American women. As did his dark hair, dark eyes and the fact that he worked out five days a week. To them, he was exotic.
The woman wearing a strapless red velvet dress took a step closer. Her brown hair had been pulled into curls on top of her head. Her green eyes were sultry, seductive. âAre you going inside?â
He smiled at her. âAs a matter of fact, I am.â
âMaybe I should ditch my friends and join you?â
If he hadnât been there on business, he probably would have taken her up on her offer for a few hours of drinking and gambling. Just some fun. That might have morphed into a night of romance, but that was it. Not because he didnât believe in relationships. Heâd seen them work. His cousins Mitch and Alonzo had married beautiful women and were as happy as two guys could be.
But some men werenât built for that kind of life. Riccardo had tried it and had had his heart ripped out of his chest and stomped onâpubliclyâwhen his fiancée left him two days before their wedding to reunite with her ex. Gowns had been bought. Tuxes had hung in closets. White-linen-covered tables had lined the rolling lawn of Northern Spainâs Ochoa Vineyards, and sheâd walked out without a backward glance.
