Mia finds out that she is the bastard daughter of the billionaire Balfour, who has lots of daughters and it’s all scandal and mayhem. There are about eight Balfour ladies, and I’ve read about Bella and Sophie, although Sophie was in graphic novel format. So, dammit, couldn’t one of those women ac...
I loved this book! Mia was abandoned by her mother as a child and grew up in a small Italian village. Years later she finds out tycoon Oscar Balfour is her true father and so she enters the world of the rich and famous. Her father asks his young protege Nikos to help Mia adjust and fit in to her ...
GOD! That was....something. I felt like Cassie should have died and then it would be like 'See what you have done, You've not only kill one person but two' because they were in love with you or one was... can't say the same for the other. It would be like you deserve to live in misery because you...
‘I am still quite desperately in love with you. Is that open enough for you?’‘Loving you, anima mia, meant losing the ability to focus for long on anything without thinking about you. It meant checking the phone a hundred times a day in case you’d called. It meant walking into a room and searchin...
She can save her marriage--by getting pregnant!A year has passed since Leona left her husband, Sheikh Hassan ben Khalifa Al-Qadim. She misses him very much, but what was the point of staying when she'd failed to deliver the one thing Hassan needed--a child and heir?When Hassan tricks her into ret...
She was much more than his secretary Theirs seemed the perfect boss-secretary relationship. He was all hard-nosed business; she was efficient and anticipated his every need. But the roles Max and Clea played so well in the office underwent a radical change after hours. Then they were passionate...
She had just watched Alexander Doumas take off down the driveway with enough angry force to forge a vacuum through the storm still raging outside. There were tears in her eyes, though she didn’t know why—unless those tears had something to do with the awful person she had been forced to play here...
He watched Antonia lift her hand to his shoulders and Stefan Kranst slide his hands around her waist—then their mouths came together in a tender soft kiss. He tried telling himself that it was just a greeting—that it was as natural as any other kiss exchanged tonight. But it wasn’t true, and ever...
A sizzle of self-awareness imprisoned her breath. He was looking at what she was wearing, his too-dark eyes coming alive with a glow which highlighted their true rich brown colour as he swept them down over her black mini-skirt splashed with emerald-green dots teamed with a flimsy black chiffon t...