Lessons From A Latin Lover

Lessons From A Latin Lover
Anne McAllister

You want me to what? Wealthy jet-setter Joaquin Santiago can't believe his ears. He's flown to the tranquil island of Pelican Cay to escape from screaming hordes of adoring women. And now the most unlikely candidate has asked him to teach her how to seduce a man…!Molly McGillivray doesn't want Joaquin to…she needs him to! Molly just isn't a girly girl–but she thinks it's time to get married. And who better than sexy Spaniard Joaquin to teach her how to become a mistress in the art of love…?

Sometimes, Molly thought, life was bizarre beyond words.

Here she was, plotting to seduce her own fiancé, and at the same time allowing another man to move into her house.

And not just any man, either.

A stud. A heartthrob. The Casanova of the pitch. A man who could take his pick of almost all the women in the western world. And quite frequently did.

Her fiancé would be appalled—that’s if he even noticed.

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Welcome to

The McGillivrays of Pelican Cay

Meet:

Lachlan McGillivray—he’s ready to take his pretend mistress to bed!

Hugh McGillivray—he’s about to claim a bride…

Molly McGillivray—she’s ready to surrender to her Spanish lover!

Visit:

The stunning tropical island of Pelican Cay—

full of sun-drenched beaches,

it’s the perfect place for passion!

The McGillivrays of Pelican Cay:

McGillivray’s Mistress—November 2003 #2357

In McGillivray’s Bed—July 2004 #2406

And Molly’s story in Lessons from a Latin Lover

Lessons from a Latin Lover

Anne MCAllister

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER ONE

THE TROUBLE with blinding flashes of inspiration, Molly McGillivray decided as she scowled into the innards of the ancient Jeep she was removing the carburetor from, was that they were never in one’s comfort zone.

If they were, of course, they wouldn’t be blinding flashes of brilliance. They would be “ho hum, yes, of course” notions that one would have thought of long ago.

The other trouble with blinding flashes of inspiration was that, once you thought of them, they wouldn’t go away.

They were so outrageous, so perverse, so downright awful that you couldn’t forget them!

They nagged and pestered and generally haunted you all the livelong day.

Like today.

Ever since her longtime fiancé, Carson Sawyer had come home last month, Molly had been wracking her brain for some subtle way to make him wake up and remember that they were, in fact, engaged.

Well, not exactly remember. She knew Carson remembered. It was handy to remember. Having a fiancée allowed him to keep his attention on business and kept the fortune hunters at bay. It was “useful” to be engaged, he’d once told her cheerfully. And back then she’d been quite happy to agree.

It had been useful to her, too.

But that was then. Enough was enough. They’d been engaged for years. It was time to do something about it—like get married.