A D'Angelo Like No Other

A D'Angelo Like No Other
Carole Mortimer

When trouble comes in twos…Michael D’Angelo might be the driving force behind the successful Archangel galleries, but it doesn’t mean he’s perfect…he lost his halo years ago! Yet when a delectable woman shows up in Paris, claiming he’s the father to twins, it’s one mistake Michael is certain he’s not responsible for.Fiery Eva Foster won’t walk away until the twins in her charge are reunited with their father. Now the one person she hoped would help is the only person standing in her way. A line has been drawn in the sand – but when the spark between them catches all bets are off!‘Yet another delightful adventure with Carole!’ – Karen, 43, High WycombeDiscover more at www.millsandboon.co.uk/carolemortimer

‘I’ve never met your sister,’ Michael stated firmly. ‘So whatever scam the two of you are trying to pull here I would advise that you forget it—’

He broke off abruptly as one of Eva Foster’s hands made loud and painful contact with one of his cheeks, causing the baby in his arms to let out another deafeningly wail.

‘That was uncalled for,’ he bit out between gritted teeth, his jaw clenched as he jiggled the baby up and down in his arms in an effort to silence her screams.

‘It was very called for,’ Eva Foster insisted heatedly, her face having become even paler as she moved forward to stroke the back of the baby in Michael’s arms soothingly. ‘How dare you stand there and deny even knowing my sister, accuse the two of us of trying to pull a scam on you, at the same time as you’re holding your own daughter in your arms?’

Her eyes flashed deeply violet in contrast to the emotional shaking of her voice.

‘I—am—not—’ Michael broke off to draw in a deep, controlling breath, his cheek still stinging from that slap. ‘Sophie is not my daughter.’

‘I assure you she is,’ she snapped.

THE DEVILISH D’ANGELOS

Sinners named for saints …

Known around the world for the prestigious Archangel auction houses and galleries in London, New York and Paris, the D’Angelo brothers are notorious for their prowess in the art world … and even more so for their exploits in their personal lives.

These Italian heartthrobs might have been named for angels, but their ruthless natures and powerful personas make them anything but angelic …

Soar to LONDON for Gabriel D’Angelo’s story in:

A BARGAIN WITH THE ENEMY

February 2014

Sail to NEW YORK for Raphael D’Angelo’s story in:

A PRIZE BEYOND JEWELS

March 2014

Fly to PARIS for Michael D’Angelo’s story in:

A D’ANGELO LIKE NO OTHER

April 2014

Enter the exclusive world of the D’Angelos in this dazzling new trilogy from Carole Mortimer!

A D’Angelo Like No Other

Carole Mortimer

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

CAROLE MORTIMER was born in England, the youngest of three children. She began writing in 1978, and has now written over one hundred and fifty books for Harlequin Mills & Boon®. Carole has six sons: Matthew, Joshua, Timothy, Michael, David and Peter. She says, ‘I’m happily married to Peter senior; we’re best friends as well as lovers, which is probably the best recipe for a successful relationship. We live in a lovely part of England.’

Carole loves to hear from her readers. She can be reached at contact@carolemortimer.co.uk (mailto:contact@carolemortimer.co.uk) or her website, www.carolemortimer.co.uk (http://www.carolemortimer.co.uk).

Our Son, Matthew, A Man to be Proud of.

Contents

PROLOGUE (#u6db16e5c-e394-5cbe-92c7-5e94ba2fe7af)

CHAPTER ONE (#u42bb0d41-2623-5d5c-94d0-b11a2be8007f)

CHAPTER TWO (#ucb002f85-866b-509e-83eb-f2f6f37e5d7b)

CHAPTER THREE (#u5efba5d8-8388-5f32-a6ad-71ff649a415f)

CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

EXTRACT (#litres_trial_promo)

PROLOGUE

St Gregory’s Church, New York.

‘WEREN’T THE THREE of us sitting together in a church very like this one just a few weeks ago?’ Michael spoke mockingly to his youngest brother Gabriel as they sat in the front pew of the church crowded with wedding guests, their restless brother Rafe seated on his other side.

‘I believe we were, yes,’ Gabriel confirmed dryly. ‘Except on that occasion you and Rafe were my best men, and now we’re Rafe’s.’

‘How many weeks ago was that, exactly?’ Michael arched derisive brows.