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Scorsolini Baby Scandal
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Scorsolini Baby Scandal
LUCY MONROE
Principe Vittoro Micheli Scorsoliniis shaking off the pressures of ruling a country and going on holiday… undercover.But that's okay - so is Constanza Mendez.The daughter of a Spanish billionaire is tired of men after only one thing. Her money. Beneath the gorgeous skies of the Caribbean a whirlwind romance begins… and ends with a wedding!But when each is forced to confess their secrets, the fragile bonds of trust start to break. Fuelled by the pressures of duty, and the acidic whispers of those who would seek to destroy their marriage, Prince Micheli's hot-blooded jealousy threatens it all.But royal weddings are not that easy to dissolve, especially when Constanza is carrying the Scorsolini heir!
Scorsolini Baby Scandal
USA TODAY Bestselling Author
Lucy Monroe
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
USA TODAY bestselling author Lucy Monroe brings you a wonderful tale of passion, desire and true love with this digital novella and begs the question, marry in haste, repent at...pleasure?
Prinicipe Vittoro Micheli Scorsolini is shaking off the pressures of ruling a country and going on holiday...undercover. But that’s okay—so is Constanza Mendez. The daughter of a Spanish billionaire is tired of men after only one thing. Her money. Beneath the gorgeous skies of the Caribbean a whirlwind romance begins...and ends with a wedding!
But when each is forced to confess their secrets, the fragile bonds of trust start to break. Fuelled by the pressures of duty, and the acidic whispers of those who would seek to destroy their marriage, Prince Micheli’s hot-blooded jealousy threatens it all.
But royal weddings are not that easy to dissolve, especially when Constanza is carrying the Scorsolini heir!
Don’t miss the other titles in this fantastic collection that celebrates Royal Babies all over the world!
Dedication
For my daughters, my sweet princesses who have
filled our lives with the joy of babies.
Thank you!
Contents
Chapter One (#u1f34b7d7-69cf-59ff-9724-5fba1e53e46c)
Chapter Two (#u023887b0-b161-5757-b8fc-f6d310d8b548)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE
PRINCIPE VITTORO MICHELI Scorsolini, heir to the throne of Isole dei Re, trained from the cradle to be self-possessed even in the face of countrywide catastrophe, tripped over his own feet as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen walked by.
Twenty-five years of training kicked in almost immediately, and he righted himself, pivoting to follow the vision of loveliness crossing Palermo’s Piazza Pretoria. The view was as beguiling from the back as the front, although her hat’s wide brim obscured most of her hair.
He’d already seen that it was brown with golden highlights, falling in silky waves to her shoulders and framing a face worthy of a Botticelli. If Botticelli’s models had worn Chanel sunglasses and Oscar de la Renta. Wearing strappy sandals that added three inches to her already statuesque height, his beauty’s hips swayed enticingly in the pristine white skirt of her sundress with each step.
She stopped in front of the Fontana Pretoria and lifted a camera.
Never slow to take advantage of an opportunity when presented, Micheli asked, “Would you like me to take a picture of you in front of the fountain?”
She spun to face him. “Oh, you speak English!”
It had been a calculated risk. Most tourists spoke at least some English; though had he gotten a better look at her perfectly oval face, defined cheekbones and narrow nose, he might well have used Castilian Spanish to address her.
He managed a passably coherent sì. With Sicilian inflection, not Spanish.
Those who spoke both languages fluently, as he did, knew there was a difference.
“I would be happy to...” he offered again, waving between her, the camera and the fountain.
Lightly glossed, bow-shaped lips parted slightly, a soft gasp escaping. “Oh, would you? That would be great!”
The response wasn’t anything out of the norm, but the breathy quality in her voice and the way she leaned toward him, without seeming to realize she was doing it, told him that maybe this instant, overwhelming attraction was not one-way.
He put his hand out for the camera.
She handed it to him, careful so their fingers did not brush. “It’s just point and click.”
“I’m sure I can figure it out.”
Slipping off her sunglasses, she posed in front of the fountain.
The connection he felt with her at that single look from eyes the color of storm clouds was so compelling, if he’d been walking, he would have tripped again.
Tia Maggie always claimed she’d fallen in love with Tio Tomasso at first sight, but it had taken him a lot longer to catch up.
Micheli had thought his aunt was being fanciful until this moment. This overwhelming reaction could not be love, but it was something. Something he could not ignore or deny.
The object of his newfound obsession was such a natural that he took several shots in quick succession. “You’re not a model, are you?”
“Nope, just a student.” But there had been an odd flicker of reaction to the word model in her gray gaze.
Micheli took his time getting the perfect shot, using the opportunity to chat her up.
He discovered her name was Kiki Menendez. So his guess on the Spanish heritage had not been off.
He told her he was Micheli Scorsolini, leaving off his royal title and first name that was only used in official state ceremonies. Scorsolini was a common-enough name that, unless she was familiar with his tiny country, she would not realize who he was. He was not the brother whose face made it into the tabloids. That was Adamo.
For some reason, Kiki knowing Micheli the man, not Principe Vittoro, was important.
She was in her last year of university in New York, making her twenty-one or twenty-two, on a tour of Italy and Sicily with friends for spring break, and—most important—only in Palermo for the day.
She put her hand up to keep her bright white sun hat on when a small gust of wind threatened to send it flying. “I’ll be finished in June, if my dad doesn’t talk me into going for my MBA.”
LUCY MONROE
Principe Vittoro Micheli Scorsoliniis shaking off the pressures of ruling a country and going on holiday… undercover.But that's okay - so is Constanza Mendez.The daughter of a Spanish billionaire is tired of men after only one thing. Her money. Beneath the gorgeous skies of the Caribbean a whirlwind romance begins… and ends with a wedding!But when each is forced to confess their secrets, the fragile bonds of trust start to break. Fuelled by the pressures of duty, and the acidic whispers of those who would seek to destroy their marriage, Prince Micheli's hot-blooded jealousy threatens it all.But royal weddings are not that easy to dissolve, especially when Constanza is carrying the Scorsolini heir!
Scorsolini Baby Scandal
USA TODAY Bestselling Author
Lucy Monroe
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
USA TODAY bestselling author Lucy Monroe brings you a wonderful tale of passion, desire and true love with this digital novella and begs the question, marry in haste, repent at...pleasure?
Prinicipe Vittoro Micheli Scorsolini is shaking off the pressures of ruling a country and going on holiday...undercover. But that’s okay—so is Constanza Mendez. The daughter of a Spanish billionaire is tired of men after only one thing. Her money. Beneath the gorgeous skies of the Caribbean a whirlwind romance begins...and ends with a wedding!
But when each is forced to confess their secrets, the fragile bonds of trust start to break. Fuelled by the pressures of duty, and the acidic whispers of those who would seek to destroy their marriage, Prince Micheli’s hot-blooded jealousy threatens it all.
But royal weddings are not that easy to dissolve, especially when Constanza is carrying the Scorsolini heir!
Don’t miss the other titles in this fantastic collection that celebrates Royal Babies all over the world!
Dedication
For my daughters, my sweet princesses who have
filled our lives with the joy of babies.
Thank you!
Contents
Chapter One (#u1f34b7d7-69cf-59ff-9724-5fba1e53e46c)
Chapter Two (#u023887b0-b161-5757-b8fc-f6d310d8b548)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE
PRINCIPE VITTORO MICHELI Scorsolini, heir to the throne of Isole dei Re, trained from the cradle to be self-possessed even in the face of countrywide catastrophe, tripped over his own feet as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen walked by.
Twenty-five years of training kicked in almost immediately, and he righted himself, pivoting to follow the vision of loveliness crossing Palermo’s Piazza Pretoria. The view was as beguiling from the back as the front, although her hat’s wide brim obscured most of her hair.
He’d already seen that it was brown with golden highlights, falling in silky waves to her shoulders and framing a face worthy of a Botticelli. If Botticelli’s models had worn Chanel sunglasses and Oscar de la Renta. Wearing strappy sandals that added three inches to her already statuesque height, his beauty’s hips swayed enticingly in the pristine white skirt of her sundress with each step.
She stopped in front of the Fontana Pretoria and lifted a camera.
Never slow to take advantage of an opportunity when presented, Micheli asked, “Would you like me to take a picture of you in front of the fountain?”
She spun to face him. “Oh, you speak English!”
It had been a calculated risk. Most tourists spoke at least some English; though had he gotten a better look at her perfectly oval face, defined cheekbones and narrow nose, he might well have used Castilian Spanish to address her.
He managed a passably coherent sì. With Sicilian inflection, not Spanish.
Those who spoke both languages fluently, as he did, knew there was a difference.
“I would be happy to...” he offered again, waving between her, the camera and the fountain.
Lightly glossed, bow-shaped lips parted slightly, a soft gasp escaping. “Oh, would you? That would be great!”
The response wasn’t anything out of the norm, but the breathy quality in her voice and the way she leaned toward him, without seeming to realize she was doing it, told him that maybe this instant, overwhelming attraction was not one-way.
He put his hand out for the camera.
She handed it to him, careful so their fingers did not brush. “It’s just point and click.”
“I’m sure I can figure it out.”
Slipping off her sunglasses, she posed in front of the fountain.
The connection he felt with her at that single look from eyes the color of storm clouds was so compelling, if he’d been walking, he would have tripped again.
Tia Maggie always claimed she’d fallen in love with Tio Tomasso at first sight, but it had taken him a lot longer to catch up.
Micheli had thought his aunt was being fanciful until this moment. This overwhelming reaction could not be love, but it was something. Something he could not ignore or deny.
The object of his newfound obsession was such a natural that he took several shots in quick succession. “You’re not a model, are you?”
“Nope, just a student.” But there had been an odd flicker of reaction to the word model in her gray gaze.
Micheli took his time getting the perfect shot, using the opportunity to chat her up.
He discovered her name was Kiki Menendez. So his guess on the Spanish heritage had not been off.
He told her he was Micheli Scorsolini, leaving off his royal title and first name that was only used in official state ceremonies. Scorsolini was a common-enough name that, unless she was familiar with his tiny country, she would not realize who he was. He was not the brother whose face made it into the tabloids. That was Adamo.
For some reason, Kiki knowing Micheli the man, not Principe Vittoro, was important.
She was in her last year of university in New York, making her twenty-one or twenty-two, on a tour of Italy and Sicily with friends for spring break, and—most important—only in Palermo for the day.
She put her hand up to keep her bright white sun hat on when a small gust of wind threatened to send it flying. “I’ll be finished in June, if my dad doesn’t talk me into going for my MBA.”
