The Italian's Pregnant Prisoner

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To the Presents team.

You believed in me first.

I didn’t know when I sent in my chapters eight years ago that this was where it would lead.

I’m so glad it did.

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Back Cover Text (#ucca4a941-8a52-5020-bec6-f531b6bf0400)

Introduction (#ubcb34711-cb08-56ba-9788-305d404b7b7f)

Once Upon a Seduction... (#u15fa18f8-8ae1-5ac2-9bdb-1ad92d790bca)

Title Page (#u5c21314d-a41e-55db-8725-afd57d65fb31)

About the Author (#uc4a3915d-0409-508e-a42f-62e7d54af722)

Dedication (#uc3aca8eb-79f8-5815-a6df-b46378b1524b)

CHAPTER ONE (#u355971e0-616e-5ea5-9eae-b2cc0158ae6d)

CHAPTER TWO (#uddc9ff45-a895-5127-aef7-64e01672faa1)

CHAPTER THREE (#u1f979d73-7797-5ad4-9ebd-ccba18077649)

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CHAPTER ONE (#u10ffb0d5-1120-54db-9450-d730539d945a)

Once upon a time...

LET DOWN YOUR HAIR...

Charlotte Adair’s heart was pounding so hard she was sure the person next to her could hear it. And she was shaking. Shaking and fighting against the rising tide of emotions and memories that were threatening to compromise her ability to think straight.

Although, it could easily be argued that her being here at all was proving she lacked any ability to think with clarity.

She had escaped. For five years she had been free.

But there was unfinished business. Rafe.

He would always be unfinished business. There would be no fixing that. But she could see him. She could see him one more time.

And, at least, he wouldn’t be able to see her.

Pain burst in her chest, hot and acidic, her stomach tightening. Yes, his abandonment had hurt her. Immeasurably. But that didn’t mean the thought of such a powerful man being injured in the way he had been wasn’t painful.

Of course, any thoughts of Rafe were painful.

And as she stood in the darkened corner of the antechamber that led into the ballroom, her palms beginning to sweat, the red gown she was wearing started to feel so tight she could scarcely breathe.

She couldn’t hold off the memories any longer...

* * *

“Let down your hair.”

“You know I’m not allowed to,” Charlotte said, moving away from Rafe, every nerve ending in her body tingling. Every part of her demanding that she follow his simply issued command, regardless of the consequences.

Which was basically the same demand she’d been issuing to herself from the moment she’d first seen him.

She wanted him. Whatever that had meant at first, she hadn’t fully known. Only that she wanted to be near him. Always.

“I see. And what exactly are the rules concerning men in your bedroom?”