Claimed By The Wealthy Magnate

Claimed By The Wealthy Magnate
Nina Milne

One evening that changes everything!After Lady Kaitlin Derwent was kidnapped as a child, she shut down her emotions and focused on becoming the perfect daughter her aristocratic family wanted. But, one evening in Barcelona, she meets a handsome stranger who makes her crave freedom…Wealthy lawyer Daniel Harrington has never believed in love, but spending the evening with Kaitlin opens up new possibilities. Daniel is determined to show her that only by being true to herself can she be truly happy… If only she’ll let him show her the way!

One evening that changes everything!

After Lady Kaitlin Derwent was kidnapped as a child, she shut down her emotions and focused on becoming the perfect daughter her aristocratic family wanted. But one evening in Barcelona she meets a handsome stranger who makes her crave freedom...

Wealthy lawyer Daniel Harrington has never believed in love, but spending the evening with Kaitlin opens up new possibilities. Daniel is determined to show her that only by being true to herself can she be truly happy... If only she’ll let him show her the way!

“How about dinner? No strings. We’re two people alone in a vibrant city and I could do with some company.”

The words held a ring of truth and for a moment Kaitlin wondered what demons he wanted to hold at bay.

Temptation, warring with the final grains of common sense, pointed out that after all she had to eat.

Daniel’s shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I had a reservation at one of Barcelona’s best restaurants—I could try and resurrect it.”

Kaitlin frowned. “So you did have plans.”

“Let’s say my plans didn’t materialize.” Harshness underlaid the words and pain flashed across those blue eyes. Kaitlin hesitated, sensed that the man seated opposite her was hurting. Clearly he’d been stood up. Doubt unfurled—somehow that didn’t seem feasible. It wasn’t a scenario that played out. Ridiculous—yes he was good-looking and magnetic and... and... and... but she hardly knew him or his relationship background.

Yet more reasons to make her exit now.

But she didn’t want to. Never again would she have a chance like this. To be free, to shed the Lady Kaitlin persona. Because soon there would be the meeting with Prince Frederick of Lycander, a meeting where she needed to demonstrate her suitability to be a Lycander bride and then... Enough. She wouldn’t, couldn’t think of that now.

“Dinner sounds wonderful. A night of freedom before I step into a gilded cage.”

Claimed by the Wealthy Magnate

Nina Milne

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

NINA MILNE has always dreamed of writing for Mills & Boon Cherish—ever since as a child she played libraries with her mother’s stacks of Mills & Boon romances. On her way to this dream Nina acquired an English degree, a hero of her own, three gorgeous children and—somehow!—an accountancy qualification. She lives in Brighton and has filled her house with stacks of books—her very own real library.

To all things Venice!

Contents

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Back Cover Text (#u7aa48c70-ce25-5a5c-ae6a-1b1a59a3b3c8)

Introduction (#uf7e9c99e-dc11-5e23-a4a0-04f4de3ef37a)

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About the Author (#u61c1cfc9-ae3a-55d5-bcb3-e9378dd9b564)

Dedication (#ub56ec5de-3d29-5a31-aa1b-b952bcaa841f)

CHAPTER ONE (#ufe3f1082-84e8-5577-af38-17bb6f0a77ff)

CHAPTER TWO (#u478c50b2-0912-5944-9fff-f871261313e2)

CHAPTER THREE (#u4e8c192c-590b-5067-9714-7f5bb0be6f66)

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CHAPTER ONE (#u8ef4293b-8424-5cdd-95f0-cbe5f78bb1db)

LADY KAITLIN DERWENT, poster girl for the aristocracy, daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Fairfax, stared at her nigh on unrecognisable reflection and wondered if she’d run mad... No, she knew she must have run mad.

There could be no other explanation for the fact that she was standing in this glitzy Barcelona hotel room, her Titian-red hair obscured under a bottleful of cheap blonde dye, her green eyes masked by baby-blue contact lenses, on a ‘Blonde Hair and Blue Eyes in Barcelona’ themed hen weekend for a woman she hadn’t seen for years.

‘You OK?’ Lynette Cooper, her childhood playmate and the bride-to-be, leant forward to peer more closely into the dressing table mirror and layered on another sheen of letterbox-red lipstick. ‘Are you sure you won’t come out tonight? We’re making cocktails and then we’re drinking cocktails.’

Kaitlin summoned a smile. ‘No, thank you. I appreciate it, but I’d be gatecrashing.’

She didn’t know any of the other guests; it had been a crazy impulse of the type she never, ever demonstrated to ask Lynette if she could join the hen group so that she could escape for a weekend. Travel as part of a group with a degree of anonymity and gain some time out, some space to think.

‘I will truly be happy chilling out here. I’ll order room service, watch a film and go to sleep.’