The Princes' Brides: The Italian Prince's Pregnant Bride / The Greek Prince's Chosen Wife / The Spanish Prince's Virgin Bride
Sandra Marton
Pregnant by a Regal RogueThe Italian Prince’s Pregnant Bride From the moment Prince Nicolo saw Aimee he had to have her. No names, no strings…until he discovered she was pregnant with his baby! Then Nicolo felt duty bound to marry her. But Aimee wasn’t about to surrender herself to this arrogant male!The Greek Prince’s Chosen Wife Ivy claims she’s pregnant with Prince Damian Aristedes’ baby, but he’s never even met her! Still, she is expecting Damian’s child – as a surrogate mother! The arrogant Greek is furious. After all, he missed the pleasure of bedding her to conceive his baby…The Spanish Prince’s Virgin BridePrince Lucas Reyes is angry. His grandfather is forcing him into marriage with penniless Alyssa who’s pretending she’s untouched by any man. But the intense sexual chemistry between them tells him otherwise… Lucas’s fiery royal blood is roused!
Pregnant by a regal rogue…
The Princes’ Brides
Three passionate, intense romances from a classic Mills & Boon author!
The Princes’Brides
Sandra Marton
The Greek Prince’s Chosen Wife
By
Sandra Marton
The Spanish Prince’s Virgin Bride
By
Sandra Marton
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In July 2010 Mills & Boon bring you four classic collections, each featuring three favourite romances by our bestselling authors
THE PRINCES’ BRIDES
by Sandra Marton
The Italian Prince’s Pregnant Bride
The Greek Prince’s Chosen Wife
The Spanish Prince’s Virgin Bride
TYCOON’S CHOICE
Kept by the Tycoon by Lee Wilkinson
Taken by the Tycoon by Kathryn Ross
The Tycoon’s Proposal by Leigh Michaels
THE MILLIONAIRE’S CLUB:
JACOB, LOGAN & MARC
Black-Tie Seduction by Cindy Gerard
Less-Than-Innocent Invitation by Shirley Rogers
Strictly Confidential Attraction by Brenda Jackson
SAYING ‘YES!’ TO THE BOSS
Having Her Boss’s Baby by Susan Mallery
Business or Pleasure? by Julie Hogan
Business Affairs by Shirley Rogers
SANDRA MARTON wrote her first novel while she was still in primary school. Her doting parents told her she’d be a writer some day and Sandra believed them. In secondary school and college she wrote dark poetry nobody but her boyfriend understood – though, looking back, she suspects he was just being kind. As a wife and mother she wrote murky short stories in what little spare time she could manage, but not even her boyfriend-turned-husband could pretend to understand those. Sandra tried her hand at other things, among them teaching and serving on the Board of Education in her home town, but the dream of becoming a writer was always in her heart.
At last Sandra realised she wanted to write books about what all women hope to find: love with that one special man, love that’s rich with fire and passion, love that lasts for ever. She wrote a novel, her very first, and sold it to Mills & Boon
Modern
romance. Since then she’s written more than sixty books, all of them featuring sexy, gorgeous, larger-than-life heroes. A four-time RITA
award finalist, she’s also received five Romantic Times magazine awards and has been honoured with RT’s Career Achievement Award for Series Romance. Sandra lives with her very own sexy, gorgeous, larger-than-life hero in a sun-filled house on a quiet country lane in the north-eastern United States.
Don’t miss Sandra Marton’s exciting new novel, Falco: The Dark Guardian, available in August 2010 from Mills & Boon® Modern™.
The Italian Prince’s Pregnant Bride
By
Sandra Marton
Chapter One
SHE came hurrying along the sidewalk, enveloped from head to toe in black suede, stiletto-heeled boots clicking sharply, her head bent against the rain-driven wind, and barreled into Nicolo just as he stepped from the taxi.
The doorman moved forward but Nicolo had already dropped his briefcase and caught her by the shoulders.
“Easy,” he said pleasantly.
Her hood fell back as she looked up at him. Nicolo, always appreciative of beauty, smiled.
She was beautiful, with elegant bones, a mouth that looked soft and inviting, and eyes the deep blue of spring violets, all that framed by a mass of honey-colored loose curls.
If someone had to run you down, this was surely the woman an intelligent man would choose.
“Are you all right?”