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Sales Rank: #2905527 in Books
Published on: 2015-01-20
Original language: English
Number of items: 1
Dimensions: 6.57" h x .50" w x 4.21" l, .0 pounds
Binding: Mass Market Paperback
192 pages

About the Author
Abby Green spent her teens reading Mills & Boon romances. She then spent many years working in the Film and TV industry as an Assistant Director. One day while standing outside an actor's trailer in the rain, she thought: there has to be more than this. So she sent off a partial to Harlequin Mills & Boon. After many rewrites, they accepted her first book and an author was born. She lives in Dublin, Ireland and you can find out more here: www.abby-green.com

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Keelin O'Connor surveyed the lavishly decorated hotel room in the exclusive Harrington Hotel in Rome. Almost nothing was visible because glossy shopping bags covered every surface. As a shopping novice, she hoped she'd gone far enough, not really knowing what constituted gross levels of consumerism beyond what she saw on some trashy reality-TV programmes of the rich and famous.

Her fiancé—who also happened to be a complete stranger—was due any minute and she hated that the palms of her hands were sweaty with nerves when her blood still boiled with anger and humiliation at what her father expected her to do.

'You can't be serious.' She'd looked at her father two weeks ago and battled a very familiar sense of angry futility.

Liam O'Connor's expression was as hard as flint. 'I am.'

Keelin had spoken slowly as if to make sure she wasn't in the middle of a nightmare. 'You've sold me off in some marriage deal to a complete stranger—'

Her father slashed a hand through the air. 'It is not like that. Giancarlo Delucca is one of Italy's most innovative entrepreneurs. Italian food and wine exports are booming and in the space of only three years the Delucca name has gained respect all over Europe, not to mention tripled its profits, which is unheard of at the moment.'

'So what the hell does that have to do with me?'

Her tall father had put his hands on his desk and leant forward. 'What it has to do with you, my girl, is everything. I want a merger with this man to secure the future of O'Connor Foods and as my daughter you are part of the deal.'

Keelin's hands curled to fists but she'd barely noticed her nails digging into soft skin. 'This is archaic.'

Her father straightened up and said scathingly, 'Don't be so naive. This is about business. Giancarlo Delucca is a young man, and good-looking. Rich. Any woman would be delighted to have him as her husband.'

Keelin had responded bitterly. 'Any woman, perhaps, with about two brain cells to rub together.' She'd ignored her father's darkening expression and tried to call up the little she knew of Delucca from her overheated brain. 'Doesn't he have links to the Mafia?'

Her father replied tautly. 'His father had links to the Mafia. And he's dead. That's all in the past now. Delucca is determined to put it behind him and prove to people that he's respectable. That's why he's willing to marry and settle down.'

Keelin laughed but it sounded strangled and semi-hysterical. 'Lucky me!'

Liam O'Connor's grey gaze, so different to Keelin's own green one, narrowed on her. 'Haven't you always wanted me to involve you in the business?'

'Yes,' she'd said huskily, emotion a tight ball in her chest to be reminded of how comprehensively she'd been shut out. 'But as the person who stands to inherit the O'Connor brand. Not as some chattel to be sold off to the highest bidder.'

Her father's mouth had tightened. 'You've hardly given me the confidence that you can be trusted to inherit anything, Keelin.'

Futile anger rose in a dizzying rush and, terrified emotion might leak out of her eyes, she'd stalked over to the large window which showcased an impressive view of a soaring modern bridge, named after the great playwright Samuel Beckett, over the River Liffey. Dublin had sparkled benignly in the spring sunshine.

But she'd seen none of it. She'd felt only an inner tsunami of pain to be so misunderstood, still. She'd known for ever that she was a disappointment to her parents: to her mother for not being the girlie girl she wanted to show off. And to her father for being a girl, and not a worthier boy. And as soon as Keelin had recognised that as a distinct lack of love, it had seared a need into her psyche to get her father's attention at all costs, which had manifested in a series of teenage rebellions that had been as futile as they were excruciating to remember now.

And even though she'd matured and left those petty rebellions behind, nothing had really changed. Her parents hadn't even deigned to come and see her graduate from university recently.

Her own reflection was distorted in the glass-pale face, huge eyes. Red hair. Too red. It had always marked her out as far too easy to pinpoint when there was trouble, unwittingly helping her to act out her pathetic bid for love and attention.

When she'd felt composed enough she'd turned around again. 'And what about our name? If I marry him it'll die out anyway!'

Her father had shaken his head. 'No, it won't. Delucca has agreed that our name and branding will remain and be passed down to your sons.'

Her sons. With a complete stranger. A gangster.

Her father had walked around the desk to come and stand a few feet away from her, his face softening slightly. Emotion had gripped her again. Was she such a sucker for any sliver of affection that she would fall for this thinly veiled act?

He'd sighed heavily. 'The truth is that O'Connor Foods is struggling, like almost every other business out there.'

Keelin had frowned; she'd been aware that the company hadn't been doing as well as in previous years but not badly enough to merit alarm. And how would she really know when she was kept firmly excluded from the inner sanctum? 'Struggling—how do you mean?'

He'd waved a hand, avoiding a direct answer. 'Aligning with Delucca will give us the boost we need, and the protection, going forward. And then there's you. I want to know that your future is secured.'

Keelin hadn't been fooled for a second that he genuinely cared for her welfare even though a weak part of her yearned for it. She'd taken advantage of his softer stance to try to make him see that she was serious about wanting to be involved. 'But my future will be secure. I can work with you to help shore up the defences, take the company forward. I'm ready to—'

He'd lifted a hand, any trace of softness disappearing. 'If you truly want to prove that you can be part of this company in a meaningful way, then this marriage is the only solution, Keelin.'

A tiny flame of hope sputtered out. It mocked the defences she thought she'd honed over years of neglect. She shook her head, a sense of betrayal rising within her. 'I won't do it.'

Her father lashed back angrily. 'I should have known you'd balk when it came to proving the depth of your loyalty. If you walk away from this, you can consider yourself on your own.'

For a moment she'd felt as if he'd punched her in the softest part of her belly. All she wanted was to show her loyalty to her family legacy, and she was finally being offered a chance but in exchange for her personal freedom.

She'd felt sick to think that it had come to this—the ultimate rejection, if she said no. But then, in a blinding flash of inspiration, a scenario had taken shape. A burgeoning sense of hope had filled her as she said slowly, 'What if we meet and Delucca doesn't want to marry me?'

Her father waved a hand dismissively. 'Of course he'll want to marry you. You're a beautiful young woman, and you're bringing with you the opportunity he needs to break into the global market. He won't let that slip away.'

But Keelin had been barely listening to her father any more, her heart palpitating at the thought of a way out of this crazy scenario without having to burn her bridges entirely. So she'd agreed to meet with Delucca and here she was now, seconds away from that meeting.

She'd exhaustively researched him in the meantime and found that clearly he was obsessed with proving that the persistent rumour of links to the Mafia were just that. In every interview he put the focus on his business concerns and moving forward. He was the epitomy of casual Italian elegance, and to Keelin's chagrin she hadn't been able to repress a shiver of awareness when she'd seen his photos. He was darkly gorgeous, masculine. An air of intensity about him. And also danger.

He seemed hell-bent on proving himself to be a million miles removed from the scandals of his father's life, a man who had been brutally murdered by a rival Mafia faction.

And when it came to lovers he was never pictured with the same stunning woman more than twice. They were all of the same ilk: tall, brunette, sleek and gorgeous. Discreet, and oozing effortless classy style. Which was in keeping with his apparent bid not to draw adverse attention to himself. True, he skirted on the edges of being known as a playboy, but was never photographed behaving badly. And there were no salacious kiss-and-tell stories. So the playboy moniker was pretty benign.

Evidently he didn't let women get in his way when it came to his ruthless ambition. And respectability and discretion were important to him. So this gave Keelin all the ammunition she needed. A man like that couldn't want a wife! And she'd decided she needed to make herself over into everything that might possibly repel him from this union.

She'd ended up with an over-the-top trashy caricature of the kind of girl she'd known in her school peer group: rich, privileged, shallow, vain. And hopefully the kind of woman someone like Giancarlo Delucca would run screaming from.

She checked herself now in a nearby mirror—dress: short; long red hair: big; make-up: a lot. She made a face. Her mother would approve wholeheartedly. She spritzed more perfume on, swallowing back a sneeze at the overwhelming fumes.

A peremptory knock came to the hotel room door and Keelin's belly swooped alarmingly. She wasn't ready for this, she felt ridiculous. He'd see through her in an instant.

The knock came again, a little sharper. She steeled herself. She had to be ready. This was a fight for her independence and future.

Fixing what she hoped was a bright vacuous smile on her face she walked to the door and opened it. But the smile faltered when she had to lift her eyeline to the hunk in the dark blue suit on the other side.

One thing got through to her shocked brain: no mere picture could have prepared her for Giancarlo Delucca in the flesh.

Gianni reeled as he tried to take in the woman before him and not suffocate with the wave of noxious perfume that had enveloped him as soon as she'd opened the door.

His first impression was excess and everything in him recoiled from it. Lots of vibrant red hair, lots of make-up and a tight sleeveless bandeau dress that was eye-wateringly short, showing off acres of suspiciously tanned-looking skin, and an abundant amount of equally faux-tanned cleavage.

The woman in front of him didn't remotely resemble the picture he'd seen in O'Connor's office. Anger pierced him to think he'd been deceived. And rendered speechless for a moment, a state he was not used to, they just stared at each other.

And then the perfume seemed to dissipate mercifully, bringing some oxygen to his brain, restoring his faculties. He pushed the anger down, telling himself he was being too hasty.

Just as he thought that, he saw the gold necklace nestling close to that upsurge of cleavage. Joined-together looping letters spelled out K-e-e-l-i-n. Diamonds twinkled from either end.

His last lover had favoured nothing more obvious than tiny diamond stud earrings. But he forced himself to look at his potential future wife, smile and say smoothly, 'Miss O'Connor, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Giancarlo Delucca, welcome to Italy.'

She blinked, smiled and stepped back. 'Please excuse me. I just got back from doing some shopping near the Via del Corso.'

Gianni walked into the room, aware that even though she was in spindly high heels, she'd be tall without them. About five foot eight, he guessed. A dart of awareness pierced him, surprising him.

He heard the door click behind him and he had the most bizarre urge to turn around and escape. Fast. He pushed it down. He'd agreed to this cold-blooded agreement for lots of reasons, but also because he'd decided that he could handle a marriage that was a business transaction, not an emotional or romantic endeavour.

He steeled himself and turned to face Keelin again. For a second something about her over-the-top look felt slightly off but he got distracted by those unbelievably long legs and that impressive cleavage. Dio. He'd expected fresh-faced natural beauty. An intelligent refined woman, not a tarted-up society girl.

Keelin waved an arm to indicate the hundreds of luxe bags and gushed, 'Thank you so much for the welcome gift of the credit card, such a thoughtful gesture. Shopping in Rome is my absolute favourite. It's made me feel right at home.'

She glanced up from under her lashes in a way that set his teeth on edge, even as he realised that under all that smoky eye make-up her eyes were as huge and stunning as he might have expected. A kind of mossy green he'd never seen before.

'I'm afraid I saw the word trousseau and I got a little excited. They're delivering the rest tomorrow.'

'The rest?' He blanched at that, eyes widening slightly.

'Oh, yes.' She trilled a little laugh. 'This is just a few things to keep me going.

'Actually—' she looked around speculatively and bit her lip '—the Harrington Hotel is a beautiful hotel, Mr Delucca, but I'm used to a little more space. At The Chatsfield, for instance, they're so wonderful about storing shopping.'

Gianni bit down the distaste—he'd chosen this hotel because of its hushed discreet exclusivity. The Chatsfield's opulent luxuriousness tended to attract more attention, which Gianni instinctively shied away from.

'Anyway,' Keelin said brightly, drawing Gianni's attention back to her, 'this is fine for now, and I just heard a rumour that Sheikh Zayn and Sophie Parsons might be staying here.' She rolled her eyes theatrically. 'Did you see the pictures of their wedding? So glamorous and romantic. I'd love to catch a glimpse of them.'

No, Gianni thought grimly. He hadn't seen pictures of some society wedding. However, it rang a bell and he did recall something now about James Chatsfield hitting the headlines again for living up to his playboy reputation in some exclusive ski resort, which was just another reason to prefer the discretion of The Harrington.

Keelin was smiling at him guilelessly. She looked sweet but vacant. And for the first time Gianni felt something inside him tighten in rejection of a wife who would be little more than a glossy appendage on the end of his arm. Even though that's what he'd told himself he'd be happy with for the sake of a deal.

Before he could formulate another sentence though, Keelin had moved over to a small table with an ice bucket on top. As she bent forward slightly Gianni couldn't help but let his eyes follow the lean lines of her body. She was slim and toned, yet as undeniably curvy as she'd been in the photo. That at least hadn't lied.

The swell of her breast against the taut material of the dress made heat pulse in his groin. It confounded him. His head rejected everything about this woman but his body was running to a different beat. A much more visceral one.

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