An Heir To Make A Marriage. Эбби Грин
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As Zac’s car purred silently and powerfully through the streets of Manhattan for the first time in her life Rose felt a very rogue urge to rebel and do something she wanted. Which was to eke out another few illicit moments in his company.
She’d never felt so intoxicated. Heady. The way he’d looked at her, with such thrillingly explicit intent … No one had ever looked at her like that. Her heart still beat a frantic tattoo.
Was it so bad to want a little more of this man’s attention? Yes, because you know very well that if he knew who you were and why you were here he’d have you out of this car so fast your head would be spinning for a year …
That almost caused Rose to turn in her seat and ask for Zac to stop the car, but they were pulling up outside the club now.
Zac looked at her as the car came to a stop. She was transfixed by his mouth, and she imagined what it might be like on hers. On her skin.
‘I’m glad you came with me.’
And just like that all of Rose’s good intentions were blasted to pieces by wicked desire.
When one night … leads to pregnancy!
When succumbing to a night of unbridled desire it’s impossible to think past the morning after!
But, with the sheets barely settled, that little blue line appears on the pregnancy test and it doesn’t take long to realise that one night of white-hot passion has turned into a lifetime of consequences!
Only one question remains:
How do you tell a man you’ve just met that you’re about to share more than just his bed?
Find out in:
Her Nine Month Confession by Kim Lawrence September 2015
An Heir Fit for a King by Abby Green October 2015
Larenzo’s Christmas Baby by Kate Hewitt November 2015
Illicit Night with the Greek by Susanna Carr February 2016
Bound to the Tuscan Billionaire by Susan Stephens March 2016
The Shock Cassano Baby by Andie Brock May 2016
The Greek’s Nine-Month Redemption by Maisey Yates June 2016
Look for more One Night With Consequences coming soon!
An Heir to Make a Marriage
Abby Green
Irish author ABBY GREEN threw in a very glamorous career in film and TV—which really consisted of a lot of standing in the rain outside actors’ trailers—to pursue her love of romance. After she’d bombarded Mills & Boon with manuscripts they kindly accepted one, and an author was born. She lives in Dublin, Ireland, and loves any excuse for distraction. Visit abby-green.com or e-mail [email protected].
I’d like to dedicate this book to the memory of Jimmy Devlin, who was known affectionately throughout the Irish film business as ‘Jimmy the Bus’. That was his job: driving a minibus to and from different locations, carrying everyone from cast to crew. He made everyone feel like a VIP, even if it was their first job. He was a true gentleman who oozed an old-world charm and respect for everyone around him—especially women.
Men like Jimmy Devlin make it easy to write about larger than life heroes, because he epitomised what a hero is. Ar dheis dé go raibh a h-anam.
Contents
ROSE O’MALLEY’S HEART was racing. Her skin felt clammy, her palms were sweaty and she was light-headed. She was basically exhibiting all the signs of heading into a full-blown panic attack, or some kind of emotional and physical meltdown, right here on a closed toilet seat in one of Manhattan’s most exclusive hotel bathrooms.
Her surroundings, opulent as they were, were only making things worse. Highlighting the fact that she shouldn’t be here. Highlighting the fact that this was not her world. She was one generation removed from Ireland, by way of Queens, and to say she felt like a fish out of water was an understatement.
Her reflection in the mirror on the back of the cubicle door showed a stranger. A sleek, soignée stranger. Her normally wavy shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair was all straight and glossy and coiled up into a sophisticated chignon at the back of her head.
Rose acknowledged faintly that she had a neck. She’d never noticed it before now.
Only the bottom half of her face was visible because the rest of it was obscured by a delicately ornate black and gold mask. Her eyes glinted out, looking very frightened and green and almost feverish. Her mouth was painted a garish red. Her cheeks were flushed.
She put