Revenge At The Altar. Louise Fuller
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“All you need to do is say yes.”
Revenge comes with a ring...
Nothing gives Max Montigny more satisfaction than hearing heiress Margot Duvernay say “I do.” Rejected by her family once before, this time Max holds all the cards—to protect their champagne business, Margot agrees to be his bride! But their passionate wedding night tempts Max to forget his vengeful plans and enjoy every sensual moment of their reunion...
Feel the heat and tension in this marriage-of-convenience romance!
LOUISE FULLER was a tomboy who hated pink and always wanted to be the Prince—not the Princess! Now she enjoys creating heroines who aren’t pretty push-overs but are strong, believable women. Before writing for Mills & Boon she studied literature and philosophy at university, and then worked as a reporter on her local newspaper. She lives in Tunbridge Wells, with her impossibly handsome husband, Patrick, and their six children.
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Revenge at the Altar
Louise Fuller
ISBN: 978-1-474-07275-5
REVENGE AT THE ALTAR
© 2018 Louise Fuller
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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To the Nell, for holding my hand on the plane
and not cutting your hair!
All my love.
Contents
AS THE WHEELS of her private jet hit the runway Margot Duvernay looked up from her laptop and gazed pensively out of the window, her fingers twisting at the ‘Team Bride’ wristband on her arm.
As CEO of the legendary House of Duvernay champagne business, she worked hard. The last five years had been particularly challenging, both emotionally and financially—so much so that, incredibly, Gisele’s bachelorette week in Monte Carlo was the first time off she’d had in months.
But her father Emile’s unexpected message had abruptly cut short her stay.
Walking purposefully across the T tarmac, she climbed into the waiting air-conditioned limousine and pulled out her phone. She replayed his message, frowning at the giggling and the Bossa Nova music she could hear in the background. If only she had picked it up sooner, she thought regretfully, her soft brown eyes creasing. Emile was just so unreliable, and so easily distracted...
But on the plus side he had definitely mentioned selling his shares, and that was a first.
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