The Spaniard's Pleasure. Margaret Mayo

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       These Latin men won’t be denied!

       The Spaniard’s Pleasure

      Three smouldering Mediterranean seductions from three favourite Mills & Boon authors!

      The Spaniard’s Pleasure

      Kim Lawrence

      Margaret Mayo

      Lucy Monroe

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       In August 2010 Mills & Boon bring you four classic collections, each featuring three favourite romances by our bestselling authors

       THE SPANIARD’S PLEASURE

      The Spaniard’s Pregnancy Proposal by Kim Lawrence

      At the Spaniard’s Convenience by Margaret Mayo

      Taken: the Spaniard’s Virgin by Lucy Monroe

       BOUGHT FOR HIS BED

      Virgin Bought and Paid For by Robyn Donald

      Bought for Her Baby by Melanie Milburne

      Sold to the Highest Bidder! by Kate Hardy

       THE MILLIONAIRE’S CLUB: CONNOR, TOM & GAVIN

      Round-the-Clock Temptation by Michelle Celmer

      Highly Compromised Position by Sara Orwig

      A Most Shocking Revelation by Kristi Gold

       PROTECTOR, LOVER…HUSBAND?

      In the Dark by Heather Graham

      Sure Bet by Maggie Price

      Deadly Exposure by Linda Turner

      The Spaniard’s Pregnancy Proposal

      By

Kim Lawrence

      About the Author

      KIM LAWRENCE lives on a farm in rural Anglesey. She runs two miles daily and finds this an excellent opportunity to unwind and seek inspiration for her writing! It also helps her keep up with her husband, two active sons, and the various stray animals which have adopted them. Always a fanatical consumer of fiction, she is now equally enthusiastic about writing. She loves a happy ending!

       Don’t miss Kim Lawrence’s exciting new novel, Unworldly Secretary, Untamed Greek, available in September 2010 from Mills & Boon.

      Chapter One

      FLEUR STEWART woke up and after a few minutes of lying there listening to bird song she forced her eyelids open. Yawning, she squinted at the clock on the bedside table. It was eight-thirty.

      It was also her birthday. She was twenty-five, an entire quarter of a century. She resisted the temptation to ask herself what she had done with the first twenty-five years, because that would have inevitably led to her asking herself what she planned to do with the next twenty-five.

      And Fleur didn’t know.

      She wasn’t making any plans at all. She was going with the flow. Because life, she reflected, pulling the duvet over her head and burrowing down, never quite turned out the way you expected.

      She had only ever wanted to act. The dream had been born the day her parents had taken her to see a matinee performance of a West End musical when she was eight. It had died midway through her second term at drama school. To be precise, on the day she had badly botched an audition everyone had thought was hers and realised that the only thing standing between her and a glittering career was a complete absence of talent.

      The next day, and still in the same self-pitying, despondent frame of mind, she had met Adam Moore, a final-year law student. Good-looking Adam had been incredibly supportive and sympathetic when, over her second glass of wine, she had confided her doubts. A kindred spirit, he had seen her point immediately. What was the point staying on at drama school if you were only ever going to be mediocre?

      This had been a lot easier to hear than, ‘You’ve got to develop a thicker skin,’ which was the attitude her friends, who hadn’t taken her crisis of confidence seriously, had adopted.

      Adam had told her that a girl with her brains could do a lot better for herself than acting and Fleur had been flattered and believed him. Or at least she had convinced herself she believed him. Deep down even then Fleur had known that what she was really doing was choosing the easy option.

      Three months later she and Adam had been engaged and she’d been happily waiting tables. And if she’d ever stopped to wonder what she was doing or ask herself if she was really happy, she’d reminded herself that this was a purely temporary measure. And the tips had been very good, which had been great because it had made sense for Adam to concentrate on his studies without worrying about little things like paying the rent.

      Contemplating the painful naïveté of her younger self inevitably made Fleur despise herself, so she tried hard not to revisit the past. She tried to live in the present.

      The present was actually surprisingly good.

      Four years on there was no Adam. Admittedly there was no stage career either, but happily she was no longer waiting tables!

      She loved her job teaching drama at the local college. Her colleagues were a decent bunch, the work was challenging and she loved the buzz of being around young, and, for the most part, enthusiastic people. If ever any of her students felt like throwing in the towel, Fleur told them that, sure, they might not have what it took, but they’d never know for sure if they didn’t show a little backbone when the going got tough.

      The biggest plus of the job was that nobody here knew about her recent history. That being so, there were none of the sympathetic looks she hated or ‘I do admire you, you’re so brave for getting on with your life’—as if she had a choice—remarks to deal with.

      No matter how much you enjoyed your job it was still a nice feeling come Saturday to wake up and pull the covers over your head and have a nice lazy lie-in. This Saturday, birthday or no, the lie-in was not a long one. The late-August sun shining through the thin curtains of her bedroom was just too tempting. It made her think of blackberries, walking the rescue dog her friend Jane had foisted on her the previous month and the million and one things that needed doing in the garden.

      For a town girl she had adapted to the rural existence really well.

      Fleur was still in her pyjamas when the phone rang.

      She set aside an unopened birthday card and took a slurp of her freshly brewed


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