The Italian's Reluctant Bride!When aristocratic Alessandro Valessi discovers the existence of his love child, he is determined to be part of Polly Fairfax's life! But Polly has been raising the child alone–and she doesn't want or need her son's father, especially after the arrogant Italian count hurt her so badly....But Alessandro leaves Polly no choice; he will fight her for custody of their child, unless Polly does as he commands...and agrees to marry him immediately!The Italian Husbands: They're Tall, Dark And Ready To Marry!

Cressy was astonished when Draco Viannis proposed. From the moment she'd met the gorgeous Greek, Cressy couldn't get him out of her mind. The passion between them was mind-blowing—but had it just been a holiday affair?Draco had other ideas. He knew Cressy's family was in crisis, and he knew he was the only one who could help—for a price. He wanted Cressy as his wife, and he was determined to have her....

'All Property, I Bequeath To Andre Duchard…'As the final words of Virginia Mason's stepfather's will are read, the silence in the room is deafening. Suddenly, innocent Ginny's life has shattered. With no inheritance, her future–and her family's–is entirely in the hands of enigmatic Frenchman Andre Duchard.Andre is outrageously attractive and everything that Ginny despises in a man–arrogant and cynical. But one devastatingly sensual kiss later, virgin Ginny is already in over her head! How can she convince Andre she's not part of his inheritance when she so desperately yearns for his complete possession? 

"Your Husband Loves Another Woman."The note was signed "A Friend," but no friend would ever do that to another woman. Could it be true? Was Kate Lassiter's marriage falling apart? She still loved her husband, Ryan, still thrilled at his touch, but how long was it since they'd last made love?On the surface they had it all: successful careers, a lovely home and the perfect marriage. But if Ryan had committed the ultimate betrayal, then revenge was no answer. Kate wanted her husband back and she was prepared to fight to keep him. Because while her marriage was under suspicion there was no way she could tell Ryan she was expecting his baby!

"Will He Get His Wedding-Night Baby?"Virginal beauty Cally Maitland has become accustomed to life on the run since fleeing her marriage to British aristocrat Sir Nicholas Tempest.But Nicholas isn't prepared to let Cally go. He has a harsh ultimatum to deliver: give him their long-overdue wedding night–and provide him with an heir!

Mills & Boon proudly presents THE SARA CRAVEN COLLECTION. Sara's powerful and passionate romances have captivated and thrilled readers all over the world for five decades and made her an international bestseller. DESPERATE MEASURESA convenient weddingPhilippa Roscoe needed a large sum of money and she needed it fast – her father's life depended on it. Wealthy French businessman Alain de Courcy needed a wife – purely for business reasons.Alain was only too happy to provide Philippa with the cash she needed. In exchange he demanded marriage and not just in name only. There was little Philippa could do: she had to agree to his terms.She hadn't agreed to fall under Alain's charismatic spell. So Philippa must keep herself from falling in love or pray this marriage of convenience could become real forever...

As a teenager, Adrien was infatuated with Chay Haddon, and was devastated when her family banished him, claiming he'd betrayed their trust. Chay vanished vowing revenge.... Adrien is shocked when, years later, the tables are turned and she finds herself at Chay's mercy. Now rich and devastatingly handsome, he's the only one who can save her from scandal. But he has a price: he'll help her, but only if she becomes his mistress!

Red-faced, red-handed! Octavia Denison has always known exactly what she wants--that is, until she's caught in a compromising position by brooding former rock star Jago Marsh. Tavi is mortified, and judging by the gleam in his golden eyes, he's seen everything--and liked it! Used to getting what he wants, millionaire Jago is determined to uncover the identity of the mysterious, flame-haired temptress that trespassed on his property...and to satisfy the craving she's awakened in him. But seducing Tavi proves harder than expected, especially when she's set on putting as much distance between them as possible! It's time to up the ante....

"All property, I bequeath to Andre Duchard..." As the final words of Virginia Mason's stepfather's will are read, the silence in the room is deafening. Suddenly, innocent Ginny's life has shattered. With no inheritance, her future--and her family's--is entirely in the hands of enigmatic Frenchman Andre Duchard. Andre is outrageously attractive and everything that Ginny despises in a man--arrogant and cynical. But one devastatingly sensual kiss later, virgin Ginny is already in over her head! How can she convince Andre she's not part of his inheritance when she so desperately yearns for his complete possession?

Everything she's ever wanted... Abandoned as a child, the stately mansion Dana Grantham called home symbolized the security she so desperately wanted. She dreamed of a future within its four walls until a shameful scandal--and billionaire Zac Belisandro--drove her away. ...at a price! Now Dana has the opportunity to return to the life she craves, but she comes face-to-face with Zac. He's tainted her life once before, and now he has an outrageous proposition--he'll give Dana her heart's desire if she gives him her hand in marriage...and her innocence on their wedding night!

Mills & Boon proudly presents THE SARA CRAVEN COLLECTION. Sara's powerful and passionate romances have captivated and thrilled readers all over the world for five decades and made her an international bestseller. STORM FORCETrapped together!Jay Delaney, on camera, had a dynamic appeal. In person, his blend of magnetism was even more potent. Not that Maggie was interested.She'd had enough problems recently, and the last thing she wanted was an uninvited guest to disturb the peace and quiet of her solitary hideaway. But she didn't have much choice, and despite her caution, Maggie found herself drawn to Jay. Would she trust him?"It's wise not to start something you can't finish," Jay warned her. But there was no way Maggie could predict how their encounter would end...

There was no excuse for her response. The ruthless Andreas Nikolaides had lured Gemma to his remote villa in Crete with a single purpose in mind: to punish and humiliate her in revenge for her brother's seduction of a local girl. — He was a man Gemma had cause only to hate, a man who was using her as the instrument of a vengeance she could barely understand. And yet within hours she was falling into his arms, begging him to make love to her exactly as Andreas had so arrogantly promised she would.

Clare usually ran a mile from powerful, sensual men like Guido Bartaldi. Only, she'd agreed to live under Guido's roof as companion to his wayward ward, the young woman clearly destined to become Guido's wife...Horrified at Guido's marriage plans, Clare soon decided to leave-and found herself all by captive in Guido's palatial villa. Then she realized it was she who'd been chosen as Bartaldi's bride!

To Tarn Desmond family is everything. So when powerful tycoon Caspar Brandon all but destroys her sweet sister, Tarn is determined to make this notorious playboy pay.Caz is intrigued by the pure beauty of the new girl in his office—no one has ever said no to him before, and if anything that's just doubled his ruthless desire for her!As Tarn sinks deeper into her deception, her resolve falters under Caz's sensual onslaught. She hadn't banked on revenge costing her the ultimate price: her heart…and her body!About the AuthorSara Craven was born in South Devon just before World War II and grew up in a house crammed with books. Her early career was in provincial journalism, and she had her first novel Garden of Dreams accepted by Mills and Boon in 1975. Sara enjoys listening to music, going to the theatre, watching very old films and eating in good restaurants. She also likes to travel, especially in France, Greece and Italy where many of her novels are set. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.'But you don't understand. I'm meeting someone here.'As the sound of the girl's voice, husky with desperation, reached him across the room, Caz Brandon turned from the group he was chatting to at the bar, and looked towards the door, his dark brows raised in faint annoyance. Only to find his irritation changing in a flash to interest as he surveyed the newcomer.In her early to mid-twenties, he judged, medium height, slim, and rather more than attractive, with a mass of auburn hair falling in gleaming waves past her shoulders. Wearing the ubiquitous little black dress, sleeveless and scoop-necked, like many of the other female guests, but setting her own stamp upon it with the slender skirt split almost to mid-thigh, revealing a black velvet garter set with crystals a few inches above her knee.An intriguing touch, Caz decided with frank appreciation. And one that offered grounds for speculation. Although, admittedly, this was hardly the time or the place to let his thoughts wander, however agreeably, when he was entertaining the European and Southern hemisphere editors who worked for his company, prior to the strategy meetings which would begin in the morning.'I'm afraid this is a private function, madam, and your name is not on the list.' Jeff Stratton, who was handling security for the reception, spoke quietly but firmly.'But I was invited.' She took a card from her evening purse. 'By this man—Phil Hanson. Look, he even wrote the place and the time for me to meet him on the back. If you'll just get him, he'll confirm what I say.'Jeff shook his head. 'Unfortunately there is no Mr Hanson listed among those attending. I'm afraid someone may have been having a joke with you. However, I regret that I must still ask you to leave.''But he must be here.' There was real distress in her voice. 'He said he could get me a job with the Brandon Organisation. It's the only reason I agreed to come.'Caz winced inwardly. The situation seemed to be morphing from a simple security glitch into a public relations problem. If someone had been making free with his company's name in order to play an unpleasant trick on this girl, he could hardly shrug and turn away. It had to be dealt with, and he, rather than Angus, who headed his PR team, was the one on the spot.He excused himself smilingly to the rest of the group and walked purposefully across the room.'Good evening,' he said. 'Miss…?' And paused interrogatively.'Desmond,' she said, with a slight catch of the breath. 'Tarn Desmond.'Seen at close hand, she was even lovelier than Caz had first thought, her green eyes over-bright as if tears were not too far away, and her creamy skin flushed with embarrassment. While her hair had the sheen of silk.'And whom did you come here to meet?' he prompted gently. 'A Mr Hanson, you said? Did he claim a connection with the Brandon Organisation?'She nodded. 'He said he worked for a Rob Wellington in Personnel. That he'd introduce me to him.'Caz swore under his breath. This was getting worse all the time. He sent a silent signal to Jeff who melted unobtrusively away.'I'm afraid we have no employee called Hanson.' He paused. 'How well do you know this man?'She bit her lip. 'Not very. I met him at a party a few nights ago. We got talking and I mentioned I was looking for a job. He said he might be able to help, and gave me this card.' She added with faint weariness, 'He seemed—nice.'Caz gave the card a brief glance. It was a cheap mass-produced thing, with the name Philip Hanson printed in ostentatiously flowing letters, but no other information, not even a mobile phone number. But the time and place of this reception was written quite unmistakably in capitals on the back.The deception was quite deliberate, he thought, if inexplicable. Tarn Desmond had been sent here.He said easily, 'Well, this is an awkward situation, Miss Desmond, but it doesn't have to become a crisis. I'm sincerely sorry that you should have been misled like this but there's no need for us to add to your disappointment.'He paused again. 'You must allow me to make amends. May I get you a drink?'She hesitated, then shook her head. 'Thank you, but it might be better if I did as your Rottweiler asked—and simply left.'Infinitely better, Caz thought wryly, at the same time aware of his own reluctance to see her go.'But not totally empty-handed, I hope,' he said. 'If you want to work for the Brandon Organisation, why not contact Rob Wellington through the usual channels and see what's available?' He smiled at her, noting the beguiling fullness of her lower lip, and heard himself add, 'I'll make sure he's expecting to hear from you.'The look that reached him from beneath the long, darkened lashes was frankly sceptical. Clearly, she didn't want to be made a fool of a second time, and who could blame her?'Well—thank you again,' she said, and turned away. As she did so, a breath of the scent she wore reached him—soft, musky and sexy as hell, he decided as his senses stirred. And he was treated to another glimpse of the glittering crystals on that garter as she departed.If she'd come here to make an impression, it had certainly worked on one level, he thought ruefully as he returned to the bar. But she would need better credentials than that to convince his Head of Personnel that she deserved a place in the company. Rob was in his forties, happily married, and quite impervious to the charms of other women, however young and alluring.As for himself, thirty-four and conspicuously single, he needed to put the delectable Miss Desmond out of his mind, and get back to the serious business of the evening.But that, he discovered, was not as easy as he thought. Like her perfume, she seemed to be lingering on the edge of his consciousness long after the reception was over, and he was back in his penthouse apartment, alone, with all the time in the world to think. And remember her.Tarn walked into the flat, closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, eyes closed as she steadied her breathing, before crossing the hall to the living room.Della, who owned the flat, was sitting on the floor absorbed in painting her toenails, but she glanced up at Tarn's entry, her expression enquiring and anxious. 'How did it go?''Like a breeze.' Tarn kicked off her high-heeled sandals and collapsed into a chair. 'Dell, I couldn't believe my luck. He was right there in the bar. I saw him as soon as I went in.'She grinned exultantly. 'I didn't even have to get past security and go looking. And he was across almost as soon as I went into my spiel, oozing charm and concern. He swallowed every word, and wanted more. It was almost too easy.'She took the card from her bag and tore it up. 'Goodbye, Mr Hanson, my imaginary acquaintance. You've been a great help, and well worth the effort of getting this printed.'She looked back at Della. 'And thanks for the loan of the dress and this pretty thing.' She slipped off the garter and twirled it round her finger. 'It certainly hit the target.''Hmm.' Della pulled a face. 'I suppose I should congratulate you, but I still feel more like screaming "Don't do it".' She replaced the cap on her nail polish, and looked gravely up at her friend. 'It's not too late. You could still pull out and no harm done.''No harm?' Tarn sat up sharply. 'How can you say that? When Evie's in that dreadful place, with her whole life de-stroyed—and all because of him.''You're being a bit hard on The Refuge,' Della objected mildly. 'It has a tremendous reputation for dealing with all kinds of addictions as well as mental problems, so it's hardly a dreadful place. It's also very expensive,' she went on thoughtfully. 'So I'm surprised Mrs Griffiths can afford to keep her there.''Apparently they're obliged to take a quota of National Health patients as well.' Tarn paused. 'And don't look so sceptical. Chameleon may have earned me a lot of money over the past few years, but not nearly enough to fund Evie at a top private clinic. I swear I'm not paying her fees.'She drew a shuddering breath. 'When I came back and saw her there, realised the state she was in, I swore I'd make him pay for what he's done, and I shall, no matter how long it takes, or what the cost,' she concluded fiercely.'Well, that's precisely it. You see, I was thinking of a totally different kind of harm,' Della returned, unperturbed. 'The potential cost to you.''What are you talking about?' Tarn was instantly defensive.Della shrugged. 'I mean that when push comes to shove, you may not find it so simple to deliver the death blow and walk away, leaving the dagger in his back. Because you lack the killer instinct, my pet. Unlike, I've always thought, the eternally fragile Evie.'She allowed that to sink in, then continued, 'For heaven's sake, Tarn, I know you're grateful to the Griffiths family for all they've done for you, but surely you've repaid them over and over again, financially and in every other way. Do you still have to come galloping to the rescue each time there's a problem? Surely there's a moment to say—"Halt, that's enough," and this could be it. For one thing, what about your career? Yes, the kind of work you do requires you to seem invisible. But you shouldn't actually become so in real life. You can't afford it. Have you thought of that?''I always take a break between projects,' Tarn returned. 'And by the time negotiations have been completed on the next deal, this will all be over, and I'll be back in...

Kidnapped and held for ransomThings like this just don't happen to Maddie Lang! She grew up in a sleepy little English village, so never expected a research trip to Italy would end in her being held captive by the infamous Count Valieri.His price? Her innocence!Holding her under lock and key in his luxurious casa, the count is ready to strike a deal—one with an unconventional method of payment! As much as Maddie wills her traitorous body not to respond, his practiced touch sparks the first flickers of what could become dangerously addictive flames….

The Marchese's Love-Child When aristocratic Alessandro Valessi discovers the existence of his love child, he is determined to be part of Polly Fairfax's life! But Polly has been raising the child alone–and she doesn't want or need her son's father, especially after the arrogant Italian count hurt her so badly.... But Alessandro leaves Polly no choice; he will fight her for custody of their child, unless Polly does as he commands...and agrees to marry him immediately! The Count's Blackmail Bargain For handsome Italian count Alessio Ramontella, seducing women comes as naturally as breathing. Alessio lives his life based on two criteria: first that success and satisfaction are guaranteed, and second that all his dealings are discreet and conducted between mutually consenting parties. Then he meets innocent English beauty Laura Mason. She's sweet, tempting...and off-limits. Alessio must decide: should he ruthlessly pursue Laura until she gives in? In the Millionaire's Possession...

The Soldier's Seduction The last time he'd seen Phoebe, they'd wound up in bed together. Now, after two years, soldier Wade Donnelly had every intention of repeating that incredible night. The incredible secret she needed to share would have to wait until morning... The Heart of a Mercenary Hunter McBride – he'd buried his past and his emotions long ago to become the ultimate warrior. His mission was to get the proof of a deadly toxin out of the Congo jungle – with or without the innocent beauty who possessed it. But with every minute counting down to disaster, Sarah showed Hunter how to live again. Straight Through the Heart Special Agent Eric Vinland was in one hell of a fix. Dawn Moon would be masquerading as his wife on a Greek island where they hoped to outbid "other" terrorists for a disk. But the sexual attraction sparked between them like a high-voltage wire, demanding his attention!

Young Lacey Vernon was horrified when she was whisked out of her convent school, taken home and groomed for what she realised was marriage—a forced marriage to the Greek tycoon Troy Andreakis. to save her father from ruin. But Troy was not without his attractions, and once the first shock was over Lacey began to realise that perhaps she wasn't dreading what lay ahead of her as much as she had thought she had. She might indeed have had a very happy marriage—until she learned that Troy was, to put it mildly, not going to be a one-woman man...