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  She gave him her innocence...

  Now she’ll be his convenient bride!

  Wherever ruthless billionaire Ethan Devereux goes, the press follow. So when he discovers the astonishing night he shared with talented actress Merida ended in pregnancy, he moves fast to contain the scandal. Suddenly Merida lands the biggest role of her career—playing the part of the loving Mrs. Devereux. But she knows the real challenge is pretending she can walk away from their electric chemistry...

  Feel the chemistry in this pregnancy romance!

  “Merida,” he said in a low, growly voice, and she lifted her face to hear what he had to say. “Come to bed.”

  He could see the heat spread on her cheeks and the rapid blink shutter her glittering eyes, but he did not retract or soften his invitation. Ethan wanted her very much. He had chosen to walk from the hospital for the chance of seeing her again.

  For this.

  “Ethan...” He saw the slight hesitation in her eyes and felt the sudden tension in her and then Merida spoke. “I haven’t done this before.”

  And she was difficult to read, for he misread her then.

  Not for a second did he consider that the woman in his arms, who knew how to sensually dance, who had kissed him back sexy and deep on the street, was a virgin.

  “Come to bed, Merida.”

  Yes.

  One Night With Consequences

  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 realize 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:

  Claiming His Nine-Month Consequence by Jennie Lucas

  Contracted for the Petrakis Heir by Annie West

  Consequence of His Revenge by Dani Collins

  Princess’s Pregnancy Secret by Natalie Anderson

  The Sheikh’s Shock Child by Susan Stephens

  The Italian’s One-Night Consequence by Cathy Williams

  Princess’s Nine-Month Secret by Kate Hewitt

  Consequence of the Greek’s Revenge by Trish Morey

  Look for more One Night With Consequences coming soon!

  Carol Marinelli

  The Innocent’s Shock Pregnancy

  Carol Marinelli recently filled in a form asking for her job title. Thrilled to be able to put down her answer, she put “writer.” Then it asked what Carol did for relaxation and she put down the truth—“writing.” The third question asked for her hobbies. Well, not wanting to look obsessed, she crossed her fingers and answered “swimming”—but, given that the chlorine in the pool does terrible things to her highlights, I’m sure you can guess the real answer!

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  Secret Heirs of Billionaires

  Claiming His Hidden Heir

  Billionaires & One-Night Heirs

  The Innocent’s Secret Baby

  Bound by the Sultan’s Baby

  Sicilian’s Baby of Shame

  Ruthless Royal Sheikhs

  Captive for the Sheikh’s Pleasure

  The Billionaire’s Legacy

  Di Sione’s Innocent Conquest

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  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT FROM SHEIKH'S SECRET LOVE-CHILD BY CAITLIN CREWS

  CHAPTER ONE

  ‘MERIDA! THANK GOODNESS you’re here!’

  Reece was clearly relieved as Merida stepped into the smart Fifth Avenue gallery.

  A spring shower had chased her from the subway and, having dashed out of her apartment at short notice to get there, Merida hadn’t brought an umbrella. Her long red curls were looking particularly wild, but there should be time to sort them before he arrived, she thought.

  Merida Cartwright’s smile was so bright and engaging no one would guess that stepping in at the last moment to give some VIP a private tour of the gallery was the very last thing she wanted to be doing this evening.

  While she might be a gallery assistant by day, Merida was an actress by night—and also by heart. From England, she had come to New York with Broadway in mind and had given herself a year to make it.

  Now, ten months in, her time and her savings were fast running out.

  She needed money, and although she had an important audition tomorrow, and would prefer to be in her tiny apartment preparing for it, she smiled. ‘It’s honestly not a problem, Reece.’

  ‘I had just started to lock up when Helene called.’

  ‘Helene?’

  ‘Ethan Devereux’s PA. I can’t believe that he’s coming to visit the gallery and I shan’t be here to show him around.’

  ‘It will be fine.’ Reece was highly strung and Merida did her best to calm him. ‘What time is your flight?’

  ‘At nine. If I’m going to make it then I have to leave soon.’

  Reece made no move to go, though. Instead he fussed over details.

  ‘You’ve read through the manual I sent you on the amulets?’

  ‘Of course I have.’ Merida nodded as she undid the belt of her trench coat. In fact, she had been the one who had set up the amulet display.

  ‘This has to go well, Merida. I tried to suggest to Helene that he visit the gallery once I’m back from Egypt, but she was adamant that he wanted to see the display tonight. It would be madness to turn down a Devereux. One bad word from him and we’re sunk.’

  ‘Really?’ Merida frowned. ‘Just who is he?’

  Reece let out a disbelieving laugh, but then righted himself. ‘Of course—at times I forget you’re from England and won’t have grown up being fed every detail of the Devereux family’s lives. Basically, the Devereux family are our landlords, darling.’

  ‘They own the building?’

  ‘They own half of the East Side and more besides. They’re NYC royalty. There’s the father—Jobe—and his two sons, Ethan and Abe. And all are utter bastards...’

  ‘That’s not nice.’

  ‘They’re not nice,’ Reece countered. ‘Oh, poor Elizabeth...’

  ‘Who?’

  ‘Elizabeth Devereux—Jobe’s wife. Well, second wife, and mother to his sons. She was an absolute angel, and for a while they were almost a happy family.’ Reece needlessly checked the door to make sure they were alone. �
�Apparently she found out Jobe was having another affair.’ He lowered his voice. ‘Usually Elizabeth turned a blind eye, but rumour has it that this particular time it was with the nanny.’

  ‘They broke up?’

  ‘No, she fled to the Caribbean to heal, the poor thing, and died in a water-skiing accident. Since then the Devereux men have reeled from one scandal to the next. Don’t let Ethan’s unquestionable good looks dazzle you—he’d happily crush you in the palm of his hand.’

  Merida winced.

  ‘Now, there’s champagne on ice. Pop the cork as soon as you see his car. I’ve had hors d’oeuvres from Barnaby’s sent over...’

  ‘How many guests is he bringing?’ Merida checked.

  ‘I’m not sure. Probably it’s just his latest, so I’ve set up for two. I had a quick look online, to try and find out who she might be, but I got lost in the quagmire so you’ll just have to wing it. Oh, and Gemma’s brought you in one of her dresses to wear. It’s out the back.’

  ‘Pardon?’ Merida’s green eyes narrowed. She was unsure if she’d heard that right. Reece had never told her what to wear before.

  ‘It’s just a simple black dress. And Gemma’s also loaned you some pearls.’

  ‘What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?’

  Merida had on a gorgeous Buchanan tartan kilt. It was possibly a little short, but she had on black tights and suede boots and it was topped with a simple black jumper. It went well with her colouring and was her favourite outfit—one that she usually saved for auditions. But, given the important guest, she had made an extra effort this evening.

  ‘You look fabulous,’ Reece attempted. ‘Merida, you always do. But while for the most part I’m happy to overlook your little eccentricities, with Ethan Devereux descending...’

  ‘Eccentricities?’ Merida frowned.

  But Reece refused to be drawn and quickly changed the subject. ‘Look, I really do appreciate this, Merida,’ he said as he pulled up the handle on his suitcase. ‘I’m sure there is some guy who hates me for calling you in to work tonight.’

  Merida gave a non-committal smile. She had decided long ago that she would not be discussing her love-life with Reece. Or rather the absolute lack of it.

  ‘And once Ethan’s gone,’ Reece said as he went through the door, ‘would you mind updating the website? Clint didn’t get around to it.’

  ‘Sure.’

  Finally Reece was outside, chatting to Vince, the doorman-cum-security guard, as he hailed down a cab.

  With fifteen minutes to prepare for the VIP guest’s arrival, Merida slipped out to the back.

  Unlike the gallery, which was all large open spaces, muted colours and plush fabrics, the back area was adorned with brown peeling paint and was terribly cramped.

  There in the tiny staffroom, wrapped in plastic and hanging from the door, was a black dress, with a small pouch dangling from it, containing a single row of pearls.

  Gemma had also left a pair of black stiletto shoes, and Merida’s jaw gritted. They clearly didn’t dare risk leaving even footwear to her! Reece could be so catty at times—but Merida needed the job far too much to protest.

  She slipped the little black number on. It was a halter-neck, and Gemma hadn’t taken into consideration the fact that Merida might not have a suitable bra. There was no choice but to go without—though thankfully Merida wasn’t particularly well-endowed in that department.

  Her make-up was the same as always—a touch of mascara to darken her fair lashes and bring out the green of her eyes, and a dash of blusher to brighten her pale skin. The only lipstick she had with her was a coral one, and she put a slick on, then stepped back and checked her reflection.

  It looked rather dour—though there was far too much flesh on show to call it a funereal outfit, Merida thought. She looked like one of those greeters at an exclusive club or restaurant.

  Except for the hair.

  Merida would need a week to attain sleek sophistication in that department, so she ran some serum through the ends and then tied it so that it hung in a thick, low ponytail.

  It would just have to do.

  She headed out to the main gallery and cast a knowing eye over the displays, then clipped down the stairs to the amulets, just to check all was in order.

  The lights were on a sensor, and the walls that led to the stunning exhibition were lined in very deep violet velvet. It gave the impression of entering another world.

  Of course Reece would have ensured everything was immaculate for Mr Devereux, but she wanted to check for herself.

  The amulets twinkled beguilingly. The next time she returned it would be with keys, so their guest could hold some of the choice pieces.

  Happy that all was in order, Merida headed up to the main gallery and took her place on a high stool behind the desk. She tried to let go of the feeling of indignation Reece had left her with.

  Eccentricities!

  While acting might be her real passion, Merida worked hard at the gallery. Far harder than the manager, Clint, who thought only of commission and clearly hadn’t been available this evening.

  She was still smarting when an expensive black car pulled up outside. As the chauffeur got out she stepped down from the stool, popped the champagne and started to pour.

  And then she glanced up.

  A handmade leather shoe on the end of a suited leg was her first glimpse of him. Then he stepped out of the car and she saw his tall frame and immaculate suit. From his confident stance, Mr Devereux certainly looked as if he owned the street that he stood in.

  She felt the coolness of champagne on her hand as the liquid fizzed over and stopped pouring. While she should have mopped up the mess, instead Merida chose to steal a moment and gaze upon his beauty while she had the chance.

  Colour had not been on the artist’s palette when this masterpiece had been created. His skin was pale, while his hair was as black as a raven’s wing. As he turned his face and his eyes squinted in the late-afternoon sun she saw him in profile—and he was pure masculine elegance.

  His absolute beauty flustered Merida.

  Unusually so.

  Stunning, elegant visitors regularly graced the gallery. At times the rich and famous did too.

  He was more than that, though—only there wasn’t time to examine her thoughts...or rather the feelings this man stimulated in her.

  With a hand-towel she blotted the tray and topped up the glass, and then poured another for any guest he might have brought. She looked outside, expecting a gorgeous beauty to have emerged from the car and flocked to his side.

  But he walked towards the gallery alone.

  Though she’d been warned about his good looks, nothing had prepared her for her reaction to them. Merida found that her lips were pressed together and her fingers dug into her palms. She unfurled them and smoothed the skirt of the dress, glad to have had a couple of minutes’ warning of his magnificence in which to gather herself. But as the door opened and he stepped in, and she saw him without the barrier of glass, there came a knockout blow to her senses that had her internally reeling.

  His eyes went straight to hers. They did not roam her body—he was too suave for that—and yet she felt a tingle on her skin as if they had.

  ‘Mr Devereux...’ Merida cleared her throat and drew on her acting skills as she grappled to find a more poised persona and fought not to blush as she extended her hand. ‘It’s lovely to meet you. I’m Merida Cartwright.’

  ‘Merida.’ His voice was rich and deep as he repeated her name and then said his. ‘Ethan.’ He invited her to use first-name terms as he briefly shook her hand.

  Oh, his touch might have been fleeting, yet his brief grip was firm, his skin warm enough to shoot out tiny volts. Like touching fire, the feeling intensified after contact, and Merida had to resist examining her fingers for a mark as she continue
d her introduction.

  ‘I’m the gallery assistant...’

  ‘Assistant?’ Ethan checked abruptly, and the question in his tone told her that he had expected something better.

  ‘Yes.’ Merida swallowed. ‘Reece would have loved to be here to take you around himself, but he’s off to Egypt tonight.’

  Ethan Devereux was less than impressed. Even at impossibly short notice he expected to be accommodated, and the fact that they had only managed to produce an assistant to show him around did not impress one bit.

  Sheikh Prince Khalid of Al-Zahan—the owner of the amulets—was a personal friend and business colleague of Ethan’s. They went way back, and had met years ago when studying at Columbia. Over dinner last night in Al-Zahan, Khalid had explained that he was worried that there were issues with the gallery to which he had loaned the royal collection. His sources stated that the staff were ill-informed, the tours somewhat rushed, and that patrons were steered towards the items that had the potential to earn most commission.

  Khalid had asked Ethan to discreetly check things out.

  Ethan had pointed out the fact that nothing he did in New York City went unnoticed. But still, he had agreed to drop in at short notice and hopefully get a handle on what was going on. The fact that it was a mere assistant here to greet him scored the gallery its first black mark.

  The fact that she was beautiful did not erase it.

  ‘Before I take you through would you care for a drink...?’ Merida offered.

  ‘Let’s just get started, shall we?’

  He was brusque. Restless and impatient.

  And he ignored the nibbles too.

  Few did.

  Merida had long since observed that at private viewings—even if guests staggered into the gallery after a three-course dinner—still most would sample the delicacies that had been laid on.

  But Ethan Devereux didn’t feel the need to partake in a free glass of champagne or caviar-laden blinis and succulent chocolate-dipped fruits.

  He, Merida decided there and then, had no fear of missing out.

  ‘Well, as I said, Reece is currently headed to Egypt. There he’ll meet with Aziza...’ Merida explained as they walked over to the first display. ‘She’s the designer of these exquisite dolls’ houses.’