"Does anyone here present..."
Scarlett Ravenwood takes an enormous risk interrupting Vincenzo Borgia's wedding. He's rich and powerful, whereas she's penniless and alone, but she needs his help...to protect their unborn child!
Vincenzo's furious that Scarlett kept the pregnancy from him, but to claim his heir he has no other option than to make her his wife.
Scarlett hadn't imagined a 24 carat diamond would feel so heavy; it weighs on the ache in her heart. Because she might not get the one, truly priceless, thing she desires...for his heart is off-limits!
Why did Scarlett have such power over him?
For the last two weeks, since she'd left him standing on Madison Avenue with a stunned look on his face, he'd thought of nothing else. All Vin's considerable resources had been dedicated to one task: finding her.
She was in his blood. He hadn't been able to forget her. Not from the first moment he'd seen her in that bar. From the moment he'd first taken her in his arms. From the moment she'd disappeared from his bed after the best sex of his life.
From the moment she'd violently crashed his wedding and told him she was pregnant with his baby.
Scarlett Ravenwood was half-angel, half-demon. There was a reason he hadn't seduced any other woman for over eight months-an eternity for a man like Vin. He'd been haunted by Scarlett: haunted body and soul, driven half mad by memories of her naked in his arms.
Scarlett was the woman for him. The one he wanted. And he intended to have her.
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 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
An Heir Fit for a King by Abby Green
Larenzo's Christmas Baby by Kate Hewitt
Illicit Night with the Greek by Susanna Carr
A Vow to Secure His Legacy by Annie West
Bound to the Tuscan Billionaire by Susan Stephens
The Shock Cassano Baby by Andie Brock
The Greek's Nine-Month Redemption by Maisey Yates
An Heir to Make A Marriage by Abby Green
Crowned for the Prince's Heir by Sharon Kendrick
Look for more One Night With Consequences coming soon!
CHAPTER ONE
"YOU HAVE TWO CHOICES, Scarlett." Her ex-boss's greedy eyes slowly traveled from her pregnant belly to the full breasts straining the fabric of her black maternity dress. "Either you sign this paperwork to give your baby away when it's born, and become my wife immediately, or..."
"Or what?" Scarlett Ravenwood tried to move away from the papers he was pushing toward her. But the man's overmuscled bulk took up most of the backseat of the limousine.
"Or...I'll have Dr. Marston declare you insane. And have you committed." His fleshy lips curved into a pleasant smile. "For your own safety, of course. Because any sane woman would obviously wish to marry me. And then you'll lose your baby anyway, won't you?"
Scarlett stared at him, barely seeing the gleaming buildings of Manhattan passing behind him as they drove down Fifth Avenue. Blaise Falkner was handsome, rich. And a monster.
"You're joking, right?" She gave an awkward laugh. "Come on, Blaise. What century do you think we're living in?"
"The century a rich man can do whatever he wants. To whomever he wants." Reaching out, he twisted a tendril of her long red hair around a thick finger. "Who's going to stop me? You?"
Scarlett's mouth went dry. For the last two years, she'd lived in his Upper East Side mansion as nursing assistant for his dying mother, and over that time Blaise had made increasingly forceful advances. Only his imperious mother, horrified at the thought of her precious heir lowering himself to the household help, had kept him at bay.
But now Mrs. Falkner was dead, and Blaise was rich beyond imagination. While Scarlett was nothing more than an orphan who'd come to New York desperate for a job. Ever since she'd arrived, she'd been isolated in the sickroom, obeying the sharp orders of nurses and doing the worst tasks caring for a fretful, mean-spirited invalid. She had no friends in New York. No one to take her side against him.
Except...
No, she told herself desperately. Not him.
She couldn't. Wouldn't.
But what if Blaise was right? What if she escaped him and went to the police, and they didn't believe her? Could he and his pet psychiatrist find a way to carry through with his threat?
When he'd crassly propositioned her at the funeral that morning-literally over his mother's grave!-she'd tried to laugh it off, telling him she was leaving New York. To her surprise, he'd courteously offered a ride to the bus station. Ignoring her intuition's buzz of warning, she'd accepted.
She should have known he wouldn't give up so easily. But she'd never imagined he'd go this far. Threatening her into marriage? Trying to force her to give her baby away?
She'd made a mistake thinking of Blaise as a selfish, petulant playboy who wanted her like a spoiled child demanded a toy he couldn't have. He was actually insane.
"Well?" Blaise demanded. "What is your answer?"
"Why would you want to marry me?" Scarlett said weakly. With a deep breath, she tried to appeal to his vanity. "You're good-looking, charming, rich. Any woman would be happy to marry you." Any woman who didn't know you, she added silently.
"But I want you." He gripped her wrist tightly enough to make her flinch. "All this time, you've refused me. Then you get yourself knocked up by some other man and won't tell me who." He ground his teeth. "Once we're wed, I'll be the only man who can touch you. As soon as that brat is born and sent away, you'll be mine. Forever."
Scarlett tried to squelch her rising panic. As the limo moved down Fifth Avenue, she saw a famous cathedral at the end of the block. A desperate idea formed in her mind. Could she...?
Yes. She could and she would.
It hadn't been her plan. She'd intended to buy a bus ticket south, use her small savings to start a new life somewhere sunny where flowers grew year-round and raise her baby alone. But as her own father often said when she was growing up, new challenges called for new plans.
Her new plan scared her, though. Because if Blaise Falkner was a frying pan, Vincenzo Borgia was the fire.
Vin Borgia. She pictured the dark eyes of her unborn baby's father, so hot one moment, so cold the next. Pictured the ruthless edge of his jaw. The strength of his body. The force of his will.
A shiver went through her. What if he...
Don't think about it, she told herself firmly. One impossible thing at a time. Another maxim she'd learned from her father.
As the chauffeur slowed down at a red light, she knew it was now or never. She took a deep breath, then opened her eyes with a brittle smile.
"Blaise." Scarlett leaned forward as she tightened her hidden right hand into a fist. "You know what I've always wanted to do...?"
"What?" he breathed, licking his lips as he looked down at her breasts.
"This!" She gave him a hard uppercut to the jaw. His teeth snapped together as his head knocked backward, shocking him into releasing her.
Without waiting for the limo to completely stop, she yanked on her door handle and stumbled out onto the sidewalk. Kicking off her two-inch heels, she put her hand protectively over her belly and ran with all her might, feet bare against the concrete, toward the enormous cathedral.
It was a perfect day for a wedding. The first of October, and every tree in the city was decorated in yellow, orange and red. St. Swithun's Cathedral was the most famous in New York, the place where the wealthy and powerful held their christenings, weddings and funerals. Two hundred years old, it was a towering midtown edifice of gray marble, big as a city block, with soaring spires reaching boldly into the bright blue sky.
Panting as she ran, Scarlett glanced down at the peeling gold-tone watch that had once belonged to her mother. She prayed she wasn't too late.
A vintage white Rolls-Royce Corniche was parked at the curb, bedecked with ribbons and flowers. Next to it, a uniformed driver waited. Bodyguards with dark sunglasses, scowls and earpieces stood guard on the cathedral steps and around the perimeter.
The wedding had started, then. Scarlett had been trying not to think about it for the last four months, since she'd seen the announcement in the New York Times. But the details had been blazed in her memory, and now she was glad, because only Vin Borgia could help her.
A bodyguard blocked her with a glare. "Miss, stand back..."
Clutching her belly theatrically, Scarlett stumbled forward on the sidewalk. "Help! There's a man chasing me! He's trying to kidnap my baby!"
The bodyguard's eyes widened behind his sunglasses. "What?"