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A Ring for Vincenzo's Heir

By:Jennie Lucas
"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!


"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.


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?"