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Javier stopped Carla by pressing his lips against hers, hot and hard, and then pulled away before temptation got out of hand. ‘Take the night, think about it, and give me your answer in the morning. I know you’ll choose wisely.’
‘You’re so certain you know what I’ll decide?’
He shrugged. ‘Besides the pleasure you’ll receive in my bed, there’s the added benefit that once your father knows you’re mine—truly mine—he’ll think twice about threatening you again.’
‘So those are my choices? Choose you or choose him?’
‘The writing’s been on the wall for a while, Principessa. This way you know you’re backing the right horse.’
He flung the door open and grabbed her hand. In the bright light of the foyer he caught a clearer glimpse of her outfit and cursed himself for giving her the night to agree to his demands. The ache in his groin alone threatened to fracture his mind.
Although his every instinct screamed at him to go after her, when she’d muttered goodnight and made a beeline for her bedroom Javier stayed put.
Morning would come soon enough.
Carla Nardozzi would be his.
MAYA BLAKE’s hopes of becoming a writer were born when she picked up her first romance at thirteen. Little did she know her dream would come true! Does she still pinch herself every now and then to make sure it’s not a dream? Yes, she does! Feel free to pinch her, too, via Twitter, Facebook or Goodreads! Happy reading!
Signed Over to Santino
Maya Blake
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CARLA NARDOZZI TOOK the chauffeur’s proffered hand, stepped out of the luxury SUV and was immediately bombarded with the sights and sounds of New York City. The journey from her Upper East Side hotel to Midtown had been as tense and chilly as the air conditioning blasting from the vents.
To her right, her father, Olivio Nardozzi, stood stiff and seething.
Carla would’ve summoned a genuine smile for the driver had she been able to function in anything other than a complete state of ongoing shock.
The past seven days had unfolded in a series of bombshells she could scarcely wrap her head around. Bombshells she’d struggled to navigate without going under until she’d eventually, exhausted, settled in a place of icy numbness. But the biggest trial of all lay ahead of her. Or more accurately, it lay above her, sixty-six floors up in the office of the man she’d hoped never to set eyes on again.
As if pulled by powerful magnets, her gaze slid up the glass façade of the building housing the esteemed J Santino Inc.
An opportunity beyond your wildest dreams.
A once-in-a-lifetime endorsement deal.
A collaboration even a figure skater with your prominence would be insane to turn down.
For the better part of a year, those words had been impressed upon her by her father and her advisors. Lately, they’d been uttered in the solemn, no-nonsense tones of her agent and friend, Draco Angelis, who’d been at a loss as to why she was resisting the life-changing deal.
She’d listened and nodded in all the right places but had known she would never accept the deal. Never have anything to do with the man heading the globally successful luxury goods company.
She’d kept her secret for three years and Carla had had no intention of facing it, or the man it involved, ever.
Until her reality had drastically altered.
A shiver that had nothing to do with the blustery March spring day rattled her bones.
In a few minutes, after long years of strictly regimented avoidance, she would be face to face with Javier Santino.
The man who’d taken her virginity. The man who’d granted her the most sensual, intensely unforgettable night of her life. The man who’d then absorbed her shocked, poorly delivered words the morning after with granite-faced hatred, then proceeded to banish her from his life with the cold incisiveness of a scalpel-wielding surgeon.
Years later, Carla still couldn’t recall those harrowing hours without the naked blade of fear striking her heart.
It was the reason she’d avoided Javier Santino at all costs. It was the reason this was the last place she would’ve willingly placed herself.
‘Come on, the deal isn’t going to finalise itself with you standing out here staring at the building.’
The numbness that had wrapped itself tightly around her eased for a cracked moment, replaced with myriad volatile emotions as she stared at her father. Disappointment. Sadness. Anger. A deep and painful burgeoning acceptance that Olivio Nardozzi had a vastly differing definition of parental love