Nina Singh

Reunited With Her Italian Billionaire


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      It started with a marriage for their baby...

      Now Marco’s back—to claim his wife for real!

      Brianna’s marriage to Italian tycoon Marco Dirici was for the sake of their unexpected baby. But Brianna needs the one thing she’s realized Marco can never give her—love. Fleeing to New York with her young son, Brianna tries to forget the magic of her husband’s touch. Until Marco arrives on her doorstep, determined to reclaim his family!

      NINA SINGH lives just outside of Boston, USA, with her husband, children, and a very rambunctious Yorkie. After several years in the corporate world she finally followed the advice of family and friends to ‘give the writing a go, already’. She’s oh-so-happy she did. When not at her keyboard she likes to spend time on the tennis court or golf course. Or immersed in a good read.

       Also by Nina Singh

       Miss Prim and the Maverick MillionaireThe Marriage of InconvenienceSnowed in with the Reluctant Tycoon

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      Reunited with Her Italian Billionaire

      Nina Singh

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      ISBN: 978-1-474-07726-2

      REUNITED WITH HER ITALIAN BILLIONAIRE

      © 2018 Nilay Nina Singh

      Published in Great Britain 2018

      by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

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      To my parents—you always said I could.

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       About the Author

       Booklist

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Dedication

       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

       EPILOGUE

       Extract

       CHAPTER ONE

      SHE SHOULD HAVE known he would come.

      The dark, commanding man at her back door was the last person Brianna wanted to see. Though she should have guessed. Marco Dirici had a knack for showing up in her life unbidden and unwelcome.

      Brianna peeked through the side window again. She knew it was him. The voice had confirmed it. Still, she couldn’t help but wish that maybe if she looked again it would be someone else standing there.

      No such luck. It