Katrina Cudmore

Resisting The Italian Single Dad


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      Falling in love…

      Under the Italian sun!

      As a sleep consultant, Carly Knight has had many strange requests, but none quite as unusual as accompanying a client to a Lake Como wedding! Widower billionaire Max Lovato has hired her to help his daughter, yet while spending time with Max amid the champagne and confetti, Carly realizes little Isabella isn’t the only one hiding a wealth of pain. But helping to heal Max’s scarred heart means risking her own once again.

      A city-loving book addict, peony obsessive KATRINA CUDMORE lives in Cork, Ireland, with her husband, four active children and a very daft dog. A psychology graduate, with an MSc in Human Resources, Katrina spent many years working in multinational companies and can’t believe she is lucky enough now to have a job that involves daydreaming about love and handsome men! You can visit Katrina at katrinacudmore.com.

       Also by Katrina Cudmore

      Swept into the Rich Man’s World

      The Best Man’s Guarded Heart

      Her First-Date Honeymoon

      Their Baby Surprise

      Tempted by the Greek Tycoon

      Christmas with the Duke

      Discover more at millsandboon.co.uk.

      Resisting the Italian Single Dad

      Katrina Cudmore

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      ISBN: 978-1-474-09057-5

      RESISTING THE ITALIAN SINGLE DAD

      © 2018 Katrina Cudmore

      Published in Great Britain 2018

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

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      To Harry, my night owl.

      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

       EPILOGUE

       Extract

       About the Publisher

       CHAPTER ONE

      THE EXACT SECOND her office clock hit midday, Carly Knight grabbed her laptop bag and the yellow cardboard box jammed with the natural sleeping aids she brought to all her parent talks. She was about to leave her office when the angry blare of a car horn from the road outside had her pause by her office window to watch a taxi driver angrily weave past a silver car that had pulled in on the double yellow line.

      The driver’s door slowly opened. A tall, powerfully built man climbed out. He moved to the other side of the car. Wasn’t he worried about getting a parking fine? But then, given the car he was driving, a parking fine would probably be nothing more than pocket change to him.

      He came to a