When sweet, virginal Kate Mulhoon met top Hollywood producer Santino
Rossi she was swept away by his fiery passion. He knew nothing of her innocence,
or of the baby they made that night…
That intimate, sensuous evening is etched on Santino’s mind – so
when Kate appeart on his film set in Rome, five years later, the gorgeous Italian
millionaire is in the mood for a re-run of their passionate affair. The only problem
is Kate’s obvious evasion of his attentions…
Santino’s determined to find out what she’s hiding, and once he
does he will make her his…Her secret can’t be that bad…can
it?
His daughter! There wasn’t a shred of doubt in
his mind. The child was his, every inch of her a Rossi…the high colour,
the cheek-bones, the jet-black hair, the curls, the luminous brown eyes that stared
straight into his soul. She was his child, his daughter, his baby, the first and
only member of his family. He went cold to think of all the years that had been
stolen from him…from both of them. And he didn’t even know her
name.
‘Mummy…’ She tugged at Kate’s sleeve. ‘Who is
this man? I like him.’
His heart shattered and fell in pieces at his daughter’s feet. Anger,
anger such as he had never known, was rising deep inside him. He should have known
that this was the reward you got for ever thinking about trusting a woman.
‘Say hello to you daddy, Francesca.’
Francesca…Francesca…Francesca…
‘Hello,’ his daughter said solemnly.
Kate was desperate for him to look at her, for him to offer her some reassurance,
but he only had eyes for the child…the child reaching out to him.
To him.
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