Italian Prince's Pregnant Bride

9780373126521_pl.inddExtracted 1 threads from 9780373126521-exw.PDFUntitled Article 01: UntitledSHE came hurrying along the sidewalk, enveloped from head to toe in black suede, stiletto-heeled boots clicking sharply, her head bent against the rain-driven wind, and barreled into Nicolo just as he stepped from the taxi. The doorman moved forward but Nicolo had already dropped his briefcase and caught her by the shoulders. oeEasy, he said pleasantly. Her hood fell back as she looked up at him. Nicolo, always appreciative of beauty, smiled. She was beautiful, with elegant bones, a mouth that looked soft and inviting, and eyes the deep blue of spring violets, all that framed by a mass of honey-colored loose curls. If someone had to run you down, this was surely the woman an intelligent man would choose. oeAre you all right? She pulled out of his grasp. oeIm fine. oeMy fault entirely, he said graciously. oeI should have watched where I was oeYes, the woman said, oeyou should have. He blinked. She was looking at him with total disdain. His smile faded. Though he was Roman, hed spent a good part of his life in Manhattan. He understood that civility was not an art here but it wasshewhod run intohim.oeI beg your pardon,signorina,but oeBut then, she said coldly, oeI suppose people like you think you own the street. Nicolo lifted his hands from her shoulders with exag- gerated care. oeLook, I dont know what your problem is, but oeYou, she said crisply, oeare my problem. What was this? A Mona Lisa with the temperament of a hellcat. Innate old-world gallantry warred with new- world attitude. Attitude won. oeYou know, he said brusquely, oeI apologized to you when there was no need, and you speak to me as if I were scum. You could use some manners. oeJust because Im a woman oeIs that what you are? His smile was as cold as his words. oeLets see about that, shall we? Temper soaring, logic shot to hell, Nicolo pulled the blonde to her toes and kissed her. It lasted less than a second. Just a quick brush of his mouth over hers. Then he let go of her, had the satisfac- tion of seeing those violet eyes widen in astonishment And caught the rich, sweet taste of her on his lips. Sweet heaven. Had he goneun popazzo? He had to be. Only a crazy man would haul a mean- tempered woman into his arms on Fifth Avenue. oeYou,Marton, Sandra is the author of 'Italian Prince's Pregnant Bride ', published 2007 under ISBN 9780373126521 and ISBN 0373126522.