Harriet Verney has come home to claim the house her grandmother has left her, but does not count on bumping into billionaire tycoon James Edward Devereux. She's friends with James's younger brother, but has always felt unsettled by the older Devereux's rugged good looks and powerful confidence.
Now James's presence makes Harriet's pulse race faster for other reasons, especially one night in Tuscany when she wakes up to find James at the end of her bed! James soon discovers there's nothing standing in the way of their attraction -- or of Harriet conceiving their child....
Deirdre Matthews was born in a village on the Welsh-English border, where the public library featured largely in her life. Her mother, who looked upon literature as a basic necessity of life, fervently encouraged her passion for reading, little knowing it would one day motivate her daughter into writing her first novel.
At 18, she met a future Engineer, who had set in a pendant a gold sovereign, that his grandmother put in his hand when he was born, and she have never taken off since. After their marriage he swept her off to Brazil, where he worked as Chief Engineer of a large gold-mining operation in the mountains of Minas Gerais, a setting which later provided a very popular background for several of her early novels. Nine happy years passed there before the question of their small son's education decided their return to Britain. Not long afterward a daughter was born, and for a time she lived a fulfilled life as a wife and mother who always made time to read, especially in the bath!
Her husband's job took him abroad again, to Portugal, West Africa, and various countries of the Middle East, but this time she stayed home with the family. And spent a lot of lonely evenings in between the reunions when her husband came home on leave. "Instead of reading other people's novels all the time," he suggested one day, "why not have a shot at writing one yourself?" So she did.
But first she took a creative writing course. Encouraged by the other students' enthusiasm for her contributions, she decided to try her hand at romance, and read countless Mills & Boon novels as research before writing one herself. Her first novel was accepted in 1982 as Catherine George, which Romantic Times voted best of its genre for that year, along with more than sixty written since.
These days son and daughter have fled the nest, but they return with loving regularity to where she and her husband back for good from his travels live, with Prince, the most recent Labrador, in a house built at the end of Victoria's reign in four acres of garden on the cliffs between the beautiful Wye Valley and the River Severn.
Hero was a cad! He had unprotected sex with heroine yet his first reaction to her pregnancy is "is it mine?" And he claims to be totally head over heels in love with her. There was NO indication of marriage, in fact he said it in plain English, he loves her, forever, but no marriage. Suddenly after the pregnancy he's all pro marriage. So forgive me if I don't believe he didn't marry her for the kid after seeing exactly HOW strong she is, and how she loathes when he's all alpha and presumes his control over her. She has walked out on him for that behaviour once before. She was ready to do it again. Marriage was his only option!
Il romanzo inizia in sordina, carino, ma non superlativo. Poi a metà della trama si riprende, aggiungendo un po’ di pepe e trasformandosi quasi in tutt’altro. Storia carina di una ragazza che conosce due fratelli da sempre, che è la fidanzata di uno, ma innamorata dell’altro. In realtà non tutto è come sembra, insomma mi è piaciuto. Libero con onore.
A mix of old fashioned Presents and a (mostly) more modern heroine. Harriet, the heroine, is in a fake relationship with the hero's brother which James, the hero, hates with a passion. Surprise! He only hate it because he loves Harriet!
The pregnancy is only discovered/addressed near the end of the book .)
A cozy English read for a hot summer's day.
One mysterious thing: the hero's name somehow goes from Jed to James without any fuss.