Table Of Content“How Long Were You Going To Wait Before Telling Me?” He
Demanded, His Voice Like Velvet Over Steel.
She decided to try to bluff him out, then abruptly changed tack, choosing to
attack him on his own terms. “I could ask you the same thing. How long were
you going to wait before telling me you’d bought this building? I never stood a
chance to buy out, did I?”
“You would have known in good time, Blair. Now, it is not like you to be
unwell, and I assume it can be due to only one thing. So, I will ask you again.
How long were you going to wait before telling me you were pregnant?”
“Until never!”
“Wrong answer.”
He covered the short distance between them in the blink of an eye. One arm
curved around her back, holding her captive against his body. And darn it, her
body responded instantly to his touch.
Dear Reader,
Family. Responsibility. Honor.
For some people these are the cornerstones of their lives, and so it is for Draco
Sandrelli and for Blair Carson, although for totally different reasons.
I’m always fascinated when I look at what drives people to do the things they do,
to strive for the goals they want to achieve. I’m always looking for the core
belief that makes them want that goal so very much. Blair Carson is one of those
driven people—but is her goal really what she wants?
In Secret Baby, Public Affair, Draco and Blair have to learn to balance the needs
that drive them with what they really want. Can an intensely proud and
aristocratic man and an equally proud and goal-driven woman find a common
ground before it’s too late for them both?
I hope you love reading this second installment in my ROGUE DIAMONDS
trilogy as much as I enjoyed developing it and bringing it to you.
In closing, I’d like to thank Josie Caporetto for her generous help with all
matters Tuscan. Any mistakes are my own.
With warmest wishes,
Yvonne Lindsay
YVONNE LINDSAY
SECRET BABY, PUBLIC AFFAIR
Books by Yvonne Lindsay
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* The Tycoon’s Hidden Heir #1788
Rosselini’s Revenge Affair #1811
Tycoon’s Valentine Vendetta #1854
Jealousy & a Jewelled Proposition #1873
Claiming His Runaway Bride #1890
† Convenient Marriage, Inconvenient Husband #1923
† Secret Baby, Public Affair #1930
YVONNE LINDSAY
New Zealand born to Dutch immigrant parents, Yvonne Lindsay became an avid romance reader at the age
of thirteen. Now, married to her “blind date” and with two surprisingly amenable teenagers, she remains a
firm believer in the power of romance. Yvonne feels privileged to be able to bring to her readers the stories
of her heart. In her spare time, when not writing, she can be found with her nose firmly in a book, reliving
the power of love in all walks of life. She can be contacted via her Web site, www.yvonnelindsay.com.
To my Mum and my (late) Dad, thank you both for
always letting me pursue my imagination, my dreams
and my goals and for always encouraging me
to believe I could achieve or be whatever I wanted.
Contents
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
One
“Y
ou were comfort sex. Nothing more.”
At least that was all she’d ever let him be. Blair maintained eye contact with
Draco Sandrelli and prayed he’d leave before she did something stupid—like
faint or throw up all over his highly polished handmade boots. Her stomach,
which had been unsettled since breakfast, clenched in a completely different way
as he flashed a smile at her, the one he’d used just before they’d tumbled into
bed together for the first time.
“Cara mia, you know I am so much more than that.”
His voice dripped sensuality, its sound sending a shimmer of heat through her.
She still woke in the night remembering the sound of him, as rich as the rolling
timbre of distant thunder on an electrically charged, storm-tossed evening. And
worse, remembering the feel of him, the sensation of his body against hers—
inside hers. She fought back the small sound that rose in her throat—a sound
driven by the heat that suffused her body and insinuated itself along her nerve
endings in curling tendrils of desire.
The gold flecks in Draco’s green eyes glinted as he watched her reaction. For
someone she’d barely met, he seemed able to read her like a book. A tiny smile
played around the sensual curve of his lips. He hadn’t even forgone his usual
designer stubble for today’s memorial service, although he’d slicked back his
glossy dark hair off his almost too perfect face, its length finishing in a ducktail
at his nape. On any other man the style would look ridiculous, but on Draco…
Blair swallowed against the sudden dryness in her mouth.
Really, for a man he was too beautiful to be classed as handsome, but despite
her reasoning her pulse still raced to a tribal beat.
“Have dinner with me tonight,” he coaxed.
