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More than he bargained for…
Giancarlo Delucca has one aim—to go global. Even if it means marrying the O'Connor heiress to secure the contract.
Keelin O'Connor wants a place on the board—and no part in thiws business "arrangement"! Gianni may have vowed to seduce his wayward bride, but Keelin is fighting him every step down the aisle.
Happily-ever-after was never part of the bargain, but Gianni finds himself intrigued by Keelin's feisty defiance. And suddenly he's determined to turn the beautiful Irish redhead's "I don't" into an "I do"!
Welcome to The Chatsfield, Rome!
- Sales Rank: #2905527 in Books
- Published on: 2015-01-20
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.57" h x .50" w x 4.21" l, .0 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 192 pages
About the Author
Abby Green spent her teens reading Mills & Boon romances. She then spent many years working in the Film and TV industry as an Assistant Director. One day while standing outside an actor's trailer in the rain, she thought: there has to be more than this. So she sent off a partial to Harlequin Mills & Boon. After many rewrites, they accepted her first book and an author was born. She lives in Dublin, Ireland and you can find out more here: www.abby-green.com
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Keelin O'Connor surveyed the lavishly decorated hotel room in the exclusive Harrington Hotel in Rome. Almost nothing was visible because glossy shopping bags covered every surface. As a shopping novice, she hoped she'd gone far enough, not really knowing what constituted gross levels of consumerism beyond what she saw on some trashy reality-TV programmes of the rich and famous.
Her fiancé—who also happened to be a complete stranger—was due any minute and she hated that the palms of her hands were sweaty with nerves when her blood still boiled with anger and humiliation at what her father expected her to do.
'You can't be serious.' She'd looked at her father two weeks ago and battled a very familiar sense of angry futility.
Liam O'Connor's expression was as hard as flint. 'I am.'
Keelin had spoken slowly as if to make sure she wasn't in the middle of a nightmare. 'You've sold me off in some marriage deal to a complete stranger—'
Her father slashed a hand through the air. 'It is not like that. Giancarlo Delucca is one of Italy's most innovative entrepreneurs. Italian food and wine exports are booming and in the space of only three years the Delucca name has gained respect all over Europe, not to mention tripled its profits, which is unheard of at the moment.'
'So what the hell does that have to do with me?'
Her tall father had put his hands on his desk and leant forward. 'What it has to do with you, my girl, is everything. I want a merger with this man to secure the future of O'Connor Foods and as my daughter you are part of the deal.'
Keelin's hands curled to fists but she'd barely noticed her nails digging into soft skin. 'This is archaic.'
Her father straightened up and said scathingly, 'Don't be so naive. This is about business. Giancarlo Delucca is a young man, and good-looking. Rich. Any woman would be delighted to have him as her husband.'
Keelin had responded bitterly. 'Any woman, perhaps, with about two brain cells to rub together.' She'd ignored her father's darkening expression and tried to call up the little she knew of Delucca from her overheated brain. 'Doesn't he have links to the Mafia?'
Her father replied tautly. 'His father had links to the Mafia. And he's dead. That's all in the past now. Delucca is determined to put it behind him and prove to people that he's respectable. That's why he's willing to marry and settle down.'
Keelin laughed but it sounded strangled and semi-hysterical. 'Lucky me!'
Liam O'Connor's grey gaze, so different to Keelin's own green one, narrowed on her. 'Haven't you always wanted me to involve you in the business?'
'Yes,' she'd said huskily, emotion a tight ball in her chest to be reminded of how comprehensively she'd been shut out. 'But as the person who stands to inherit the O'Connor brand. Not as some chattel to be sold off to the highest bidder.'
Her father's mouth had tightened. 'You've hardly given me the confidence that you can be trusted to inherit anything, Keelin.'
Futile anger rose in a dizzying rush and, terrified emotion might leak out of her eyes, she'd stalked over to the large window which showcased an impressive view of a soaring modern bridge, named after the great playwright Samuel Beckett, over the River Liffey. Dublin had sparkled benignly in the spring sunshine.
But she'd seen none of it. She'd felt only an inner tsunami of pain to be so misunderstood, still. She'd known for ever that she was a disappointment to her parents: to her mother for not being the girlie girl she wanted to show off. And to her father for being a girl, and not a worthier boy. And as soon as Keelin had recognised that as a distinct lack of love, it had seared a need into her psyche to get her father's attention at all costs, which had manifested in a series of teenage rebellions that had been as futile as they were excruciating to remember now.
And even though she'd matured and left those petty rebellions behind, nothing had really changed. Her parents hadn't even deigned to come and see her graduate from university recently.
Her own reflection was distorted in the glass-pale face, huge eyes. Red hair. Too red. It had always marked her out as far too easy to pinpoint when there was trouble, unwittingly helping her to act out her pathetic bid for love and attention.
When she'd felt composed enough she'd turned around again. 'And what about our name? If I marry him it'll die out anyway!'
Her father had shaken his head. 'No, it won't. Delucca has agreed that our name and branding will remain and be passed down to your sons.'
Her sons. With a complete stranger. A gangster.
Her father had walked around the desk to come and stand a few feet away from her, his face softening slightly. Emotion had gripped her again. Was she such a sucker for any sliver of affection that she would fall for this thinly veiled act?
He'd sighed heavily. 'The truth is that O'Connor Foods is struggling, like almost every other business out there.'
Keelin had frowned; she'd been aware that the company hadn't been doing as well as in previous years but not badly enough to merit alarm. And how would she really know when she was kept firmly excluded from the inner sanctum? 'Struggling—how do you mean?'
He'd waved a hand, avoiding a direct answer. 'Aligning with Delucca will give us the boost we need, and the protection, going forward. And then there's you. I want to know that your future is secured.'
Keelin hadn't been fooled for a second that he genuinely cared for her welfare even though a weak part of her yearned for it. She'd taken advantage of his softer stance to try to make him see that she was serious about wanting to be involved. 'But my future will be secure. I can work with you to help shore up the defences, take the company forward. I'm ready to—'
He'd lifted a hand, any trace of softness disappearing. 'If you truly want to prove that you can be part of this company in a meaningful way, then this marriage is the only solution, Keelin.'
A tiny flame of hope sputtered out. It mocked the defences she thought she'd honed over years of neglect. She shook her head, a sense of betrayal rising within her. 'I won't do it.'
Her father lashed back angrily. 'I should have known you'd balk when it came to proving the depth of your loyalty. If you walk away from this, you can consider yourself on your own.'
For a moment she'd felt as if he'd punched her in the softest part of her belly. All she wanted was to show her loyalty to her family legacy, and she was finally being offered a chance but in exchange for her personal freedom.
She'd felt sick to think that it had come to this—the ultimate rejection, if she said no. But then, in a blinding flash of inspiration, a scenario had taken shape. A burgeoning sense of hope had filled her as she said slowly, 'What if we meet and Delucca doesn't want to marry me?'
Her father waved a hand dismissively. 'Of course he'll want to marry you. You're a beautiful young woman, and you're bringing with you the opportunity he needs to break into the global market. He won't let that slip away.'
But Keelin had been barely listening to her father any more, her heart palpitating at the thought of a way out of this crazy scenario without having to burn her bridges entirely. So she'd agreed to meet with Delucca and here she was now, seconds away from that meeting.
She'd exhaustively researched him in the meantime and found that clearly he was obsessed with proving that the persistent rumour of links to the Mafia were just that. In every interview he put the focus on his business concerns and moving forward. He was the epitomy of casual Italian elegance, and to Keelin's chagrin she hadn't been able to repress a shiver of awareness when she'd seen his photos. He was darkly gorgeous, masculine. An air of intensity about him. And also danger.
He seemed hell-bent on proving himself to be a million miles removed from the scandals of his father's life, a man who had been brutally murdered by a rival Mafia faction.
And when it came to lovers he was never pictured with the same stunning woman more than twice. They were all of the same ilk: tall, brunette, sleek and gorgeous. Discreet, and oozing effortless classy style. Which was in keeping with his apparent bid not to draw adverse attention to himself. True, he skirted on the edges of being known as a playboy, but was never photographed behaving badly. And there were no salacious kiss-and-tell stories. So the playboy moniker was pretty benign.
Evidently he didn't let women get in his way when it came to his ruthless ambition. And respectability and discretion were important to him. So this gave Keelin all the ammunition she needed. A man like that couldn't want a wife! And she'd decided she needed to make herself over into everything that might possibly repel him from this union.
She'd ended up with an over-the-top trashy caricature of the kind of girl she'd known in her school peer group: rich, privileged, shallow, vain. And hopefully the kind of woman someone like Giancarlo Delucca would run screaming from.
She checked herself now in a nearby mirror—dress: short; long red hair: big; make-up: a lot. She made a face. Her mother would approve wholeheartedly. She spritzed more perfume on, swallowing back a sneeze at the overwhelming fumes.
A peremptory knock came to the hotel room door and Keelin's belly swooped alarmingly. She wasn't ready for this, she felt ridiculous. He'd see through her in an instant.
The knock came again, a little sharper. She steeled herself. She had to be ready. This was a fight for her independence and future.
Fixing what she hoped was a bright vacuous smile on her face she walked to the door and opened it. But the smile faltered when she had to lift her eyeline to the hunk in the dark blue suit on the other side.
One thing got through to her shocked brain: no mere picture could have prepared her for Giancarlo Delucca in the flesh.
Gianni reeled as he tried to take in the woman before him and not suffocate with the wave of noxious perfume that had enveloped him as soon as she'd opened the door.
His first impression was excess and everything in him recoiled from it. Lots of vibrant red hair, lots of make-up and a tight sleeveless bandeau dress that was eye-wateringly short, showing off acres of suspiciously tanned-looking skin, and an abundant amount of equally faux-tanned cleavage.
The woman in front of him didn't remotely resemble the picture he'd seen in O'Connor's office. Anger pierced him to think he'd been deceived. And rendered speechless for a moment, a state he was not used to, they just stared at each other.
And then the perfume seemed to dissipate mercifully, bringing some oxygen to his brain, restoring his faculties. He pushed the anger down, telling himself he was being too hasty.
Just as he thought that, he saw the gold necklace nestling close to that upsurge of cleavage. Joined-together looping letters spelled out K-e-e-l-i-n. Diamonds twinkled from either end.
His last lover had favoured nothing more obvious than tiny diamond stud earrings. But he forced himself to look at his potential future wife, smile and say smoothly, 'Miss O'Connor, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Giancarlo Delucca, welcome to Italy.'
She blinked, smiled and stepped back. 'Please excuse me. I just got back from doing some shopping near the Via del Corso.'
Gianni walked into the room, aware that even though she was in spindly high heels, she'd be tall without them. About five foot eight, he guessed. A dart of awareness pierced him, surprising him.
He heard the door click behind him and he had the most bizarre urge to turn around and escape. Fast. He pushed it down. He'd agreed to this cold-blooded agreement for lots of reasons, but also because he'd decided that he could handle a marriage that was a business transaction, not an emotional or romantic endeavour.
He steeled himself and turned to face Keelin again. For a second something about her over-the-top look felt slightly off but he got distracted by those unbelievably long legs and that impressive cleavage. Dio. He'd expected fresh-faced natural beauty. An intelligent refined woman, not a tarted-up society girl.
Keelin waved an arm to indicate the hundreds of luxe bags and gushed, 'Thank you so much for the welcome gift of the credit card, such a thoughtful gesture. Shopping in Rome is my absolute favourite. It's made me feel right at home.'
She glanced up from under her lashes in a way that set his teeth on edge, even as he realised that under all that smoky eye make-up her eyes were as huge and stunning as he might have expected. A kind of mossy green he'd never seen before.
'I'm afraid I saw the word trousseau and I got a little excited. They're delivering the rest tomorrow.'
'The rest?' He blanched at that, eyes widening slightly.
'Oh, yes.' She trilled a little laugh. 'This is just a few things to keep me going.
'Actually—' she looked around speculatively and bit her lip '—the Harrington Hotel is a beautiful hotel, Mr Delucca, but I'm used to a little more space. At The Chatsfield, for instance, they're so wonderful about storing shopping.'
Gianni bit down the distaste—he'd chosen this hotel because of its hushed discreet exclusivity. The Chatsfield's opulent luxuriousness tended to attract more attention, which Gianni instinctively shied away from.
'Anyway,' Keelin said brightly, drawing Gianni's attention back to her, 'this is fine for now, and I just heard a rumour that Sheikh Zayn and Sophie Parsons might be staying here.' She rolled her eyes theatrically. 'Did you see the pictures of their wedding? So glamorous and romantic. I'd love to catch a glimpse of them.'
No, Gianni thought grimly. He hadn't seen pictures of some society wedding. However, it rang a bell and he did recall something now about James Chatsfield hitting the headlines again for living up to his playboy reputation in some exclusive ski resort, which was just another reason to prefer the discretion of The Harrington.
Keelin was smiling at him guilelessly. She looked sweet but vacant. And for the first time Gianni felt something inside him tighten in rejection of a wife who would be little more than a glossy appendage on the end of his arm. Even though that's what he'd told himself he'd be happy with for the sake of a deal.
Before he could formulate another sentence though, Keelin had moved over to a small table with an ice bucket on top. As she bent forward slightly Gianni couldn't help but let his eyes follow the lean lines of her body. She was slim and toned, yet as undeniably curvy as she'd been in the photo. That at least hadn't lied.
The swell of her breast against the taut material of the dress made heat pulse in his groin. It confounded him. His head rejected everything about this woman but his body was running to a different beat. A much more visceral one.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful.
Typical HP by this author, worth reading
By Sandy Milan
When I saw 'Chatsfield' I almost didn't buy this book since I found that series pretty hit and miss. Anyway this appears to be the start of a new series and seeing as the plot (arranged marriage) and this author are good, I gave it a try. It's a good story with the usual HP elements that we all take guilty pleasure in. The H agrees to make a marriage of convenience with the daughter of a lucrative business partner. The H is gorgeous, rich etc but is trying to move his business away from the taint that his late father had left (mafia ties) and the business merger with the h's father's company will further his ambitions. The h on the other hand has always wanted a role in her father's business but been denied because she wasn't a male. Her father threatens to disown her if she doesn't marry the H (this was one of my big sticking points and I'm not sure why she didn't just walk away). She researches him and discovers everything he hates and tries to become exactly that so that he dumps her. It's really quite funny at the beginning because of what she does but there are deeper elements to the story. These two do end up married and we have a bit of a bumpy right to the hea but it was worth it ultimately. I'm not a big fan of stupid misunderstandings and the author did use a really stupid one towards the end, which was a pity. The story was worth reading though.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful.
Comical, Intense and Emotional
By A New Page Reviews
Giancarlo Delucca, has one aspiration- to ensure the family business prospers as his grandfather once envisioned and he’s willing to go to any lengths to do that, even if it means entering into a marriage of convenience with defiant heiress, Keelin O’Conner.
The only thing Keelin O’Conner has ever wanted to do, was to be a part of the O’Conner business, but as the only child to parents who feel that a women’s place isn’t in the board room, all her life dreams seem for naught, especially when her father arranges her marriage to Gianni as part of a business merger.
Abby Green takes the highly overdone marriage of convenience trope and gives it life in her latest addition to The Chatsfield Series, Delucca’s Marriage Contract. I found Keelin’s attempts to thwart the marriage comical and the wild and fiery attraction between Delucca and Keelin in line with the quick paced Harlequin Presents imprint. At times this story was intense and emotional, as both Gianni and Keelin suffer from past pains that prohibit them from forming close, bonding relationships. The climax fell just a tad bit short for me. I would have liked for it to have been a little more fleshed out and concrete, but this was still an enjoyable story
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
Loved this humors read, full of wonder pranks as they dance around each other
By Cyn
This was a 5 star all the way, there was nothing about this book that I didn’t like from the start to the finish. For all you women out there that love your alpha males and your virgin brides you will love this read. All Keelin wanted was the love of her father, to be part of a family that loved her. Her father only wanted a son and had no use for a daughter. Wait maybe he does…he works out a deal with an Italian to marry his daughter and merge the two business to a mega business. Poor Keelin wants nothing of this and goes out of her way to destroy the marriage before it even gets started. This lady has some balls, you have to laugh at the the stuns she pulls.
Giancarlo has spent his life trying to outlive his father mafia connection and build a life and business he can be proud of. When Keelin’s father puts before him a marriage contract that will make all his dreams come true it is just too good to turn down. He sees her picture of a sweet lady and thinks this is going to be easy, he will get a wife he can set aside and do as he pleases why she sets her far way taking care of his home. As we know things very seldom goes as planned as Gianni is about to find out. Keelin is determine she will never make it down that aisle she is about to make his life a living hell.
Take a ride on this very bump road these two go down, both demanding to be in control and both will lose it. I totally loved this story it shows even alpha males can have a heart and be as gentle as a baby when need be. These two hit head on from the start and the things Keelin does to drive his crazy, when he finds out she pulled a fast one on her more than once he is determined to make her his wife no matter what even if that means he has to take her kicking and screaming down the aisle.
I found this to be humors, I totally loved the pranks that were pulled, how these two danced around it to find a happy medium only to lose it all and have to start over again. It was a pleasure to watch these to find their way through the many different turns the author put them through. This was a true Harlequin romance from old and gives us a truly wonderful read from an outstanding author. This author writing style is very easy to follow as she keeps you on the edge waiting for the next shoe to drop. I look forward to many more reads from her. I pick “Delucca's Marriage Contract” as one of my favorite reads of the week.
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