Senna Callas’s one-night stand with her alpha asshole boss, Marco Medina, was supposed to mark the end of her internship and their ridiculous attraction. After being unreachable and ignoring Senna for a year, Marco sweeps back into the country and summons her to his office, revealing he knows her secret…the secret created during their explosive night together.
Marco is determined to be there for the son he’s just discovered he has, but when it comes to being with Senna, his choices aren’t his own. His meddling family expects him, the firstborn son, to follow through with the arranged marriage set up when he was a child. And Senna has no plans on being his mistress and still resents how her attempts to contact Marco were ignored. The only thing going right between them is the attraction that burns no matter the complicated situation they’re in.
Marco would do anything to protect his family, anything except decide between the legacy he was born into and the young family he’s just found…
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“He’s not just your son, or even our
son. He’s part of a lineage, a birthright that demands certain behavior. Any
Medina heir should be raised knowing our place in the world and the responsibility
we have to the men, women, and children of Barcelona and Girona.”
Senna watched as Max tried valiantly
to detach the probably solid gold links from the cuffs of what was certainly a
custom shirt.
“That’s an incredible amount of
pressure to put on yourself…and on a baby.”
His voice hardened again. “Max is a
Medina. He’s the firstborn of a firstborn. He will fulfill his duties. That’s
the way it’s been done for centuries.”
“It sounds like a prison sentence.
What if he wants to be a doctor or a rock star or something?”
Marco’s laugh was harsh. “Firstborn
sons don’t get to have dreams, princesa.”
She glanced at Max playing happily
in his father’s lap, his big, expressive brown eyes taking in all the shiny
newness that was Marco. So precious and innocent. Then the doubt hit her like a
vicious punch. What have I sentenced him to?
“It’s not all bad, Senna. I love
what I do, and I think I’m pretty good at it.”
“Yes, but if you had a choice, would
this have been it?”
“I don’t know. Probably. I mean, I
think every little boy has dreams of growing up and fighting fires or flying
fighter jets.” His smile was thin.
She sighed. “I wanted to train
dolphins at SeaWorld. So I get it. Plans change. Life happens.”
“For a Medina the plan is set. And
it’s an honor and a privilege. Max will grow to see that one day.”
“Just like you have?”
“Yes.” His answer was firm,
resolute.
He finally stood up to face her, but
he didn’t relinquish the baby. His features were fixed and stony. His eyes
flashed with fire, his words tumbled out low and foreboding.
“Senna, I want Max to meet his
family in Girona.”
“Okay. I’m sure we can arrange
something.”
“I want to take him to Spain with
me. Today.”
She stood to face him, panic
consuming her.
“You can’t just take him, Marco. We
can work out some sort of agreement, but he doesn’t go anywhere without me.”
“Fine, Senna. In that case, let me
tell you what is going to happen.”
This should be good.
Amy Ayers remembers writing her first fiction as an introspective tween in rainy Portland, Oregon. She took a break from writing to move with her family to the desert of Phoenix, Arizona. She graduated from the University of Arizona with a degree in Journalism and a minor in Women’s Studies which lends itself to writing strong, opinionated heroines. She has worked as an Editor, a Job-Skills Trainer, and as an Executive Assistant. She even spent a college semester writing articles for the Tombstone Epitaph in the town ‘too tough to die’. She currently divides her time between her writing, her family (including one husband, four boys and two dogs), and her daily commute to work. A life-long lover of literature, she began writing her own contemporary romance in earnest in 2014 and is thrilled to be published with Entangled. She hopes to win the lottery someday so that she can devote all of her time to writing; until then, she writes when she can.
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