Annie's Secret

2010 UK Edition
By Carole Mortimer
Publisher	Harlequin Presents #2964
	Mills & Boon Special Releases
Release Month	Jan 2011 (US)
	Dec 2010 (UK)
The Balfour Brides - US or The Balfour Legacy - UK Series
Preceded by	Zoe's Lesson
Followed by	Bella's Disgrace
Harlequin Presents Series #
Preceded by	The Reluctant Surrender
Followed by	The Bride Thief

• US Title: Annie And The Red-Hot Italian
• Author: Carole Mortimer
• Publisher: Mills & Boon Special Releases
• Year: 2010, November 19 (Part of Mills & Boon December Releases)
• Setting:
• Series: The Balfour Brides - US Only or The Balfour Legacy - UK and AUS Only
• Amazon Listing: Annie And The Red-Hot Italian (US) or Annie's Secret (UK)

Book Description

Blurb 1

From the back cover of Harlequin Presents #2964, January 2011, US Edition:

Will Luca discover that he has a son?

Annie is a single mother who adores her young son—but as one of the notorious Balfour heiresses, she will have to work hard to give her baby a normal childhood. Then a chance meeting forces her back into the world of Luca de Salvatore, the gorgeous father of her child!

Luca doesn't know that he has a son. Annie has to tell him, but Luca can't see past her spoiled and scandalous Balfour reputation. Can Annie find a way to make Luca understand—and let her little boy know his father?

Blurb 2

From the back cover of Mills & Boon Special Releases , December 2010, UK Edition:

EIGHT SISTERS, EIGHT SCANDALS

For once in her so-far-practical life, Annie was going to be daring...

Annie is a single mother who adores her young son — but as one of the notorious Balfour girls, she has to work hard to give her baby a normal childhood. Then a chance meeting forces her back into the world of Luca de Salvatore, the gorgeous father of her child!

Luca doesn't know that he has a son. Annie has to tell him, but all Luca can see is the spoiled and scandalous Balfour heiress. Can Annie find a way to make Luca understand — and keep her little boy safe?

Excerpt 1

From the inside cover of Harlequin Presents #2964, January 2011, US Edition or the inside cover of Mills & Boon Special Releases , December 2010, UK Edition:

It was him!

Luc.

No, not Luc, Annie realized as she began to tremble, but Luca de Salvatore.

She had never even guessed, never imagined, that the Luca de Salvatore, spoken of with so much awe and respect by people equally as powerful as he—such as her father—was actually Luc! Her Luc!

No, not her Luc, Annie corrected shakily. He had never been her Luc. One night together four and a half years ago hadn't made him hers. And Luca de Salvatore, with a well-earned reputation for being coldly ruthless in his personal life as well as in business, had never belonged to any woman....

Excerpt 2

From eharlequin.com:

Lake Garda, Italy June 2010

'I'll be home in a couple of days, darling.' Annie spoke warmly into her mobile, totally unaware of the sunshine and beauty of the scenery of the lake outside the long windows of the bustling hotel as she hurried down the carpeted hallway to the conference room on the ground-floor level. 'I love you too, Oliver—oomph!' Annie was brought to an abrupt—and painful—halt as she crashed into an immovable object.

A warm, firmly muscled, very male object, Annie recognised as the free hand she had raised to steady herself came to rest on one broad shoulder and she felt the ripple of those powerful muscles beneath her fingers.

'I'm so sorry—' Annie's laughing apology strangled in her throat, her face paling, as she looked up into the coldly brooding, breathlessly handsome face.

No…

It couldn't be Luc! Could it?

Annie felt absolutely stunned. Could this man really be the same one she'd met four and a half years ago?

Apart from the fact that she had only ever seen the tall and lithely muscled Luc in ski wear or casual denims and cashmere sweaters, and this man was dressed in an expensively tailored suit and white silk shirt with a silver-coloured tie meticulously knotted at his throat, he certainly looked a lot like the man Annie had met, and spent a hot and steamy night with, all those years ago. Except…

That Luc had had shoulder-length dark hair, whereas this man's hair was cut short—in an effort to control the inclination it'd had to curl? But this man's eyes, dark as onyx in an arrogant and harshly uncompromising face, were the same. As was the long slash of a nose, and the chiselled mouth above a ruthlessly set jaw.

He looked identical, and yet, at the same time, so very different…

The Luc Annie had met on an Italian ski slope four and a half years ago had possessed a reckless glint in the ebony darkness of his eyes. His hard grin had betrayed that same air of devil-may-care that had drawn the quiet and—until then—eminently sensible twenty-year-old Annie to him, like a moth to a flame.

There was not even a hint of that dangerous recklessness now in those penetrating black eyes that returned Annie's gaze so coldly.

Eyes that also seemed to totally lack the same jolting recognition that she now felt.

Annie removed her hand as if burnt from the broadness of his shoulder as she took an involuntary step backwards. At the same time becoming aware that she hadn't so much as drawn in a breath since she had looked up and instantly recognised her fiercely passionate lover in this icily controlled man.

Annie took a much-needed breath. 'Scuse, signore—' 'I speak English, signorina,' he bit out curtly. Dear God, that voice…

No amount of steely coldness could ever disguise the voice that had once murmured husky encouragements against Annie's throat and breasts as she climaxed again and again beneath the fierce, possessive thrusts of his hard body..

It was Luc.

But a different, much colder Luc than Annie remembered.

Twenty-six-year-old Luc had been wild and restless. Everything he did—from skiing to lovemaking—had been possessed of a driving, single-minded energy that dared anything and anyone to deny him. The same single-minded energy with which he had set out—and succeeded—in seducing Annie…

No one looking at the man standing in front of her could ever doubt that he possessed that same determination of purpose. But now that energy was as fiercely controlled as it had once been wild, and his emotions were hidden behind a face that showed only an arrogance and ruthlessness that made Annie shiver as he continued to look down at her coldly from a vastly superior height.

Luc's patience, never at a premium, evaporated with each second that this young woman continued to stare up at him as if she had seen a ghost. Or her worst nightmare. Certainly not the reaction that Luc was accustomed to evoking in any woman!

A humourless smile curled his lips. 'Or perhaps it is signora?' he asked.

'No, you were right the first time,' she answered.

Luc felt a slight stirring of memory as the woman spoke softly. Her voice possessed a husky quality that somehow seemed familiar.

He took in her medium height and slender body, clothed in a black business suit and white silk blouse. Her hair was a deep chestnut brown secured at her nape, her face heart shaped. It was an arrestingly beautiful face with a small, uptilted nose, and sensually full lips above a pointed and determined chin. A face dominated by eyes as deep a blue as Lake Garda itself.

Again Luc felt that slight stirring of familiarity. 'Have we met before, signorina?' he asked slowly.

She blinked before giving a brittle, dismissive laugh. 'I don't know, have we?' she said, deflecting his question back at him.

Luc bit back his increasing impatience. 'I believe I asked first?' he pointed out coldly.

And he could go on asking, as far as Annie was concerned! All this time, all these years, Annie's worst fear had been that she would somehow, somewhere, meet Luc again. A meeting that she knew would complicate her life in ways she didn't even want to contemplate.

Now, by some terrible mischance, she had met him again, had met the man who had changed her own life forever—and he didn't even remember her!

The relief Annie should have felt was overlaid by a deep resentment. This man had literally skied his way into her life and introduced the normally reserved Annie Balfour to an intensity of passion and excitement she had never known before or since, before disappearing again just as abruptly.

Only for her to now realise that their time together, all those wonderful memories that she had never quite been able to put from her mind, had meant so little to him that he didn't even remember her. Arrogant louse!

Her chin lifted in silent challenge. 'I'm sure one of us would have remembered if that were the case, signore.'

Luc wasn't so sure. The pallor of this woman's face, the angry resentment he sensed beneath her tone, seemed to tell a completely different story. One in which he had patently not appeared in a good light.

As the only son and heir of a rich and powerful Italian business entrepreneur, Luc's youth had been one of wealth and privilege, with his every wish being granted. As a consequence, Luc knew he had become arrogant, and possessed of an overconfidence in his own infallibility. A youthfully arrogant belief that had continued after he had proved to have his father's flare for business, and at only eighteen had been placed in a position of power within his father's business empire. Until the overconfident Luc had taken one risk too many and the whole of his father's empire had come tumbling down about their ears.

Luc's mouth tightened as he thought of that time. Of the past four and a half years when he had concentrated single-mindedly, often ruthlessly, on rebuilding that business empire until it was bigger and better than ever. Years when there had been very few women in his life, and even then only ones who had shared his bed for the night and been quickly forgotten afterwards.

Had the young woman who now stood before him in the crisp black business suit, with her chestnut-brown hair secured in that no-nonsense bun at her nape, the clear lines of her face bare of any make-up to enhance her natural beauty, been one of them?

Somehow Luc thought not. Unlike this woman, those women had invariably been tall and blonde, rich and vacuous socialites. Nevertheless, as he continued to look at her, that feeling of familiarity persisted..

His mouth quirked. 'You appear to have forgotten your telephone call,' he drawled.

Annie gave a startled glance down at the mobile she still held in her hand. The mobile from which a concerned voice could be heard squawking, if not the actual words being spoken.

Oliver.

In her utter shock at seeing Luc again, Annie had completely forgotten that she had been talking to Oliver when she had crashed into the tall Italian.

She swallowed hard. 'If you will excuse me?' She deliberately turned her back on the powerful effect of this man's close proximity, intending to escape to somewhere more private to continue her call.

Although she wasn't sure she was going to be able to talk to Oliver with any degree of normality after this chance, disturbing meeting. In fact, the sooner Annie was able to get away from Lake Garda—no, from Italy altogether—and the man she'd had a one-night stand with, who didn't even remember her, the better she was going to like it.

Deeply aware that Italy was the place where she had met Luc and behaved so impulsively, Annie hadn't wanted to attend this management course at the conference centre in a hotel on the shores of Lake Garda at all, and had only done so because her father had insisted.

A father who, still reeling from the death of Lillian, his beloved third wife and Annie's stepmother, had become dictatorial with all of his daughters following the scandal that had rocked the family to its very core during the celebration of the centenary Balfour Charity Ball the previous month.

Annie froze as she felt strong fingers curl about her upper arm before she had chance to walk away. Luc's fingers. Long, elegant fingers that nevertheless possessed a compelling strength.

Fingers that had once caressed and touched Annie more intimately than any other man ever had. And which still had the power to send an electrifying jolt of awareness down the length of her arm and up into the fullness of her breasts. Breasts that, to Annie's embarrassment, instantly responded to the familiarity of that touch as they swelled inside her bra, the nipples pressing against the lacy material.

Annie's eyes, the deep Balfour blue eyes, were flashing a warning as she turned back to face Luc. 'Take your hand off me!' She spoke between gritted teeth, her face having once again paled.

Luc lowered hooded lids at the vehemence he heard in her tone. No, he had not imagined it earlier; there was definitely some resentment being displayed here towards him, a resentment he wished to know more of.

He made no effort to release her. 'Would you care to have dinner with me this evening?'

Her eyes widened as she stared up at him uncom-prehendingly for several long seconds. 'What?' she finally snapped even as the colour rushed back into her cheeks.

Luc gave a brief humourless smile. 'I asked if you would have dinner with me this evening. In apology for having almost knocked you over just now,' he added, both of them fully aware that it was her lack of attention to where she was going that had caused the collision.

She gave him a speaking glance. 'Thank you for the invitation,' she answered drily. 'But no.'

Luc narrowed dark eyes, unaccustomed to being turned down by any woman. 'Why not?' he asked bluntly.

Eyes the colour of cornflowers, and surrounded by thick dark lashes, glared at him fiercely. 'Because I don't allow myself to be picked up by men I don't know in hotel hallways, that's why! Now would you please let go of my arm or do I have to call a member of the management and have them throw you off the premises for harassing one of their guests?'

That might prove interesting, considering that Luc's family owned the hotel!

'That will not be necessary,' he murmured even as he slowly uncurled his fingers and released her arm. 'The dinner invitation was no more than a gesture of apology on my part.' He shrugged dismissively.

Annie, having already been completely thrown by Luc's unexpected invitation to dinner, thankfully felt the easing of that tingling sensation in her arm and breasts once he had released her.

Just as she also felt slight disappointment that she couldn't—no, daren't—accept his dinner invitation…

Oh, no—she couldn't still be attracted to this man!

Could she?

No, of course not! He had erupted into her life, taken what he wanted from her and then literally disappeared into the sunset.

As Annie had taken what she wanted from him?

With three older sisters, all of whom had made headlines in the daily newspapers at one time or another, and three younger sisters—four now!—who looked to be heading the same way, Annie was the one who had always preferred to remain firmly in the shadows of the publicity so often connected with the Balfour name.

A fact her father had been well aware of when he encouraged her to join her university friends on that skiing holiday in Italy more than four years ago.

To Annie's surprise, away from the pressure and publicity that so often accompanied being a Balfour, and the constant competitiveness so typical of a Balfour family holiday, she had found herself relaxing and enjoying herself.

Consequently, when Luc had flashed that dangerous grin at her and issued his challenge for her to accompany him down the steepest black run at the resort, Annie had been more than open to his heady brand of seduction.

So much so that she had behaved completely out of character after going back to Luc's luxurious chalet with him. As he had suggested, they had drunk schnapps together while cooking a meal, Annie wrapped in a glorious rosy glow as the two of them made love in front of the blazing log fire.

It had been a time out of time. When she could just be Annie. And Luc could just be Luc.

But who was he really? Annie wondered now as she glanced at him cautiously. Because, from the expensive cut of his hair, the tailored suit, silk shirt and tie and handmade leather shoes, he was obviously someone important.

Not to mention someone she had wanted to avoid seeing again at all costs!

'No apology is required,' she assured him crisply. 'Now, if you will excuse me, I really do have to finish my call.'

Luc regarded her with guarded intensity. 'I cannot help feeling that the two of us have met before,' he insisted.

'In another lifetime perhaps,' she retorted.

'Perhaps,' Luc echoed slowly.

There was something about the delicate curve of this woman's jaw, the deep blue of her eyes, the husky, sexy softness of her voice, that he knew.

Nor had Luc missed her response to merely the touch of his fingers on her arm. Her breasts had visibly swelled beneath the jacket of the black suit, the nipples pebble hard against the soft material of her blouse.

And he thought her eyes once again widened in alarm at his persistence in suggesting that they had met before.

'Will you be remaining at the hotel for long?' he asked curiously.

'The weekend only,' she replied curtly. 'But I'm here on business and expect to be kept very busy, so I doubt that we will have a chance to meet again,' she added firmly.

She so obviously hoped that they would not meet again, Luc acknowledged. Interesting.

Publication History

• 2010, October 01 - Hardcover Release (Library Edition) (Mills & Boon) (UK Original Release) - ISBN-10/13: 0263216500/978-0263216509
• 2010, November 19 - Ebook and Paperback Release (Part of Mills & Boon December Releases) (Mills & Boon Special Releases)

Ebook: UK

Paperback: ISBN-10/13: 0263870634/978-0263870633

• 2011, January 01 - Ebook, Kindle, Paperback, and Paperback Large Print Release (Harlequin Presents #2964) (US Original Release)

Ebook: eISBN: 978-1426879234

Kindle: ASIN-10: B004GEAF2O

Paperback: ISBN-10/13: 0373129645/978-0373129645

Paperback Large Print: ISBN-10/13: 0373237286/978-0373237289

• 2011, January - Ebook and Paperback Large Print Release (Harlequin Mills & Boon Special Releases) (AUS Original Release)

Ebook: eISBN: 978-1742901695

Paperback: ISBN-13: 978-1742557274

• 2011, July - Paperback Release (Harlequin Destinos #111) (BR Original Release) - ISBN-13: 978-8539801541

BR Title: Herdeira Do Segredo Omnibus with Herdeira Da Lição by Kate Hewitt, Part of As Noivas Balfour Series

Cover Variation (By Release Date)

Dec 2010 <br\> UK Edition

Jan 2011 <br\> US Edition

Jan 2011 <br\> LP US Edition

Jan 2011 <br\> LP AUS Edition

Jul 2011 <br\> Brazil Edition

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Note: The Balfour Brides Series is a Publisher Continuity Series under the US Harlequin Presents Imprint.

The Balfour Legacy Series - UK & AUS

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