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Nanny Maisy Edmonds is furious when a stranger tries to take her orphaned little charge--stealing a shockingly explicit kiss from her in the process! Can infamous tycoon Alexei Ranaevsky really be the child's godfather? Installed in Alexei's remote Italian villa, Maisy is intent on protecting little Kostya--and doing nothing else....

Alexei's childhood-turned-nightmare means he allows himself no emotional attachments. But Maisy's beguiling sweetness has the uncompromising Russian determined to seduce her down from her inexperienced pedestal....

Alexei Ranaevsky strode across the light-filled environs of his floating boardroom and picked up the newspaper one of his staff had been careless enough to leave behind.

He had made it clear he wanted to see no reportage of the Kulikov tragedy, but now the initial shock was wearing off he found himself drawn to what could only be described as the circus that was attaching itself to events. How to dismantle that circus was his current concern.

How to grieve for his closest friend would come after.

Events had moved to the third page. A picture of Leo and Anais at a race meeting in Dubai, Leo's head thrown back, laughing, his arm welded around Anais's slender waist. A golden couple. Alongside was exactly what Alexei didn't want to see: a photograph of the mangled car wreck. The 1967 Aston Martin--Leo's 'baby'--nothing more than steel and destroyed electronics. Leo and Anais's very human bodies hadn't stood a chance.

The commentary below--because you couldn't call it news--was adjective-heavy, full of references to Anais's beauty and Leo's work for the UN. Alexei scanned it for a few seconds, then sucked in a sharp breath.

Konstantine Kulikov.


There was something about seeing that name in print that made what had felt for days now like a nightmare fiercely, immediately real. At least there was no picture of the boy. Leo had been intensely guarded about their private life: he and Anais had been fair game for the media, but their family life had been off-limits to anyone outside their circle. It was a sentiment Alexei admired him for. It was a rule he laid down in his own life. There was the public man, and the private fami-lya, and the fact that Leo had been that family for him made his grief all the more stupefying. 'Alexei?'

His head snapped up, jaw hard, eyes emotionless.

For a second her name evaded him. 'Tara,' he said.

If she noticed the lapse it did not register on her stunning face. It was a face that was currently making her several million dollars a year in beauty endorsements, in lieu of an acting career that had gone nowhere.

'Everyone's waiting, darling,' she said smoothly, crossing the space between them and pulling the newspaper out of his hands.

It was the wrong thing to do.

He had never struck a woman in his life, and he had no intention of starting now, but every fibre of his body wanted to lash out. Instead he froze. Tara lifted her chin defiantly. She was nothing if not bold--and wasn't that what had drawn him to her?

'You don't need to look at that trash,' she said harshly. 'You need to pull it together and get out there and put a civilised face on this whole debacle.'

Everything she said was everything he knew, but something--some important mechanism between his brain and his emotions--had snapped. Many would say he didn't have any emotions, not real ones. He certainly hadn't cried for Leo and Anais. He hadn't even cried for his own dead parents. But there was something surging through him that his brain wasn't going to be able to control. Something that had its wellspring in that child's name in black-and-white in newspaper ink.



From "Innocent in the Ivory Tower" by Lucy Ellis
Harlequin Presents - April 2012
ISBN: 9780373130634
Text Copyright 2012 Lucy Ellis
Cover Art Copyright 2012 Harlequin Enterprises Limited.
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Lucy Ellis