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Автор: Jessica Steele
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon Cherish
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isbn: 9781474015431
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      “Making love to a virgin could have complications I’d prefer to avoid.”

      Astra stared at him uncomprehendingly for a moment or two, and then went pink when she thought she saw what he was getting at. “I might get pregnant?” she questioned coolly, if a touch self-consciously.

      “I was thinking more that, not knowing the rules, the way these things work, you might be the clinging type,” he corrected her.

      “Clinging!” She was furious on the instant. “From gratitude, obviously,” she hurled at him.

      She saw his lips twitch. Pleasantly he enlightened her. “You might want marriage.”

      Marriage? Never! How dared he? “To you? Don’t flatter yourself, Baxendale.”

      “You’re too splendid for words when you’re angry.”

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      For three cousins it has to be marriage—pure and simple!

      Yancie, Fennia and Astra are cousins—exceedingly close cousins, who’ve grown up together and shared the same experiences. For all of them, one thing is certain—they’ll never be like their mothers, having serial, meaningless affairs; they’ve pledged that, for them, it has to be marriage or nothing!

      Only, things are about to change when three eligible bachelors walk into their lives—and each cousin finds herself with a new boss…and a potential husband?

      But will each of their stories end at the altar?

      This month it’s Astra’s turn!

      The Marriage Pledge by Jessica Steele

      HARLEQUIN ROMANCE®

      3588—THE FEISTY FIANCÉE

      3615—BACHELOR IN NEED

      3627—MARRIAGE IN MIND

      Marriage in Mind

      Jessica Steele

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      CONTENTS

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER ONE

      ASTRA stared incredulously at her immediate boss. ‘You’re saying he wants us, Yarroll Finance, to work out some sort of financial package for him?’ she questioned disbelievingly.

      ‘It hasn’t got that far,’ Norman Davis cautioned. ‘Mr Baxendale made contact this morning while you were out. Apparently word has reached him of our dynamic financial adviser, and he wants to see you.’

      ‘Me!’ she exclaimed. ‘Mr Baxendale wants to see me?’

      ‘You,’ Norman Davis confirmed.

      Astra was stunned. She knew, without false modesty, that she was good at her job. But that Sayre Baxendale, a board member of Blyth Whitaker International—and a man to be reckoned with, according to a report she had read in some financial paper only last week—should consult them was astounding. That he should approach Yarroll Finance when it came to matters of personal finance was staggering enough—and it had to be personal finance if she was involved, because that was the area in which she excelled. But that he should ask for her, in particular, to talk facts and figures with was astonishing.

      ‘You’re sure it’s me he wants to see?’ she questioned, her habit of double-checking everything to do with her work starting to kick in.

      ‘If you’re Miss Astra Northcott,’ Norman Davis beamed. Yarroll Finance was a highly respected company; to have a director of Blyth Whitaker International on their books was yet another indication of their first-class reputation in the world of finance.

      Astra stared solemnly at him. She was twenty-two and was young, she knew, to hold the position she did in a firm of such superior standing. But she had studied hard for her qualifications. Had worked hard and, given that she seemed to have a natural flair for figures and hard work, this—to be asked for personally by such an esteemed client, and client he would be if she had to work twenty-five hours a day to get him the package he wanted—seemed to her to be the very ultimate of success in the finance world.

      Then she allowed herself a smile. Her lovely lips parted to reveal beautiful white, perfectly even teeth, her happiness showing in the large green depths of her beautiful eyes. ‘I’d better ring him to make an appointment,’ she suggested. ‘Do you have his home number?’

      ‘The appointment’s already made,’ her boss informed her cheerfully. ‘Sayre Baxendale’s a very busy man. He’ll see you at his office at two-thirty tomorrow afternoon.’

      Astra would have liked to have fixed a mutually convenient time—she knew she was scheduled to be busy elsewhere at two-thirty tomorrow, and hated breaking appointments. But he who paid the piper called the tune, and apparently what Mr Baxendale wanted Mr Baxendale got. Two-thirty tomorrow was convenient for him—end of story.

      Her flicker of irritation with Sayre Baxendale at what to her seemed to be a mite high-handed had long since gone by the time she arrived home that night. She’d had a busy day, and it wasn’t over yet.

      She took her briefcase into her study, but before she started work again she went and took a shower, put a delicious-looking lasagne in the microwave to defrost and spent an hour unwinding from the demands of the day.

      If, that was, thinking about tomorrow’s appointments could be called unwinding. Thankfully, in order to accommodate Sayre Baxendale, she had been able to re-schedule tomorrow’s original two-thirty appointment; things had worked out well, as it happened, because the alternative time now suited her client better.

      Astra went over again all she had been able to glean that