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Claimed By Her Billionaire Protector. Robyn Donald
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“You shouldn’t be alone tonight.”
But accepting his offer leads to sinful temptation...
Elana Grange is primed to dislike Niko Radcliffe—the tycoon’s arrogant reputation precedes him!—so she’s not prepared for the heart-stopping, charismatic reality. Their intense chemistry sends shock waves through her, especially when she’s forced to accept his help. Elana knows she’ll find only ecstasy in Niko’s arms, but letting him close feels so very dangerous...
ROBYN DONALD lives in Northland, New Zealand, in a rural landscape bordered by the sea and formed by ancient volcanoes. An avid reader, she discovered romance novels when pregnant with her second child, and decided to try her hand at writing one. Ten years later, after abandoning more manuscripts than she cares to remember, her patient husband suggested she actually finish one and send it away. To her utter astonishment and joy it was accepted—with revisions, of course. Since then she’s completed another eighty-six, and is thrilled at the thought of some day achieving a century.
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Claimed by Her Billionaire Protector
Robyn Donald
ISBN: 978-1-474-07186-4
CLAIMED BY HER BILLIONAIRE PROTECTOR
© 2018 Robyn Donald Kingston
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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For Sheila, who patiently waited a long time for this one! Many thanks for everything.
Contents
NIKO RADCLIFFE HAD expected an unsophisticated band playing unsophisticated country music. After all, this was the northernmost part of New Zealand, a farming region of small villages, ancient volcanoes and stunning coastal scenery. Narrow and sea-bordered, the peninsula thrust north towards the equator, relying on its beauty and its history to attract tourists.
So the strains of mellow jazz drifting across the car park as he walked towards Waipuna Hall came as a pleasant surprise. Either the Far North had an unusually professional musical culture, or—more likely—the committee who’d organised the Waipuna Centennial Ball had hired the band from Auckland.
At the doors a middle-aged man stepped towards him. ‘Good evening. Can I see your ticket, please?’
Niko held it out, and after a quick scan the doorman nodded and said, ‘Welcome to Waipuna, Mr Radcliffe. I hope you enjoy