Gianluca demands another, and suddenly he and Aisling are bound together forever by a baby! And at the same time instinct told her to beware. Then, at a party in Italy, Gianluca catches a glimpse of the real Aisling--a wild wanton, whom he takes to his bed. Then, at a party in the Italian countryside, Gianluca got to see a glimpse of the real woman beneath Aisling's businesslike demeanour: a wild wanton, whom he'd taken to his bed. Would Aisling like to work for Signor Palladio? And suddenly there was no end to their affair in sight, because Aisling and Gianluca were bound together for ever by a baby. But there was something about him which made Aisling feel almost…was frightened too strong a word? To present to him the impartial face her job demanded.
One night will never be enough. Quizá fuera una magnífica empleada, pero con aquellos recatados trajes que llevaba, Gianluca Palladio nunca se había parado a mirar a Aisling. . Having started that way herself, she identified with them more than anyone—but it was also a good advertisement for her business. It had been her twenty-eighth birthday, which had seemed frighteningly close to the milestone of thirty. This was the part of the job which never sat well with her.
She could think of a lot worse ways to spend your life—and the women she knew who were unencumbered by demanding husbands and equally demanding babies certainly seemed serene enough. It was the way he had of looking at you. But though she won't be Francesco's wife, she will never be free of him…she is pregnant with his child! It had come as a shock to her to realise that there was no one in her life who really mattered. To view it, Oh, if only I could give it zero stars. Gianluca demanded another, to finish what they'd started. And suddenly there was no end to their affair in sight, because Aisling and Gianluca were bound together for ever by a baby.
One night will never be enough. Aisling had spent the evening thanking all those people who had worked away like mad behind the scenes and were often forgotten. Gianluca demands another, and suddenly he and Aisling are bound together forever by a baby! I regularly visit London and Paris. Then of course they get married and fight and misunderstand each other til the last few pages. All he seemed to want to do was use her for sex at his convenience; part of me, I really was expecting a large reason he even bedded her was to knock her down a peg or two.
Other annoyance: major headhopping, to the point that I had to reread sentences to figure out who the heck was thinking what. Then, at a party in Italy, Gianluca catches a glimpse of the real Aisling--a wild wanton, whom he takes to his bed. I really liked her - she was strong and insecure all at once, able to hide it all behind her no-nonsense, professional ice-queen facade. Summary Aisling might be his top headhunter, but with her prim, frumpy exterior Gianluca Palladio has never noticed her. Do I offend you, Aisling? To view it, Honestly I'm only giving it two stars because of the heroine Aisling. The type of man who collected women like trophies, who enjoyed showing them off and then, when they had lost a little of their shiny-bright newness, discarded them for the next best thing.
Yet as she spends time with James and his son, she knows she's losing her heart to them. Until the last few pages of the book the epilogue I was convinced that Gianluca actually hated the heroine. Feel free to express whatever opinion you like—no matter how outdated it may seem. A man she found so wretchedly attractive—well, this was much more difficult. But that was the effect he had on her.
She reminded me of a couple of my own characters and I was looking forward to see how another writer would write a romance with her type of character. You are one of these women, perhaps? Gianluca demands another, and suddenly he and Aisling are bound together forever… by a baby! It was true that her lashes were dark—but did she not realise that a little make-up flattered even the most beautiful of women? He'd be lucky to get visitations and be slapped with child support payments. She could do the rest of it standing on her head—all the behind-the-scenes stuff which being a head-hunter entailed. Some people called it charm, others manipulation. When she leaned forward to peer out at the spectacular panorama like that, then the swell of her bottom brushed against the very uninteresting skirt she was wearing and hinted at the ripeness of the carefully concealed body beneath. All I got from him was a bruised ego because she wasn't behaving like every other woman who he beds, that she actually took him to his word on their one night agreement and wasn't calling and begging him for more. Whatever it was—it was as potent as hell.
Is this not the dream which occupies them from childhood? Where from her collected 'ice-queen' behavior would one get the impression she's deliberately try to trap a man with a baby? And his reaction because she had the gall to worry about not just her livelihood but the livelihood of those who worked at her very small company if things went badly! I have read romances in which heroes do all kinds of awful things to the heroine without turning a hair, but there is one thing I simply can't take in a romance: a hero who is, for more than a brief time, basically indifferent to her. That rare and interesting smile. I mean, he gets mad at her for wearing tights instead of stockings!!! Is she the jet-set career girl she's convinced herself she should be… or the bride and mother that she was clearly destined to become? He was sexy and dangerous. Wikipedia citation Copy and paste this code into your Wikipedia page. The pages will be clean and not soiled or stained and the book will be free of any page markings.
Pero una noche no era suficiente. Aisling might be his top headhunter, but with her prim, frumpy exterior Gianluca Palladio has never noticed her. Gianluca demands another, and suddenly he and Aisling are bound together forever. It takes a lot for a woman to lose custody of her child in England; there's been cases where a woman has killed one of her children and still retained custodial rights of the other children rather than the courts giving them over to the father. Nearly two years ago now—where did the time go? Yet Gianluca understood the strange twist in human nature—of not valuing things when they came too easily. She had been trying not to think about the fact that she would be celebrating that night with friends who were all in various stages of emotional commitment, and that she had been too busy building up her business to have anything in the way of a love-life.
Then, at a party in Italy, Gianluca catches a glimpse of the real Aisling-a wild wanton, whom he takes to his bed. For once she looked almost feminine and soft—an image which was banished when she turned around and presented him with that rather stern and forbidding expression of hers. She knew that if any of those workers came to England looking for work, then hers would be the name they would remember… But there was no escaping him today—nowhere to look other than into the ruggedly handsome face and the gleaming ebony eyes which seemed to be silently laughing at her. Not that anyone would put the icy Ms Armstrong in that category. I'll admit, when I picked it up, from the blurb, I thought it as going to be one of those make-over trope books and was pleased to see it wasn't. She reminded me of a couple of my own characters and I was looking forward to see how another writer would write a romance with her type of character.