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  January’s menu

  BARONESSA GELATI

  in Boston’s North End

  In addition to all our regular flavors of Italian gelato, this month we are featuring:

  A six-foot-tall scoop of prime Italian man

  When his heart was broken two years ago, Nicholas Barone vowed never to fall in love again. But even the firstborn son of the Barone dynasty can’t control destiny.

  A cherry-topped dollop of all-American girl

  Gail Fenton had lived up to the moniker, but now she wanted to see how the other half lived. Armed with self-help magazines and faulty confidence, she set out to find the seductress living within.

  Deep, rich helping of Barones

  With their long, colorful history, the Barones are one of Boston’s most famous families. Their three-generation gelato business has attained Fortune 500 status, but for the eight Barone heirs, the family’s true legacy is love and honor.

  Buon appetito!

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  Dear Reader,

  Get your new year off to a sizzling start by reading six passionate, powerful and provocative new love stories from Silhouette Desire!

  Don’t miss the exciting launch of DYNASTIES: THE BARONES, the new 12-book continuity series about feuding Italian-American families caught in a web of danger, deceit and desire. Meet Nicholas, the eldest son of Boston’s powerful Barone clan, and Gail, the down-to-earth nanny who wins his heart, in The Playboy & Plain Jane (#1483) by USA TODAY bestselling author Leanne Banks.

  In Beckett’s Convenient Bride (#1484), the final story in Dixie Browning’s BECKETT’S FORTUNE miniseries, a detective offers the protection of his home—and loses his heart—to a waitress whose own home is torched after she witnesses a murder. And in The Sheikh’s Bidding (#1485) by Kristi Gold, an Arabian prince pays dearly to win back his ex-lover and their son.

  Reader favorite Sara Orwig completes her STALLION PASS miniseries with The Rancher, the Baby & the Nanny (#1486), featuring a daredevil cowboy and the shy miss he hires to care for his baby niece. In Quade: The Irresistible One (#1487) by Bronwyn Jameson, sparks fly when two lawyers exchange more than arguments. And great news for all you fans of Harlequin Historicals author Charlene Sands—she’s now writing contemporary romances, as well, and debuts in Desire with The Heart of a Cowboy (#1488), a reunion romance that puts an ex-rodeo star at close quarters on a ranch with the pregnant widow he’s loved silently for years.

  Ring in this new year with all six brand-new love stories from Silhouette Desire….

  Enjoy!

  Joan Marlow Golan

  Senior Editor, Silhouette Desire

  Leanne Banks

  THE PLAYBOY & PLAIN JANE

  Special thanks to Marilyn Puett

  for being the silver lining in a dark cloud.

  This book is dedicated to all the wanna-be girl jocks.

  I’m right there with you!

  Books by Leanne Banks

  Silhouette Desire

  Ridge: The Avenger #987

  *The Five-Minute Bride #1058

  *The Troublemaker Bride #1070

  *The You-Can’t-Make-Me Bride #1082

  †Millionaire Dad #1166

  †The Lone Rider Takes a Bride #1172

  †Thirty-Day Fiancé #1179

  The Secretary and the Millionaire #1208

  ‡‡Her Forever Man #1267

  ‡‡The Doctor Wore Spurs #1280

  ‡‡Expecting His Child #1292

  Bride of Fortune #1311

  ΔExpecting the Boss’s Baby #1338

  ΔMillionaire Husband #1352

  ΔThe Millionaire’s Secret Wish #1370

  **Royal Dad #1400

  Tall, Dark & Royal #1412

  **His Majesty, M.D. #1435

  The Playboy & Plain Jane #1483

  Silhouette Special Edition

  A Date with Dr. Frankenstein #983

  Expectant Father #1028

  Silhouette Books

  Labor of Love 2001

  **“The Monarch and the Mom”

  LEANNE BANKS,

  a bestselling author of romance, lives in her native Virginia with her husband, son and daughter. Recognized for both her sensual and humorous writing with two Career Achievement Awards from Romantic Times, Leanne likes creating a story with a few grins, a generous kick of sensuality and characters that hang around after the book is finished. Leanne believes romance readers are the best readers in the world because they understand that love is the greatest miracle of all. You can contact Leanne online at [email protected] or write to her at P.O. Box 1442, Midlothian, VA 23113. A SASE for a reply would be greatly appreciated.

  Meet the Barones of Boston—

  an elite clan caught in a web of danger, deceit…and desire!

  Who’s Who in

  THE PLAYBOY & PLAIN JANE

  Nicholas Barone— An American through and through—but his Italian blood runs hot. Nicholas was raised to honor family and strive for perfection. But the successful bachelor’s not a gentleman 100% of the time, much to the delight of Boston’s eligible women….

  Gail Fenton— A virgin—but, she fears, not for long. Not when her new employer, Nicholas, oozes sensuality. She claims to be immune, but she’s soon caught between decadent urges and good sense….

  Carlo and Moira Barone— As parents of eight grown sons and daughters, they’re professional worriers. But when it comes to matters of the heart, no one knows better than these two, whose love defied all the odds.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Prologue

  She’d been a blue-eyed beauty with a body that could send a man’s brains straight to his crotch. She’d also had a faithless heart of glass that could cut a man to ribbons.

  If Nicholas Barone had been a superstitious man, he would have admitted that the Valentine’s Day curse on his family continued. Almost two years ago, on February 14, he’d bought the ring and been prepared to propose to Danielle Smithson.

  He remembered using his key to enter her apartment, wanting to surprise her, only to overhear her boasting to a friend on the phone that she was going to “bag the big one tonight.” Justifiably confident of her allure, Danielle had feigned an attentiveness he’d later learned was purely calculated to achieve her goal. In this case, Danielle had been willing to pretend she adored Nicholas in order to get her hands on his family’s money.

  Bitterness still filled him at the memory of the ugly scene that had followed. When she’d been unable to deny her deception, she’d done her feminine best to placate him. Nicholas might be American through and through, but his Italian blood ran hot, and he’d sworn he would have nothing to do with her.

  Even at this moment, standing in the darkness of his daughter’s nursery on this January day, he felt anger roll through him with renewed strength. He looked down at the sleeping one-year-old daughter he hadn’t known existed until ten days ago. Just after Nicholas had broken up with Danielle, she’d found another man with a hefty bank account and had apparently tried to pawn Molly off as his daughter.

  He took a deep breath and exhaled a fraction of his bitterness. Drawing solace from the sight of Molly’s innocence and vulnerability, he heard footsteps from behind him. His mother and father, he suspected. His father would deny it, but when it came to his eight children, both of his parents were professional worriers. When Nicholas recalled
the shenanigans he and his siblings had tried to pull over the years, it was a wonder his parents hadn’t been driven over the edge.

  Feeling his mother’s hand on his arm, Nicholas turned. His father, a man who’d always managed to inspire respect despite the fact that he stood under six feet tall, shook his head as he glanced at the crib. Fierce anger emanated from him. “I’ll never forgive that woman for keeping your child from you. To think you wouldn’t have learned you even had a daughter if Danielle hadn’t died. I can never forgive her for that.”

  His father’s bitterness echoed Nicholas’s. “We don’t need to spend energy forgiving Danielle. She’s dead. I have my hands full helping Molly make the adjustment to living with me and accepting me as her father.”

  His mother squeezed his arm again. “Molly will accept you in no time. I can still help take care of her.”

  Carlo Barone put his arm around his wife’s shoulders. “I don’t want you overdoing. You may still turn men on their ears when you walk into a room, but you shouldn’t be chasing after a one-year-old all day and night.”

  Moira Barone might not have been born Italian, but she knew how to stand her ground. She lifted her red-haired head with a trace of defiance. “If you can continue to be CEO of the top gelati company in America, why can’t I chase my one-year-old granddaughter?”

  “I continue to be CEO because Nicholas is COO and I can trust him. My children have finally left home. I have earned the right to my wife’s undivided attention at the end of the day. No?” he demanded.

  Nicholas hid a grin at his father’s possessiveness. At sixty-three, his mother was still the light of his father’s life. “I appreciate you helping take care of her the past ten days and I still want you to be involved with Molly,” Nicholas assured his mother. Although his mother had been perfectly willing to care for Molly, Nicholas knew his daughter was demanding. The poor child cried frequently since she’d arrived at his home.

  “Because Molly has lost her mother, I know I need to create a stable environment for her. My housekeeper does an excellent job, but taking care of children isn’t her forte. With my demanding position, I need a nanny. I’ve already contacted a couple of reputable agencies.”

  His mother’s eyebrows knitted in concern as she glanced into the crib. “If you’re sure,” she said uncertainly.

  “I am,” Nicholas told her.

  “Nicholas is right. He will take care of the bambina and we will be good grandparents,” his father said.

  “I can still visit her as often as I want?” his mother asked.

  Nicholas’s heart softened. His mother had already grown attached to her first grandchild despite Molly’s crying jags. “Every day, if you like.”

  Moira sighed, turning to Nicholas. “She is such a beautiful child. She looks just like you when you were a baby. Curly black hair, blue eyes and a stubborn chin.” She slid a sideways glance at her husband. “You got the dark hair and stubborn chin from your father. But like your father, you’re a good man.” She met Nicholas’s gaze. “You’ll be a good father. Molly’s a very lucky girl.”

  Nicholas’s heart squeezed. His mother’s vote of confidence was a balm on his troubled soul. He was still reeling from the news that at thirty-five he was a father, and heaven knew, he wasn’t an expert on one-year-old girls. “Thanks, Mom.”

  She smiled and kissed his cheek. “It’s only the truth,” she said, and glanced at her husband. “I’ll get my coat.”

  Carlo squeezed his wife’s hand. “I’ll be with you in just a minute.”

  She nodded. “Just remember to keep your voice down. Sleeping baby.”

  As soon as his mother left, his father cleared his throat. “If you need anything, you must call me immediately.”

  Nicholas nodded. “I’ll handle this.”

  “I know you will,” Carlo said. “You’ve met every challenge put before you. I’d hoped you would find a love like the one your mother and I share…”

  Bitterness suffused Nicholas again. “I found Danielle, instead.”

  “You’re young,” Carlo protested. “Your life isn’t over.”

  “My focus now is on providing for my daughter. With a nanny, I’ll have no need for a wife.”

  “A nanny can’t take care of all of a man’s needs.”

  “A man doesn’t have to marry to take care of those needs,” Nicholas said dryly.

  Carlo wagged his finger. “One day you will understand the needs of the heart. But for now you’re right. You must concentrate on taking care of your daughter.” He hesitated a moment and his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “You were going to propose to Danielle on Valentine’s Day, weren’t you?”

  Nicholas knew his father was remembering the Valentine’s Day curse that had left its mark on more than one generation of Barones. His father had never professed belief or disbelief, just an underlying wariness. “Yes, I was. We fought and she left town.”

  A thoughtful silence followed. Carlo glanced at Molly. “If the curse is true, this time it has brought you a gift.”

  One

  Gail Fenton looked at the doozy of a run in her panty hose and tried to tug the hem of her dress lower to conceal it. She wasn’t having a good hair day, either, but with her noncompliant red curls, she couldn’t remember ever having a good hair day. Perfect grooming probably wasn’t a requirement for the job of nanny to a one-year-old, but looking like a slob during the interview wouldn’t help her chances, either. Then again, if Gail felt out of place in the elegant formal living room of Nicholas Barone’s luxurious town house, how must his poor little girl feel?

  Nicholas Barone’s assistant, Mrs. Peabody, who explained she’d come from the office to assist her boss with these interviews, looked over her half glasses. “Your résumé says you hold a degree in computer science. Why do you want to be a nanny?”

  Translation: Are you nuts to give up the prestige of a computer position to change diapers? Gail was accustomed to the question and had her answer ready. “I find working with children much more rewarding. Children smile, hug and laugh. Computers don’t.”

  “Then why didn’t you major in early-childhood education or something similar?” Mrs. Peabody asked.

  “My brother’s influence,” Gail confessed. Her brother, Adam, had wielded his influence in several areas, and with both parents gone, Gail had been susceptible to his guidance until recently. “My brother encouraged me to major in computer science because it’s a marketable field and I’ve always been pretty good with computers. But during the summer before I graduated, I took a position as a nanny and loved it. After I graduated, I worked with Manatee Computer Services. The company recently downsized, and I saw this as my opportunity to do something I want to do—work with a child.”

  “Your references are excellent,” Mrs. Peabody mused. “You realize this is a live-in position?” she asked.

  “That’s no problem for me,” Gail said. “My roommate is getting married.”

  Mrs. Peabody nodded thoughtfully. “I think Mr. Barone should meet you. Please wait while I get him.”

  Gail felt a jiggle of nerves in her stomach. “I’ll be here,” she said with a smile.

  As soon as the woman left, Gail rose and paced around the beautiful room. At her age, twenty-five, she was surprised at her case of nerves. Although she’d wanted a career change, she hadn’t realized how much she wanted this job. She wanted more of a feeling of connection in her life. She stopped pacing to study a collection of family photographs on the wall.

  The Barones. There was a passel of them, and their names and faces frequently graced the Boston Globe society and business pages. She wondered what it would be like to have that many brothers and sisters, and felt a pinch of longing. With both her parents gone, it was just Gail and her brother now, and although Adam was generous with his advice, he was busy with his own career. Gail had plenty of friends, but since college she’d missed feeling as if she really belonged.

  The sound of a woman’s cultured voice and
a child’s loud wail broke her reverie. Gail peeked out the doorway and spotted a statuesque, red-haired, older woman in what was obviously a designer dress. Not one smoothly coiffed hair was out of place, Gail noticed in awe as she absently smoothed her hand over her own mass of curls.

  The woman held a howling, dark-haired little girl in her arms. She glanced up with a pained expression and met Gail’s gaze. “Our Molly is still adjusting.”

  Curious, Gail craned her neck to get a better look at her potential charge. “A lot of us feel a little cranky when we first wake up. Amazing what a diaper change, juice and a cookie can do.”

  The woman smiled and walked closer. “A diaper change for adults?”

  “Well, you must admit some adults act like their underwear is a little too tight, and they don’t have the excuse of a wet diaper.”

  The woman gave a throaty chuckle. “So true. I’m Moira Barone and this is Molly. Sorry I can’t offer my hand.”

  “I’m Gail Fenton. Pleased to meet you and Molly.” Gail gasped at the beauty of the screaming child. “My goodness, she’s gorgeous. Even with her face red as a tomato.”

  Moira chuckled again, then shook her head. “I think she’s just getting herself more worked up.”

  Gail blew into the baby’s face. Molly paused in her screaming and opened her eyes, her long black eyelashes damp with tears. She stared hard at Gail, and her lower lip protruded as if she was gearing up for another cry.

  “Peekaboo,” Gail said, and moved out of sight.

  Silence, followed by a hiccup.

  Gail popped back. “Peekaboo,” she said with a smile and moved away.

  Silence again. Molly turned her head to search for her.