The Deserving Mistress

The Deserving Mistress
Carole Mortimer

Carole Mortimer is one of Mills & Boon’s best loved Modern Romance authors. With nearly 200 books published and a career spanning 35 years, Mills & Boon are thrilled to present her complete works available to download for the very first time! Rediscover old favourites - and find new ones! - in this fabulous collection…What the tycoon wants…May Calendar has spent most of her life looking after her sisters and running the family business—and she's determined not to let anyone take her home and livelihood! Especially not arrogant property tycoon Jude Marshall!However, sexy, charming Jude always gets what he wants and now is out to wine and dine May! With a devastating secret to keep, May has never let anyone get too close. Besides, Jude is more the mistress type and May one day hopes to be a wife!

They’ve got a date—at the altar!

International bestselling author Carole Mortimer has written more than 115 books, and now Mills & Boon

is proud to conclude her popular CALENDAR BRIDES trilogy.

Meet the Calendar sisters:

January—is she too proud to become a wife?

March—can any man tame this free spirit?

May—will she meet her match?

These women are beautiful, proud and spirited—and now they have three rich, powerful and incredibly sexy tycoons ready to claim them as their brides!

The Deserving Mistress

Carole Mortimer

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

For Matthew—I’m so proud of you.

Table of Contents

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Dedication (#u0197ada6-2258-5131-aa53-66a0009db749)

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CHAPTER ONE (#ud152c44c-76e8-5071-b9f6-c8988b9d462c)

CHAPTER TWO (#uabc7d626-f297-5910-8a8c-f1490d57ea6d)

CHAPTER THREE (#u88cf5420-5452-5b4c-82a1-43e425ce5772)

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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_5bba123a-9fdd-59fb-b1ea-005d7ef20683)

‘ARE you having a heart attack or just resting?’

May had heard the approach of the car into the farmyard, had even managed to slightly raise one eyelid in order to register the fact that it wasn’t a vehicle she recognised. Which meant her visitor was either lost, or a seed or fertilizer salesman, neither of which raised enough enthusiasm to rouse her from her sitting position on the convenient bale of hay outside the milking shed.

She managed a grunt of acknowledgement. ‘Which do you think?’

‘In all honesty—I’m not sure!’ The man sounded slightly surprised by his own uncertainty, as if it weren’t an emotion that came naturally to him.

May managed to pry that single eyelid slightly open a second time, just enough to be able to have a look at her unexpected visitor.

Probably aged in his mid to late thirties, the man was tall, very much so, with thick dark hair that looked inclined to curl, dark brows frowning over piercing grey eyes, an arrogant slash of a nose, his mouth grimly set over a squarely determined chin.

Uncertainty about anything certainly wouldn’t sit easily on those broad shoulders, either!

‘Well, let me know when you’ve made up your mind.’ May sighed wearily, closing her eyelid again.

‘Hmm,’ he murmured thoughtfully. ‘I’ve never actually seen anyone have a heart attack, but I’m sure they should be in more pain than you appear to be in. On the other hand, falling asleep sitting outside on a bale of hay, in a temperature that can’t be much above freezing, doesn’t seem too comfortable, either!’ he concluded dryly.

May gave a dismissive movement of her shoulders. ‘Anywhere is comfortable to fall asleep when you’ve been up all night.’

‘Ah,’ the man murmured knowingly.

She opened her eyes just wide enough to glare at him. ‘With the vet,’ she defended impatiently before closing her eyes again.

‘I see,’ the man drawled wryly.