Draco's Marriage Pact, Book #7

• Marriage of Convenience
• Secret Baby
• One Night Stand
• Steamy Romance

A one night stand . . .
A secret baby . . .

When Draco Dante experiences The Inferno with Dante family rival, Shayla Charleston, he isn’t the least opposed. In fact, he sweeps her off her feet and straight into his bed. What he doesn’t expect is for her to disappear after their one night of passion. Unwilling to let her go and with The Inferno burning in his veins, he spends months searching for her . . . only to discover Shayla is expecting his baby. Like, now!

On the eve of her twenty-fifth birthday, Shayla Charleston has three goals. 1. Make sure her grandmother is taken care of. 2. Take off for Europe with her new boss. 3. Experience a one-night stand. Instead, she ends up in bed with the one man she should avoid at all costs . . . a Dante, her grandmother’s nemesis.

Now nine months pregnant, Shayla is torn between families—her husband’s and hers. Even though Draco is reluctant to trap Shayla in an unwanted marriage, he’s determined his son will bear the Dante name. So they come to an agreement. She’ll marry him and, unwillingly, he’ll let her go.

Can The Inferno resolve old rivalries? And more important, can it prove that love and family trumps everything, even a marriage pact?

Note to Readers: Draco’s Marriage Pact is Book #7 in The Dante Inferno: The Dante Dynasty Series, a contemporary romance series by USA Today bestselling author and eleven-time RITA© (Romance Writers of America) finalist, Day Leclaire. This story features passionate Italian-American heroes, the scorching connection of The Inferno, and a sizzling romance between soul mates.

“Taste me again, Draco. Now.”

This time he didn’t resist. He took her mouth, the taking firm and thorough, revealing a hint of the intense desire that drove him to the brink of insanity. She tasted sweet, honeysweet and warm, her hunger a perfect mirror of his own. Her lips were plump and soft and giving. And her skin . . . Heaven help him, he’d never touched anything so soft.

He cupped her shoulders, bared by the halter top, and tripped his fingertips along her collarbones. She shivered, her mouth parting on a moan. It was a clear offer to deepen the kiss, and he did just that, giving her a hint of hard and explosive. She returned his kiss with a passion he’d only suspected—and hoped—she possessed.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and she threaded her fingers through his hair, tugging him closer so she could give back with an intensity that practically brought him to his knees. The scent of her twined around him, while her mouth tempted and tantalized, dipping inward in brief enticing forays. He let her take the lead. For now. He wanted her to familiarize herself with him—his scent, his taste, his touch.

His possession.

Long minutes slid by while she satisfied that first wave of desire. Then she pulled back just enough to draw in a deep breath. She stared up at him and shook her head in disbelief. “I don’t understand any of this. I’ve never done this before. I mean never.”

“In that case, I appreciate being the first.”

“I’m glad I chose you.” Her expression turned impish. “After all, how often will I have a chance to sample such an excellent vintage?”

She made the comment with such grace and humor it utterly endeared her to him. She returned to his arms and the quality of their embrace changed, this time becoming more certain in the melding of male to female. More familiar with how their mouths fit together and how their bodies moved one against the other.
But it still wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until he had her in his bed, with nothing between them but hot, willing flesh, their bodies joined as man was meant to be joined with his woman.

And in that moment Draco knew. Knew beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Shayla was his Inferno mate.