The Paternity Claim
Chapter One
Come on, come on! With a frustration born out of fear, Isabella jammed her thumb on the
doorbell one last time and let it ring and ring, long enough to wake the dead - and certainly
long enough to rouse the occupant of the elegant London townhouse. Just in case he hadn't
heard her the first time round.
But there was nothing other than the sound of the bell echoing and her hand fell to her side as
she forced herself to accept the unthinkable. That he wasn't there. That she would have to make
a return journey - if she could summon up the courage to come here for a second time.
And then the door was flung open with a force of a powerhouse - and one very angry man
stood looking down at her, his crisp dark head still damp and shining from the shower. Tiny
droplets of water sparkled among the brown-black waves of his hair. Lit from behind, it almost
looked as though he were wearing a halo - though the expression on his face was about as
unangelic as you could get.
His black eyes glittered with irritation at this unwelcome intrusion and Isabella felt her heart
begin to race. ... read full excerpt from: The Paternity Claim ebook
