Caught: Olivia Harrington…with a Chatsfield!

On the verge of her big break, nothing can disrupt the premiere of Olivia Harrington’s new film. So when the press run the story that reclusive Ben Chatsfield is her latest love interest, Olivia has to go along with the lie!

Ben should call “Cut!” on this charade, but it would be a PR coup for the Chatsfields. Olivia’s sophisticated act might fool the media, but Ben knows she’s hiding an even bigger secret…

His leading lady is completely untouched! Something Ben plans to rectify before the credits roll on their fake relationship.

Welcome to The Chatsfield, Berlin!





The man could kiss. The wildness that Olivia had suspected lay under his controlled exterior? She’d just had a taste of it! And it had left her mind whirling and her lips—and other parts of her body—throbbing.

Bemused, Olivia followed Ben towards the limo. She barely heard the shouts of the reporters or saw the flashbulbs going off.

She’d never been kissed like that before. She’d hardly been kissed at all.

Not, of course, that she was going to tell Ben that.

But it had been some kiss. And one she’d wanted, had been thinking about all night. Even longer, if she were honest with herself. And when the reporters had asked for a kiss…well, Olivia hadn’t been about to say no. She’d wanted to kiss him too much, and the request was no more than an excuse to touch him. Taste him.

And he’d tasted good.

She slid into the limo, saw that Ben was sitting with his face turned determinedly towards the window.

Olivia thought about making some wry comment about the kiss, joking about it even, but she couldn’t quite make herself do it. The kiss had been wonderful, but the way he’d thrust her away from him afterwards…

Well, that had been a little ego-bruising. She wasn’t sure why he’d done it, and she didn’t think she could pull off the breezy confidence to ask. Not when she had so little experience with kisses, and especially kisses like that.










To Suzy Clarke—thanks for being such a great editor.









PROLOGUE

‘YOU KNEW.’ BEN CHATSFIELD stared at his brother Spencer and tried to suppress the sudden surge of rage that threatened to overwhelm him. His hands clenched into fists at his sides and words—angry, bitter words—bubbled to his lips. He swallowed them down. He swallowed it all down, as he always had, and gave a wry quirk of a smile, as if Spencer’s revelation was nothing more than amusing. ‘So. How long have you known?’

‘That I was illegitimate?’ Spencer’s mouth tightened and he gave a little shrug. ‘Five years. Since my twenty-ninth birthday.’

Five years. Ben blinked as he tried to take that in. For the past five years he’d been estranged from his brother, from his whole family, and for what?

For nothing apparently.

‘It’s a nice place you’ve got here,’ Spencer offered, and Ben didn’t answer. Spencer gazed round the relaxed yet elegant dining room of Ben’s flagship bistro in Nice, where he’d shown up out of the blue, walking through the tinted glass doors, his sunglasses slid onto his forehead, as if he were for all the world just another tourist.

Not Ben’s older brother, the leader of their Three Musketeers, once adored, always missed. When Ben had rounded the corner from the kitchen and come to a standstill, Spencer had smiled easily, as if they’d seen each other last week instead of fourteen years ago.

‘Hey, Ben,’ he’d said, and somehow Ben had found his voice and answered back, his voice clipped.

‘Spencer.’

And now his brother was telling him that he’d known for five years the secret Ben had discovered when he was just eighteen years old, the secret that had broken his heart and forced him to leave home, severing all ties with his family. The secret that had cost him so much, maybe even his own soul, and still Spencer just smiled.

‘It’s old history now, Ben,’ he said, and Ben could tell Spencer was trying to be conciliatory. Five years too late. ‘Water under the bridge. I always knew there was something that made Michael treat me differently from you and James, and I’m just glad I finally found out it was because he always knew I wasn’t his biological son. I’ve made peace with that.’