The Casacelli Family Saga Books

All he wants for Christmas is his ex-wife, back in his bed... When Niko Casacelli learned of his wife's affair, he had no choice but to end their marriage. Niko was not the kind of man to play second fiddle to anyone. He might have loved her once, but her deception put an end to that, and he was glad to see her go. So, when Bianca Scott-Lee arrives on his doorstep begging him to pretend to be married for one last Christmas, he wants to tell her to go to hell. Only he doesn't. Their marriage was a mistake, but Niko discovers he's willing to go to any lengths to get her back in his bed, even if it is just for the holidays...

This Society Princess isn't as cold as everyone thinks... When the beautiful, young Lady Sanderson's Bashir House is destroyed by fire, she is distraught, and panicked. The charity ball she hosts each Christmas Eve to raise money for her late husband's trust is less than a month away. With the creme de la creme of European society confirmed to attend, she has no venue. Nearby Ravens Manor is the perfect (and only!) substitute, if only she can get the stubborn, reclusive owner to submit to her plans and allow the gala affair to be held in his home... Following a family tragedy, Antonio Cascaelli returns to his English bolthole to lick his wounds. The last thing he wants is some spoiled - albeit enchanting - English woman turning up on his doorstep and demanding unfettered access to his manor. Only Lady Sanderson won't take no for an answer, and the more she persists, the harder Antonio finds it to resist her unique blend of persistence and charm. Book Two in the Casacelli Family Series is full of passion, emotion and tension, and bursting at the seams with Christmas atmosphere and heart.

She needed to leave drama behind for a while, but instead, she walked straight into it. Marcos Casacelli is the oldest brother of the wealthy, dynamic and powerful Casacelli family. Dealing with the fallout from a shocking family scandal, he takes himself to his Tuscan villa, the stunning Vista Mare, in desperate need of privacy. So when his oldest friend asks him for a favour - to shelter the beautiful, yet perennially troubled television actress Kat Van Buren - he desperately wants to refuse. Only Marcos is nothing if not loyal, and the bonds of friendship are ones he believes worth honoring at all costs. Even if it means putting up with a very spoiled, very tempting starlet in his midst. Kat knows what Marcos Casacelli thinks of her. The first time he met her, he lectured her over her disappointing behaviour, and nothing in his attitude leads her to believe his opinion has changed. He loathes her. But she is in desperate need of a safe haven and Marcos, and his captivating Vista Mare, is it. She has no choice but to put her life in his hands. However, she isn't prepared for the burning attraction she begins to feel for her unwilling helper. He's her brother's best friend, and is strictly off limits, but suddenly, he's the one man in the world capable of setting her heart on fire, and nothing else seems to matter. Not the stalker who's pursuing her across the globe, and not her powerful brother who would certainly disapprove of the match. When Kat sets her sights on something, she gets it. And she wants Marcos Casacelli, regardless of the consequences. The third book in the popular Casacelli series, The Tycoon's Christmas Captive is full of passion, lust, drama and festive atmosphere.

His Christmas wish is to get her back, and he's willing to pay for the pleasure... Charlotte Faber falls head over heels for Sheikh Malik Desara the first time she sees him. And she thinks he's falling for her too. Until their holiday comes to an end and he proposes... for her to be his mistress! Malik might be all-powerful and super wealthy, but he isn't at liberty to marry a wife of his choosing. His future's been mapped out for him since birth. But the beautiful Charlotte captivates him in a way he's never experienced, and he will stop at nothing to keep her in his life, and in his bed. Malik’s eyes snapped to hers. “Did I hurt you, Azeezi?” "Yes," she wanted to say. "You’re killing me!" “Don’t call me that,” she reminded him distractedly. Her heart was breaking. Her feelings were in knots. “And, no. That was amazing. I hope you feel you’re getting your money’s worth.” He swore, pulling her roughly to face him. “Don’t. Don’t make this about money.” She glared at him. “I never did. Not once. You’re the one who made our arrangement financial. I just hope you feel it was worth it.” “You took my money, Charlotte.” She closed her eyes in an attempt to block out the bleak pain. “Yes.” “And to think, I was so sure you weren’t like that.” He ran his finger down her cheek. “I’m not.” She blinked into his eyes. “Really?” His smile was scathing. “The facts seem to state otherwise.”