Juicy Mangos: The Holiday Series, #3

By Hanleigh Bradley

Me? A Duchess? Does that even make sense?

This isn't supposed to be something serious. It's meant to be one night. One perfect night. But one night leads to two. And two leads to breakfast. And breakfast leads to…
He's the perfect holiday romance. No expectations. No pressure.
Until I accidentally meet his mother. Suddenly, everything changes. Not only does his mother find us in an awkward situation but he is not the man I thought he was. He's actually a Duke and his mother thinks I should be his Duchess.
Me? A Duchess? Does that even make sense?
Juicy Mangos is a holiday romance and can be read as a standalone. Although, once you're done with this one, you might want to check out the rest of the Hanleigh's London Saga.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hanleigh Bradley
• Release date: Apr 26, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201085001

Hanleigh Bradley

British Author Hanleigh Bradley writes Contemporary Romance about British twenty somethings in London.

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The characters, organisations and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

This book is written in UK English as the author is a British author. You may notice the occasion variation in spelling and grammar if you are used to reading in American English.

Published by HB Books

Contents

Dedication

Epigraph

1. He’s A God

2. Noisy Neighbours

3. Be Nice

4. Me Without Sleep

5. I’m Going To Kiss You

6. I Need You

7. The Perfect Pillow

8. Unlucky Sod

9. One More Night

10. An Heir

11. Room Service

12. This Isn’t Vegas

13. You Picked A Good One

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Thank You

Acknowledgments

About Hanleigh

Hanleigh's London Saga

To all my American readers who want to come to the UK, especially my patron Catherine!

‘Who in their right mind gets married after knowing each other only a few days? This isn’t Vegas, you know.’

Chapter one

He’s A God

Haylee

‘Tonight is going to be amazing!’ My best friend is almost giddy with anticipation. I’m exhausted, my body aching from our plane ride over the Atlantic. All I want is to check into our hotel and crash out, preferably with a black and white movie and a tub of ice cream.

Alice has other plans, though.

I want to remind her that we’re going to be here for six weeks, but I know that she’s carved out every waking moment of those six weeks. She has written a crazy itinerary for our holiday.

‘Can’t we start all the holiday stuff tomorrow?’ I ask, even though I know it’s pointless.

‘No. Tonight we’re going out!’ Her excitement is tangible and if I was less tired, I’d easily go along with her plans. I usually do. She’s never had to work particularly hard to convince me. Mostly because we’re guaranteed to have a great time. Except when I’m this tired. I’m a grouchy bitch when I miss even an hour of my required sleep. A fact she knows full well.

She grabs my hand. ‘Come on! You know you want to.’

The taxi we’re sitting in comes to a stop outside a swanky hotel and I have to admit that Alice has outdone herself. When she suggested a graduation holiday, I didn’t need convincing to come to London with her. After four years of college together, we’ve become practically inseparable. She said she needed a little time away to plan her next steps. Unlike me, she has no idea what she wants to do with her life. I’ve always known what I wanted to do. Ever since I was a little girl.

We pull our cases behind us as we enter the hotel. Approaching the reception desk, a sudden burst of energy runs through me. All the tiredness from the flight almost magically leaving me. I’d like to say it’s because it’s finally hit me that I’m in London.

But that’s not it. It’s him.

His fingers are tapping on the desk as he waits to be checked in. My mouth dries and I swipe my tongue across my lower lip as I look him over, my eyes roving from the top of his head all the way to his feet.

He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and yet somehow he looks anything but casual. It’s something about the way he holds himself. Tension radiates from him. Power too.

Alice is talking away about our plans for tonight, but I’m not paying attention. I’m too busy watching him, cataloging details of his appearance and mapping his every move. His movements are so precise, nothing done without thought. His head lowers slightly as he checks his watch.

I catch my breath. Not that I’m sure why. I haven’t even seen his face and yet I feel abuzz with excitement.

The man glances at us, and I register his impatience. He’s not used to being kept waiting, that much is obvious. His eyes are dark as his gaze lands on me. For a second, I think he might say something.

My body tightens with anticipation.

‘Mr Armstrong,’ the woman working the desk says, forcing him to look away, ‘there’s been a bit of a problem with your booking.’

‘A problem?’ His voice. It floors me. And it’s not just because he has a British accent—although that definitely helps. It’s the way his voice seems to drip honey, even those two words ‘a problem’ sounding insanely seductive. I wonder if he even knows that he sounds like he’s offering the woman a good fuck.

‘We’re double