The Duke’s Boardroom Affair by Michelle Celmer
“About last night,” Charles said. “I’ve had a change of heart.”
Uh oh.
“Now that I know what I’ll be missing,” he added, “maybe I won’t be co-operating with the royal family after all.”
Oh yes, kissing him had been a really bad idea.
He was coming closer with that look in his eyes, like any second he planned to ravish her. And she wanted him to. Desperately.
He’d managed to turn the tables on her.
“I mean, what’s the worst that can happen?” he said.
Hopefully something really bad. “Renouncement? Hanging?” she offered.
He only smiled. He was standing so close now that he could reach out and touch her.
Convenient Marriage, Inconvenient Husband by Yvonne Lindsay
If she was to have any man’s child, by choice, it would be Brent’s. Which left only one option.
One man.
Could she carry it off? Could she withhold the truth from him long enough to get him to father a child with her?
Amira’s stomach churned at the thought of using him. But they’d had a passionate relationship before. Could she hope to stoke that fire of attraction between them again to trick him into impregnating her?
The Duke’s Boardroom Affair
by
Michelle Celmer
Convenient Marriage, Inconvenient Husband
by
Yvonne Lindsay
The Duke’s Boardroom Affair
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Bestselling author Michelle Celmer lives in southeastern Michigan with her husband, their three children, two dogs and two cats. When she’s not writing or busy being a mum, you can find her in the garden or curled up with a romance novel. And if you twist her arm really hard you can usually persuade her into a day of power shopping.
Michelle loves to hear from readers. Visit her website at www.michellecelmer.com or write to her at PO Box 300, Clawson, MI 48017, USA.
Dear Reader,
Welcome to book four of my ROYAL SEDUCTIONS series! The story of Charles Mead, Duke of Morgan Isle, and his personal assistant, Victoria Houghton.
I’ve never been the corporate type – most days I don’t change out of my pyjamas until it’s time to make dinner – so Victoria intrigued me from the start. She’s so confident and determined. And tough. At least, that was what I saw, until I scratched the surface and realised that she has just as many insecurities as the rest of us. And Charles, a shameless and hopeless flirt, uses every single one to his advantage.
Their interactions are intense, their dialogue witty and sharp and their physical attraction off the charts. It was fun to sit back and see who would tackle whom first. It might surprise you.
You’ll even meet a new family member…but I don’t want to give too much away. I hope you enjoy it!
I’ll see you again soon for the next book in the ROYAL SEDUCTIONS series, when you’ll meet the royal family of Thomas Isle and their crown prince, the Royal Seducer.
Best,
Michelle
To my Aunt Janet, who, besides being totally cool and tons of fun, told me my first dirty joke when I was a kid. Why does a honeymoon only last six days?
I think you remember the rest…
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Victoria Houghton had never been so humiliated.
Watching her father lose in a hostile takeover the hotel that had been in their family for generations had been almost more than she could bear—and now she was expected to be a personal assistant to the man who was instrumental in sealing the deal?
The Duke of Morgan Isle, Charles Frederick Mead, lounged casually behind his desk, smug and arrogant beneath the facade of a charming smile, the crisp blue of the Irish Sea a backdrop through a wall of floor-to-ceiling office windows behind him. Dressed in a suit that was no doubt custom-made, his casual stance was at odds with the undeniable air of authority he oozed from every pore.
“I was told I would be taking on a managerial position,” she told him. And along with it a generous salary and profit sharing. Or had they changed their minds about that part, too?
He leaned back and folded one leg casually atop the other. “Until the second phase of the hotel opens, there’s nothing for you to manage. And since my personal assistant recently left, you will temporarily replace her.”
He must have thought her daft if he believed she would buy that flimsy excuse. She would work in housekeeping, changing linens and scrubbing commodes, if it meant not seeing this man every day. He may have looked pleasant and easygoing, but underneath he was cold and heartless.
“So put me in the part of the hotel that’s already completed,” she said. “I’ll do anything.”
“There aren’t any openings.”
“None?”
He shook his head.
Of course there weren’t. Or so he said. To men like him, lying was as natural as breathing. And what of their financial agreement? Surely he didn’t expect to pay an assistant the exorbitant salary they had quoted in her contract? “What about my salary and profit sharing?”
He shrugged. “Nothing in the terms of your contract will change.”
Her brow perked up in surprise. What was he trying to pull?
“If you consult your attorney, he’ll confirm that we’re honoring our end of the deal,” he assured her.
According to her father, their own attorney had sold them out to get in good with the royal family, so unfortunately he wouldn’t be much help. She doubted there was a single attorney
