CEO’s Marriage Seduction by Anna DePalo
“You want a baby, so I’ll give you a baby,”
Griffin said evenly, making sure to hold her gaze. “I’m the guy who created your present problem, and I’ll fix it.”
A half laugh escaped Eva, her expression disbelieving. “Isn’t it a bit much to be volunteering to fix it this way?”
“Why don’t you let me worry about that part?” he responded.
“There’s no spark between us.”
“I disagree.”
The words hung in the air between them, and he could tell she was remembering the kiss they’d shared at her apartment, just as he hadn’t been able to forget it, either.
She laughed again, but it came out a trifle forced. She attempted to step around him. “Griffin, be serious – ”
“I am,” he said, blocking her with his arm.
She looked up at him mutely. Her lips parted.
“Why don’t we kiss and put it to the test?”
His Style of Seduction by Roxanne St Claire
“You’re a master of seduction, Jackson Locke,” Lily said.
“I’m not going to seduce you,” he said softly. “I just want to know your secret.”
“My secret?” Her heart kicked a little, and not just because of the way he looked.
He tugged gently at her hair. “Your secret. I know you have one.”
“Everyone has secrets, Jack.”
“I mean the secret you are trying so hard to hide. There’s something about your past that makes you evasive. And tonight, you’re going to tell me what it is. Now, as a matter of fact.”
All she could do was stare at him. Because when she opened her mouth, the truth was going to come out and she was going to tell him the one thing she’d never admitted to anyone.
And that, she realised with a wallop of her heart, was his real secret weapon.
CEO’s Marriage Seduction
ANNA DEPALO
His Style of Seduction
ROXANNE ST CLAIRE
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CEO'S MARRIAGE SEDUCTION
by
ANNA DEPALO
discovered she was a writer at heart when she realised most people don’t walk around with a full cast of characters in their heads. She has lived in Italy and England, learned to speak French, graduated from Harvard, earned graduate degrees in political science and law, forgotten how to speak French and married her own dashing hero.
A former intellectual property lawyer, Anna lives with her husband and son in New York City. Her books have consistently hit the bestseller lists and Nielsen BookScan’s list of Top 100 bestselling romances. She has won a Romantic Times BOOKreviews Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best First Series Romance and she’s been published in over a dozen countries. Readers are invited to surf to www.desireauthors.com and can also visit Anna at www.annadepalo.com.
Dear Reader,
Sometimes we can’t see that love is nearby… until the right circumstances intrude.
Eva Tremont is determined to marry the right man. But figuring out who’s right and who’s wrong proves to be trickier than she imagined. As Eva discovers, behind Griffin Slater’s cool, steady exterior lies a sexy, passionate man.
I hope you enjoy Eva and Griffin’s story!
All my best,
Anna
For Angelica Compagnone
One
“I’m going to marry him.”
The wrong man.
No, the right man, Eva corrected herself, irritated for even momentarily adopting her father’s negative perspective.
True, there was no gut feeling of rightness, of destiny, but then she told herself to stop being illogical.
How many times during her party planning career had things seemed off before proceeding without a hitch? She’d also seen what should have been perfect events erupt into flaming disasters.
No, there was no predicting the future, she decided, even as she met her father’s annoyed and disbelieving gaze.
Marcus Tremont stood and slapped a hand on the massive oak desk before him. “Damn it, Eva! Are you out of your mind? Carter Newell is a fortune- hunting snake. You won’t get a penny from me!”
Her lips tightened, but she refused to show how her father’s words hurt. She’d come from work today—Mondays were her slow days—to meet her father in his wood-paneled
