A night in his arms, but it comes at a price. Will her heart survive?
Billionaire Marc Castell, owner of the Castell Hotel Group, isn’t looking for love. His jet-set lifestyle means he’s a ‘love them and leave them’ type of guy…that is, until Kate McKenna walks into his life.
Kate is on the warpath. Her underage sister is planning to spend a weekend in Paris with Marc’s nephew, and she’s determined to put a stop to the affair before it begins.
Marc has a plan of his own. He promises to save Kate’s sister from his nephew, but there’s a condition attached. Kate has to travel to Cannes with him and play the part of his girlfriend―including spending the night in his bed. Marc hopes this will solve the problem of the unwanted advances he’s been receiving from his friend’s wife. But whenever Marc takes Kate in his arms his world is turned upside down, and he discovers he wants more from her than a casual weekend fling.
Kate has no time for sexy, powerful playboys. She’s too busy building her career and expanding her catering business. But when she gets to know the man behind the façade, she wonders if she can resist the sensual attraction growing between them. Will she be seduced by his charm and sacrifice everything she believes in for one night of passion in his arms?
Marc has a battle on his hands as he strives to win Kate’s love…and her heart.
Chapter Two - Excerpt 4...
Marc continued talking on the cellphone, and by the way he paced back and forth across the room it was obvious something was worrying him.
“Thanks, Hal. Good work. Have the jet fueled and on stand-by. I’ll let you know what we’re doing on this end. As far as I’m concerned, I’m still scheduled to fly to Cannes this afternoon, but who knows? I’ll get back to you when I know what’s happening.”
After a short pause Marc clicked off the cellphone and turned to Kate.
“Which do you want first? The good news or the bad?” he asked, and it was done in such a manner that it sent shivers of dread down Kate’s spine.
His chiseled features were hard, like granite, and there was a visible pulse throbbing along the angle of his sharp jawline. Something was wrong.
“You’re not Eduardo?”
“But your secretary said...”
“Clair showed you in here and you assumed I was Eduardo. As I’ve already told you, I’m not him. He’s my nephew.”
“Ohhh...” Kate was at a loss for words.
“That’s the good news,” he stated bluntly.
Marc didn’t return to his office chair. Instead, he walked around to the front of his solid, oak desk, leaned back against it, and with his arms folded across his chest, he waited.
“And the bad news?” she asked, wanting to know the worst.
“That was my pilot on the phone. He thought he saw Eduardo at the airport...with a girl. Hal’s made enquiries and he’s found out Eduardo’s booked two seats on a commercial flight to Paris. Knowing how I’d react, Hal phoned to tell me. You see, Eduardo’s had previous entanglements with women and he’s not always come off unscathed. Until now I’ve had no reason to intervene or meddle, but there was one woman who―”
“I don’t believe what I’m hearing. What do you mean his entanglements with women? Actually, don’t bother answering that. I think I get the picture,” she told him with a disgruntled tone. “You’ve told me all I need to know about Eduardo, and all I can say is—it must run in the family. Like nephew, like uncle. The Castell womanizers.”
Now more than ever, Kate was determined that Nikki was to have nothing to do with the Castell dynasty.
“It sounds worse than it is,” he said, dismissing her concerns as he shrugged his shoulders. “Boys will be boys, and men will be men.”
“What makes you think it’s Nikki who’s with Eduardo? It might not be her.”
Kate was hopeful, but she suspected that when she’d left the house that morning her worst fears had come true. More than likely Nikki had disobeyed instructions to stay at home and had rushed to be with Eduardo.
“I didn’t say the woman with Eduardo was Nikki, but do you want to take that chance, or do you want to follow me to the airport and find out for sure?”
“I’m going call Nikki first,” she told him.
“Go ahead,” he said with indifference and passed his cellphone over for Kate to use. “I hope you realize we’re wasting precious time. And while you’re phoning, more than likely they’ll be boarding and taking off.” Digging his hands deep into his trouser pockets, Marc waited while Kate dialed Nikki’s number.
When Kate got no response and realized Nikki wasn’t going to answer her cellphone or pick up the house phone, she looked across at Marc as if it was his fault. Passing his cellphone back to him, she had to admit defeat.
Copyright © 2016, Arabella Sheen
Publisher: Beachwalk Press, Inc.
Electronic Publication: August 2016
Editor: Pamela Tyner
Cover: Fantasia Frog Designs
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