Sexy CEO Griffin Slater wanted the boss's daughter. He'd made love to Eva Tremont in his mind countless times, but now he was determined to marry her. And he had a secret weapon to persuade her....
Griffin's proposal was outrageous; it was shocking; it was...tempting. The man she'd kept at arm's length for so long promised to make her baby dreams a reality, to give her unimaginable pleasure. But would marrying Griffin be too high a price to pay?
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1 . A good story.
Posted November 18, 2008 by Lena , HawaiiAfter reading and being disappointed by Captivated by the tycoon, this story redeemed Ms. Depalo in my eyes. It was a really good story from start to finish and a lot more easy to read and follow along. I Liked both character's and the situations in the story were far more easy to swallow. It's a really good read for any day of the week. Much better Ms. Depalo keep it up!
March 10, 2008
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Excerpt from CEO's Marriage Seduction by Anna DePalo
"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 library at the family estate in exclusive MillValley. She'd girded herself for this battle.
"Fortunately," she responded, "we don't need a penny from you. Occasions by Design is doing very well."
Her reputation in the Bay Area as a party planner had grown in the past several years. She was regularly called on by many of San Francisco's high-profile society hostesses, as well as by well-known philanthropic organizations.
Her father raked his hand through his shock of gray hair. "What you see in Carter Newell, I'll never understand."
They'd been over this ground before, each time with the same result. Somehow, though, now that her engagement was a reality, she'd hoped today would be different.
Unlike her father and his kind, work wasn't Carter's mistress. Instead he made her a priority.
"Carter loves me," she said simply.
Her father's brows snapped together. "Or your bank account."
She ground her teeth. Her father had always been wary, suspicious even, when meeting her boyfriends. She supposed it was because she was an heiress and an only child. But with Carter, the initial wariness had never eased. Of course, she'd never gotten close to the altar with any of her prior boyfriends....
"Does Carter even have a job?" her father continued. "Refresh my memory, Evangeline. What's his line of work again?"
Her father knew very well what Carter did for a living, but Eva decided to play along with his game. "Carter is an independent financial consultant."
She'd thought, the first time she'd mentioned it months ago, that Carter's profession at least would meet with her father's approval. Marcus Tremont respected getting a return on his dollar.
Instead her father's response had been lukewarm. And when she'd started hinting she was considering marrying Carter, her father's reaction had taken a sudden nosedive.
"Baloney," her father pronounced, echoing his skepticism on previous occasions. "A trumped-up title to provide window dressing for his real occupation as an heiress hunter."
"Carter comes from money!" Despite her best intentions, they were revisiting previous arguments that had gone nowhere. She felt a headache coming on.
"He came from money," her father countered.
"He makes a show of managing other people's money since he doesn't have any of his own."
That did it. "You're impossible! Just because the Newells aren't as wealthy as they once were, you think Carter is a fortune hunter!"
Even as she spoke, she regretted that she so frequently fell back into sounding like an adolescent when dealing with her father.
"Trust me on this, Eva. There's nothing more tenacious than a person who's trying to hold on to his economic perch in life and avoid a nasty fall."
They'd both raised their voices, and Eva gave up on trying to make the announcement of her impending marriage into a joyous occasion.
"Where's the ring?" her father asked abruptly, looking at her hand. "I don't see one."
"I don't have one yet."
Her father's expression said it all: See? What other proof do you need?
"Oh, no, you don't," she said, heading him off before he could give voice to his thoughts. "We're picking one out together."
"With what?" her father asked pointedly. "A loan from the bank?"
She supposed her engagement wouldn't really be official until she had a ring, but she refused to have the argument with her father focus on mere symbolism.
A knock sounded, calling a halt to their argument and making them both turn toward the closed library door.
"Come in," her father barked.