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A Mistress for the Taking (Mistress to a Millionaire Miniseries)
Inexperienced Marina Lucchesi must save her brother from ruin. Rich, handsome Ronan Carlisle wants to settle a score. Ronan's strategy is simple: if Marina poses as his mistress, he'll ensure that the man who made them both suffer will pay. But Marina wonders, why would Ronan, one of Australia's most eligible tycoons, want her?
However, she's not in a position to refuse Ronan's offer...or resist the overwhelming physical attraction pulsing between them....
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January 01, 2007
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Excerpt from A Mistress for the Taking (Mistress to a Millionaire Miniseries) by Annie West
RONAN CARLISLE scanned the glamorous crowd filling the hotel reception room. A snake like Wakefield couldn't have this many friends.
Yet there were always people wanting to get close to the rich and powerful. Ronan had no time for sycophants himself, but then he didn't have Wakefield's need for fawning admiration.
He glanced past the Sydney Harbour view to where Wakefield preened amongst his cronies. The sight made him want to plant his fist in the man's smarmy face. But that would only bring temporary satisfaction.
Soon, very soon now, Wakefield would get his just desserts. Ronan would make sure of it.
He felt a swell of savage anticipation. Tonight he'd let slip a hint as to his next major commercial move. No doubt by morning Wakefield would be eager to follow suit. And that was when Ronan would bring him down. It was simple. It was ruthless. And it was long overdue.
Ronan shrugged his shoulders free of their stiffening tension and turned to leave. But something in the colourful, noisy room caught his attention. Someone.
Over the artistically coiffed heads he saw her move away from the entrance to plunge into the crowd. She was alone, starkly dressed among the throng of decorative trophy wives and well-fed executives. A woman with a purpose, he decided, as she carved a path through the party. It was there in her glittering dark eyes, in the jut of her chin, in her palpable aura of determination.
She paused to ask a question, then changed direction. Towards Wakefield.
In that moment Ronan decided he'd stay a little longer.