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Confessions of A Millionaire's Mistress
When Celeste Prince discovers her beloved family business has been sold to millionaire Benton Scott, she's determined to get it back. But gorgeous Benton sets her pulse racing, and her carefully laid plans lead her to just one place his bed!Benton makes it clear right from the start that he can't offer more than a steamy affair. The passion is scorchingbut Ben's emotions are still in the deep freeze, and Celeste knows that only a dramatic collision course with his troubled past can thaw them .
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January 31, 2009
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Excerpt from Confessions of A Millionaire's Mistress by Robyn Grady
'Try to stay calm, but Mr Terrific-in-a-tux over there is undressing you with his eyes.'Celeste Prince quietly grabbed her friend's arm and forced her to look away too.'For heaven's sake, Brooke,' Celeste hissed under her breath, 'don't encourage him.'Yes, the sexy stranger who'd just arrived was beyond intriguing. Neat dark hair, strong shadowed jaw, beautiful big shoulders that left her feeling a little weak at the knees. Superior specimens like that didn't magically appear every day. But, damn it, tonight she didn't need the distraction.Over a hundred guests, all shimmering and crisp in their after-five wear, had gathered at the behest of Australia's franchise genius, Rodney Prince, to celebrate his company's twentieth successful year. But this soirée meant far more to Celeste than just another party. Tonight her father planned to step down as head of Prince Landscape Maintenance and hand over the Sydney empire's reins to his only child.After her mother's death fifteen years ago, her dad had withdrawn from everything but business and they'd drifted apart. How she'd waited for this momentthe chance to be visible in his world again and make both her parents proud. Nothing mattered more.Not even meeting that tall, dark, delectable dream.Buckling, Celeste dared one more glance from beneath her lashes.The stranger was leaning against a French door jamb, this side of the mansion's manicured courtyard. As his hand slid into his pocket his left leg bent and the ledge of those shoulders, magnificent in a white dinner jacket, slanted into a casual but confident pose. He was handsome in a rugged yet refined way, a toned powerhouse cloaked in classic Armani. However, his eyes mesmerised her the most seductive pools of vibrant blue light. Captivating.Aware.Smiling straight into hers.A bevy of exquisite tingles raced over her skin and she spun away again. Still she felt his heated gaze caressing her back, stroking her arms, slipping the satin straps from her shoulders, easing the dress all the way down Brooke tipped closer. 'Who do you think he is?'Celeste tossed back a mouthful of chilled champagne. Her throat was suddenly parched. 'I don't know,' she replied, 'and I don't care.'She needed to concentrate on reciting her acceptance speech without her cheeks turning into torches and her tongue tying itself in knots. "Stuttering Celeste" rarely made an appearance these days. After years of torment in junior school, she'd learned to slow down, think ahead and ease her way through most situationseven something as overwhelming as tonight.Brooke arched a brow. 'You don't care, huh?' With one arm crossed beneath her gown's scarlet bodice, she rested her champagne flute near her cheek. 'We went through high school together, back-packed Europe together. Never once have I seen you this cagey over a man.'Celeste couldn't smother a grin. 'Let's face it he's not justanyman.'Drawn again, she glanced over a hitched shoulder. Like a cool-headed hit man, now the stranger was perusing the room, checking out the territory, assessing his targets. Such a composed air of indifference, yet she had the eeriest feeling he had his thumb on everyone's pulse particularly the one beating a mouth-watering rhythm right between her'Celeste, I need to see you in private.'Heart leaping, Celeste pivoted around to see her father's serious suntanned face gazing down at her.When she'd arrived this afternoon he'd talked about the future of PLM, hinting again at his retirement and subtly sussing out her aspirations with regard to the company. Was she happy running the central Sydney handbag and accessory store she'd opened this year? Did she want to look at doing something more?She'd replied that her profit margins were healthy. And, yes, she was definitely ready to do something new. No gushing or taking the words from his mouth, bu