The Billionaire's Temptation 1 - Seduction and Surrender - Cali MacKay,
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//-->Seduction and SurrenderThe Billionaire’s Temptation SeriesBy Cali MacKaySeduction and SurrenderThe Billionaire’s Temptation SeriesBy Cali MacKayCopyright © 2014 by Cali MacKayPublished by Daeron PublishingAll rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any mannerwhatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher or author, except for the use ofbrief quotations in a book review. The story contained within is the work of fiction. Names andcharacters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual person’s livingor dead, is entirely coincidental. This story contains explicit sexual scenes and adult language and isonly for readers over the age of 18.Printed in the United States of AmericaFirst Printing, 2014, edition 1.0ISBN:978-1-940041-20-9Table of ContentsStart ofSeduction and Surrenderby Cali MacKayStart of Sample forOne Sweet Summerby Cali MacKayFor Joe, Maeve and Amelia.I’d also like to thank all my readers, critique partners and betas for theirinvaluable support and all their help.For more information or to join a mailing list for updates, please visitSeduction and SurrenderChapter OneThe knife was a blur in Emma’s hand as she chopped the onions for the night’s service, herprep cook having left her in the lurch again. She tried to be understanding of true emergencies, butgetting too drunk the night before wasn’t a valid excuse for missing work the following morning—yetagain. And of all the days to be short-staffed.“You need to get going, Em. Leave it. I’ll finish that up.” Jake shouldered her out of the wayand took over the prep she was working on. “And make sure you take a shower before going to thatmeeting. Ryker will never agree to extend the lease if you smell like onions and a butcher’s.”She wiped her hands on a rag, her mind racing and her stomach in knots as her nerves got thebest of her. Formal meetings of any sort always put her on edge, especially when there was so muchat stake. “I swear, I could kiss you. Thanks. I owe you, big time.”He shook his head with a sigh and a teasing smile, his brown eyes lighting up. “Promises,promises.”With a wave, Emma grabbed her bag and rushed out the door, quickly checking the time on herphone as she fumbled with her keys. If she hurried, she’d just make it. And there was no way shecould be late. The fate of her restaurant depended on this meeting being a success. If she couldn’t gether lease renewed, she’d lose everything—and it wasn’t just her life’s savings and her restaurant thatwere on the line.Letting herself into her studio apartment, she quickly stripped and turned on the hot water. Hershower spit to life, the pipes clanging and stuttering before releasing a weak spray of warm water.She cursed her landlord and the hot water heater that seldom delivered actual hot water, and steppedin for a quick shower. At least the temperature guaranteed she wouldn’t linger.Between the towel and blow-drier, she managed to half-dry her hair before pulling it backinto one of her no-nonsense ponytails, and since she didn’t have much in the way of fancy clothes, apair of skinny cream pants and a silky pink tunic would just have to do. She looked at her shoes andcringed. No way could she wear her go-to work clogs, but there was a good chance she’d kill herselfin heels. She groaned, knowing she had little choice and already regretting her decision as shesqueezed her feet into the silver pumps she’d bought when she was a bridesmaid for her cousin’swedding.She slicked some gloss across her full lips, and jogged out the door, nearly killing herself inthe process, and already running five minutes late. Of course, traffic was miserable with touristsfilling the town to go foliage peeping, only adding to how late she was. There just better be parkingwhen she finally got there.There wasn’t.By the time she found a place to park, she was three blocks away from where she needed tobe. Kicking off her heels, she hightailed it barefoot to the fancy high-rise that housed the offices ofRyker Investments, and one Quinn Ryker. Thankfully, the residents of Portmore kept their city fairlyclean, or she’d have had to add stitches and a tetanus shot to her list of things to do that day.With her pulse thrumming, she rushed through the glass doors and across the marble floor,thinking it was a damn good thing she was still barefoot. Those floors would have been her demise ifshe’d been wearing her heels. Twelfth floor, but no suite was listed. She just hoped it’d be obviousonce she got up there. She spotted the elevator about to go up.
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