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SEDUCED BY THE MOGUL (MARCH, 2016)<\/strong><\/p>\n

When business becomes pleasure<\/em><\/p>\n

Winning is a way of life for Dante Morretti, and he’s got the real estate empire to prove it. With custody of his four-year-old son, Matteo, at stake, Dante intends to win that, too. Marrying his best friend, Jordana Sharpe, is a vital step in his plan. But when the alluring actress takes Matteo and Dante sightseeing around Los Angeles, he’s waking up to a world beyond boardrooms and billion-dollar deals.<\/p>\n

Jordana is as committed to her acting as Dante is to his business. She doesn’t envision feeling that passion for anything else, until her no-strings arrangement with the gorgeous Italian magnate takes a detour\u2026right into Dante’s bed. Suddenly everything is at stake\u2014her career, his custody fight and a fake marriage that could very well lead to the real family they both secretly crave\u2026<\/p>\n

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Excerpt<\/strong><\/p>\n

On the fourth floor, Dante Morretti stopped in front of apartment 4B and rang the buzzer.<\/p>\n

The door swung open and Matteo, his four-year-old son, jumped into his open arms. \u201cDaddy!\u201d<\/p>\n

Chuckling, Dante held him tight and spun him around the hallway.<\/p>\n

\u201cFaster, Daddy! Faster!\u201d<\/p>\n

Dante obliged, and his son shrieked with laughter. The sound warmed his heart, made him feel like the world\u2019s best dad. Matteo was his number one concern, the only person in his life who truly mattered, and he\u2019d do anything to make him happy. He looked adorable in his navy blue uniform, like the spitting image of his grandfather, but with dark, curly hair.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaddy, where\u2019s Mommy? She forgot to pick me up from school today.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMommy\u2019s at home, lil\u2019 man. You\u2019ll see her later.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGreat timing. Dinner\u2019s almost ready.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dante put Matteo down and faced his best friend, Jordana Sharpe. Her smile blinded him with its light. His pulse sped up. In a city overrun with females addicted to plastic surgery, it was refreshing to see a natural woman. Her beauty boggled his mind, leaving him tongue-tied and weak in the knees. Even in a tie-dye shirt and denim shorts, Jordana was stunning. She looked pretty and youthful in her outfit, and smelled like heaven. She had eyes a man could get lost in, tawny skin dotted with freckles, and a slender physique. Dante loved how lush and thick her hair was, and his hands itched to play in her chocolate-brown curls. She\u2019d been blessed with model features and a banging body, but she wasn\u2019t a snob. Everywhere Jordana went she made friends and men tripped over themselves to meet her. Even A-list celebrities.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m starving,\u201d Dante said, patting his empty stomach. \u201cWhat\u2019s on the menu?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSquash soup, kale-almond salad and chickpea burgers.\u201d<\/p>\n

He wrinkled his nose. \u201cI just lost my appetite.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, stop. Vegan food is to die for.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, if you\u2019re stranded on a deserted island.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not happy unless you\u2019re eating a hundred-dollar steak. But don\u2019t come crying to me the next time we go to a fancy five-star Beverly Hills restaurant and you get chest pains.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t get chest pains because of the food.\u201d Dante winked, flashing her a mischievous grin to make her laugh. \u201cIt was that sexy little hostess in the see-through dress. What a hottie!\u201d<\/p>\n

Jordana stuck out her tongue, and Dante chuckled. His gaze zeroed in on her mouth, lingering there for a beat. Those are some lips<\/em>, he thought, wishing they were pressed against his. He liked how plump they were, how moist and juicy they looked.<\/p>\n

Catching himself, he tore his eyes away from her face. They were friends and nothing more, and that would never change. Jordana was like a sister to him\u2014<\/p>\n

Bullshit!<\/em> argued his inner voice. Sister my ass! You want her bad, and the only reason you haven\u2019t made a play for her is because she\u2019s still in love with her ex.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cDad, can we stay for dinner? Please?\u201d Matteo begged. \u201cI just love cheeseburgers.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat depends. Were you a good boy for Jordana?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d she said sadly, shaking her head. \u201cHe was horrible.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe was?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYup. The worst.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dante spoke in a stern voice. \u201cYou have some explaining to do, young man.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eyes wide with alarm, Matteo glanced frantically from his dad to Jordana. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to spill grape juice on the carpet,\u201d he said, shuffling his feet. \u201cIt was an accident, but I cleaned it up right away. Tell him, Jordana. Tell my dad I was a good boy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou weren\u2019t good,\u201d she said, ruffling his curly hair. \u201cYou were great.\u201d<\/p>\n

Matteo cheered. \u201cDad, did you bring me something back from King Kong?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI went to Hong Kong,\u201d Dante said with a laugh. \u201cKing Kong is a character in a movie.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOops!\u201d Giggling, he spun around and took off running back inside the apartment.<\/p>\n

Jordana waved him inside and closed the door.<\/p>\n

Following her down the hallway, he sniffed the air. A spicy aroma tickled his nose, and his stomach grumbled. Dante hated vegan food, but the apartment smelled so good his mouth watered.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow\u2019s the sweatshop?\u201d he asked jokingly. After six years of being a nanny, Jordana had quit to pursue a career in acting. But after months of pounding the pavement with no luck, she\u2019d accepted a job at a telemarketing agency. Dante loved independent women, but it bothered him that she didn\u2019t tell him about her financial troubles. Typical Jordana. She\u2019d rather suffer in silence than accept help. Her I\u2019m-every-woman attitude drove him crazy. He loved showering his family and friends with gifts, and he wanted to spoil Jordana, too, but she wouldn\u2019t let him. \u201cAre you still thinking about quitting?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEvery second of every day,\u201d she quipped, entering the kitchen. Sliding on her cooking mitts, she bent over, opened the oven and took out the casserole dish. \u201cIt\u2019s paying the bills, so I\u2019m trying not to complain.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCome work for me.\u201d It was a struggle to be a gentleman, but Dante kept his eyes on the wall clock and off her delicious backside. He\u2019d never seen a pair of jean shorts look better, and he liked how they elongated her long brown legs. \u201cI could use another executive assistant, and I think you\u2019d be an asset to The Brokerage Group.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d never fit in at your company.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy not? You\u2019re smart, and beautiful, and\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCurvy,\u201d she added, with a flick of her head. \u201cYou only hire tall, thin, surgically enhanced blondes, and that\u2019s not me. Besides, my dream is to be an actress, not an executive assistant. I suck at answering phones, and I don\u2019t know how to make coffee.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t drink coffee. I drink tea.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTea?\u201d Jordana wore a funny face. \u201cAnd you say you\u2019re not a metrosexual? Right!\u201d<\/p>\n

Chuckling, he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. Watching Jordana move around the kitchen made Dante think of all the times he\u2019d returned home from work and found his wife, and son baking cookies.<\/p>\n

Memories of happier days flashed in his mind. Playing soccer in the backyard, swimming, reading him bedtime stories. Dante talked big, pretended he didn\u2019t need anyone, but he missed having his family around. That\u2019s why he worked nonstop and traveled as much as he did. Work helped him forget his pain, his loneliness. Feeling a pang of sadness, he shook off his thoughts and wiped at his eyes with his fingertips.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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