Las Vegas Nights: At Odds with the Heiress
Las Vegas NightsAt Odds with the Heiress Scarlett Fontaine often uses her beauty to get what she wants, but it doesn’t work on Logan Wolfe. Now he needs her help and it’s her chance to prove herself. What started as a flirtation grows serious when Scarlett’s safety is at stake.A Merger by MarriageVegas hotel heiress Violet Fontaine decides to give her sexy business rival a hand – by marrying him! Her one condition is that they keep their boardroom marriage out of the bedroom. But JT plans to seduce Violet into the marriage bed.A Taste of Temptation Harper Fontaine is determined to prove she’s ready to take on the family’s Vegas business empire. But working with celebrity chef, Ashton Croft, is proving hard. His not meeting deadlines is one thing, but the intense chemistry between them is another. Can it work when all the chips are down, or will they lose it all?
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Las Vegas Nights
At Odds with the Heiress
A Merger by Marriage
A Taste of Temptation
Cat Schield
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CAT SCHIELD has been reading and writing romance since high school. Although she graduated from college with a BA in business, her idea of a perfect career was writing books for Mills & Boon. And now, after winning the Romance Writers of America 2010 Golden Heart Award for series contemporary romance, that dream has come true. Cat lives in Minnesota with her daughter, Emily, and their Burmese cat. When sheâs not writing sexy, romantic stories for Mills & Boon Desire, she can be found sailing with friends on the St Croix River or in more exotic locales like the Caribbean and Europe. She loves to hear from readers. Find her at www.catschield.com. Follow her on Twitter, @catschield.
Cat Schield
To Diane, Rose and Kevin.
Thanks for all your support through the years. Researching Vegas wouldnât have been as fun without you!
Logan Wolfe slowed his stride as he entered the fifth floor executive office, taking a moment to appreciate the feminine tableau silhouetted against the backdrop of the Las Vegas Strip. Although all three Fontaine sisters were brunettes of a similar height and bone structure, they could not have been less alike in attitude, style and background.
The three were half sisters whoâd known nothing of each other until their common father, Ross Fontaine, died five years ago. When their grandfather, Henry Fontaine, chairman and CEO of the multibillion-dollar Fontaine Hotels and Resorts, found out that Ross had two illegitimate daughters, he tracked them down and brought them into the family fold. Theyâd both changed their last names to Fontaine and accepted important roles in the company in order to participate in a contest, devised by their grandfather, to see which of his three heirs would run the Fontaine empire when he retired.
âGood morning, Logan,â Violet Fontaine called, waving him over. âGrandpa, Logan has joined us.â
âGood morning, Logan.â Henry Fontaineâs deep voice sounded from the speakerphone. He was based in New York City where the company had their corporate office and kept in touch with his granddaughters through a weekly conference call.
âGood morning, Mr. Fontaine. I hope Iâm not intruding.â
âNot at all,â the CEO said. âIn fact, I have to run to another meeting. Violet, dear, once again, Iâm sorry for your loss. Call me if thereâs anything I can do for you.â
âThank you, Grandfather.â
As Harper Fontaine pushed the button that ended the call, Violet gestured to the empty chair beside her. Logan sat down and gave Violetâs hand a sympathetic squeeze.
âI was sorry to hear about Tiberius. How are you holding up?â
Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears. âEven though we all knew he had heart problems, it was still such a shock. He was a live wire. His energy never seemed to stop. I figured heâd live forever.â
Logan had been friends with Violet for seven years, since he and his twin brother, Lucas, had decided to expand their growing security company to Las Vegas. Violet was the grounded middle sister who had a girl-next-door charm. Her mother, Suzanne, had been a showgirl at one time, but after a brief affair with Ross Fontaine and the birth of her daughter, sheâd gone to work for Tiberius Stone, owner of the Lucky Heart Hotel and Casino. Twenty years her senior, Tiberius had fallen in love with Suzanne and theyâd moved in together. Growing up, Violet had shadowed Tiberius around his hotel and by the time she graduated high school she knew more about running a casino than people twice her age.
In fact, Tiberius Stone was the reason the three sisters were solemn this morning. Violetâs surrogate father had been found dead of an apparent heart attack in his office at the Lucky Heart the day before.
As Violet dabbed at her eyes, Harper spoke up. âHave you had breakfast, Logan?â
The Fontaine sisters met every Wednesday morning for breakfast at one of the three luxury hotels they managed for their grandfather. Sitting side by side on the Las Vegas Strip, each property was a unique reflection of the sister who ran it. This morning, they were enjoying breakfast at Fontaine Ciel, Harperâs property and the newest jewel in the Fontaine crown. Taking a cue from the French word for sky, Harper had designed her sixty-story tower to showcase panoramic views of the Strip. In the most expensive suites, high above the city, eighteen-foot walls of windows were designed to give guests a sense that they were floating just below a dome of intense blue. The signature color was echoed everywhere in the two-billion-dollar hotel.
