âI need someoneâyou, specificallyâto pose as my fiancée.â
âYour what?â she gasped, shooting to her feet. âAre you crazy? Thatâs just ridiculous. We donât even know one another.â
âAh, but we do.â
He crossed the room in a few long strides, coming to a halt directly in front of her. The light scent she wore, something floral and innocent and totally at odds with the sensual creature he knew lingered under her proper exterior, wafted on the air between them. Will lifted his hand and traced one finger along the enticing fullness of her lower lip.
âLet me enlighten you.â
He didnât give her so much as a split second to react. He closed the short distance between her lips and his. The instant his mouth touched hers, he knew heâd been right to pursue this course of action.
Dear Reader,
Being invited to participate in The Takeover continuity was a massive thrill for me. From the moment the story outline arrived in my in-box, I fell in love with William Tanner and Margaret Cole, and the task of bringing their story to you, our readers, was a willingly accepted challenge.
Iâve always adored a Pygmalion type of story, the whole Cinderella transformation and the knowledge that true beauty, while not always immediately visible, lies in the many layers that make up a person.
Seeing Margaret through Willâs eyes was incredibly interesting. His first interaction with her was based on an instant and consuming attraction yet, as in Cinderella, Will had to work to track her down and find a way to make her his. Not such an easy task when heâs essentially the âhit manâ for Cameron Enterprises, and the livelihood of Margaret and many of her friends and colleagues relies on Willâs recommendations to his boss, Rafe Cameron. Of course, seeing Will through Margaretâs eyes is equally interesting as she crosses personal barriers in her own pursuit of happiness.
I hope you love this instalment in The Takeover as much as I enjoyed working on it.
With very best wishes, always,
Yvonne Lindsay
New Zealand-born to Dutch immigrant parents, YVONNE LINDSAY became an avid romance reader at the age of thirteen. Now, married to her âblind dateâ and with two surprisingly amenable teenagers, she remains a firm believer in the power of romance. Yvonne feels privileged to be able to bring to her readers the stories of her heart. In her spare time, when not writing, she can be found with her nose firmly in a book, reliving the power of love in all walks of life. She can be contacted via her website, www.yvonnelindsay.com.
To my fellow The Takeover authorsâDay, Emily, Sandra, Michelle and Catherineâand to the fabulous editorial team whoâve worked with us, thank you all for being such a wonderful group. Itâs been an absolute pleasure!
Donât miss a single book in this series!
The Takeover
For better, for worse. For business, for pleasure. These tycoons have vowed to have it all!
Claimed: The Pregnant Heiress by Day Leclaire
Seduced: The Unexpected Virgin by Emily McKay
Revealed: His Secret Child by Sandra Hyatt
Bought: His Temporary Fiancée by Yvonne Lindsay
Exposed: Her Undercover Millionaire by Michelle Celmer
Acquired: The CEOâs Small-Town Bride by Catherine Mann
He was just as heart-stoppingly gorgeous as the first time sheâd laid eyes on him. And those lips â¦
Margaret Cole stepped into William Tannerâs office and couldnât tear her gaze from her new bossâs mouth as he introduced himself as CFO of Cameron Enterprisesâthe company that had bought out Worth Industries. Sheâd heard he was from New Zealand originally. She wondered briefly if his home countryâs British colonial background was responsible for that slightly stiff-upper-lip way he had of speaking. Oh, Lord, there she was, fixated on his lips again. And no wonder. That very mouth had claimed hers in a kiss that had seared her senses and made her toes curl only six short weeks ago.
Even now she could remember the pressure of his mouth against hers, of the way her blood had suddenly heated, then rushed through her veins. The sensation more exhilarating and intoxicating than anything sheâd ever experienced before.
Sheâd wanted more then, and she wanted more now, but men like William Tanner were pretty much off-limits for a girl like her. Especially a man who probably paid more for a single cut of his neatly trimmed dark brown hair than she spent on her own hair in a year. Not that he appeared vain. Far from it. With his casual elegance he probably never thought twice about the cost, never had to. Nor the price of the tailored business suit that fitted the width of his shoulders and now hung open, revealing his flat stomach and lean hips. Even with the two-inch heels on her sensible pumps boosting her height to five foot nine, he stood a good five inches taller than her.
Maggie found herself nodding and murmuring in response to Mr. Tannerâs invitation to sit down. She really needed to gather her wits about her, but for the life of her she just couldnât. Every cell in her body vibrated on full alert. Did he recognize her from behind the elaborate mask sheâd worn? Sheâd certainly recognized himâalthough, on that night, she hadnât had any idea of who he was until after the kiss that had surpassed her every fantasy.