Claimed by the Millionaire: The Wealthy Frenchman's Proposition
The Wealthy Frenchman's PropositionAfter a scorching night together, French tycoon Tristan Sabina insists that Sheri Donnelly pose as his fiancée to avoid a public scandal. But, now they know how good it can be behind closed doors, can they ever keep their passion just for the cameras?One Month with the MagnateIzzie Winthrop is broke – so she’s agreed to work as a maid for her ex, ruthless millionaire Emilio Suarez. She doesn’t know that Emilio intends to use the opportunity to exact revenge… and reignite their explosive passion!What the Millionaire Wants…When Laura Spencer bet against Jackson Hawk’s plan to buy out her New Orleans hotel, she knew it was the ultimate gamble. The tycoon made it very clear – if she lost, she’d be at his mercy… and in his bed.
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Claimed by the Millionaire
The Wealthy Frenchman’s Proposition
Katherine Garbera
One Month with the Magnate
Michelle Celmer
What the Millionaire Wants …
Metsy Hingle
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The Wealthy Frenchman’s Proposition
Katherine Garbera
KATHERINE GARBERA is a strong believer in happily-ever-after. She’s written more than thirty-five books and has been nominated for RT Book Reviews career achievement awards in Series Fantasy and Series Adventure. Her books have appeared on a bestseller list for series romance and on the USA TODAY extended bestseller list. Visit Katherine on the web at www.katherinegarbera.com.
This book is dedicated to Rob Elser who is my knight in shining armour.
Acknowledgements
I have to acknowledge my children Courtney and Lucas who were wonderful while I was writing this book during their summer break. They were extremely understanding in letting me plan events for them around my writing schedule. I know that every mother says she has the best kids in the world—but I really do!
“Bonjour, Sheri. Did the interoffice pouch arrive yet? I have sent something special in it for you!”
Sheri Donnelly smiled into the phone at Lucille Dumont’s greeting. She loved her job at the Sabina Group. She’d been unsure what the future would hold six months earlier, when the small magazine company she worked for had been purchased by the large French conglomerate. But the change was working out beautifully.
Lucille was Sheri’s counterpart at the publishing company’s Paris office. Though they’d never met, Sheri always pictured Lucille as a chic Parisian. Partly because of the way she sounded over the phone and partly because their boss, publisher Tristan Sabina, had said that Lucille was nothing like her when she’d asked what his other assistant looked like.
“No, why?”
“I sent you the latest copy of Le Figaro.” Lucille was a devoted reader of all tabloid magazines. She often sent Sheri the French tabloids and loved to receive the gossip rags from the U.S.
“Tristan hates it when you do that.”
“He doesn’t have to know. And he’s on the cover with a gorgeous woman.”
“I might be interested in it,” Sheri said. Tristan had become kind of an obsession with her. Not anything unhealthy that bordered on stalking, but more of an unquenchable curiosity. She wanted to know all about him. So far, she’d learned that he was demanding but gave praise easily. Plus he was extremely cute. And a widower.
“I thought you would be.”
Sheri grimaced. Was she that transparent, even over the phone? “Was there anything else?”
“Yes. I want to know about the woman. She’s a blond American actress, Kate or Jennifer or something. Do you know if he is seeing her?”
An actress? She’d been jealous of the coffee girl from downstairs whom Tristan flirted with every morning. No way could she compete with a beautiful blond actress. Sheri personified plain and dowdy, two things she knew about herself but had never been able to change.
“I don’t have any details,” Sheri said, smiling at the office mail guy as he dropped off the pouch. Now she was curious to see exactly what was in there.
“See what you can find out when he gets in to the office. You have the inside scoop on this one.”
“I’m pretty sure that Tristan will fire me if I start gossiping about his personal life.”
“You are right about that.” The deep, velvety cadence of Tristan Sabina’s voice made her start guiltily.
She gulped and looked up into his steel-gray eyes. “I’ve got to go, Lucille.” She hurriedly said goodbye and hung up the phone, still holding Tristan’s gaze.
His thick brown hair was longer in the front than in the back and his face had the healthy glow that came from spending time outdoors and not on a tanning bed. This morning he wore a blue pin-striped shirt, open at the collar, and a tailored navy suit. The sight of him made her want to stare dreamily, which was so not like her.
“Talking about me again?”
“Lucille and I have to talk about you,” she said, trying for the cheeky tone she usually pulled off easily. “We’re your assistants.”
“True, but that did not sound like work.”
She shrugged, unable to stop her speculative thoughts. Was he dating a Hollywood starlet? And when had it happened?
“What was Lucille calling you about?” he asked as he reached for his messages, and began thumbing through them.
“Oh, you know how she is, always thinking there’s something exciting going on here in New York,” Sheri said, looking down at her computer screen and hoping he’d just go into his office. She couldn’t look at him and not tell him the truth.
“Ms. Donnelly?”
“Hmm…?” she said, still not looking up. Her computer screen was infinitely fascinating at this moment.
