When two bitter rivals….
One person stands between Brielle and her inheritance, Nicholas Trenton. If she fails to serve as CEO of Santorini Jewels, her grandfathers company, for one full year then everything goes to Nick, the company, her trust fund and her home, the only home she’s ever known.
Nick doesn’t care about the money but he wants the company his father helped build. Now was his turn to run Santorini. Brielle isn’t qualified nor does she deserve the position of CEO, one way or another he will make sure she doesn’t run Santorini into the ground.
Are forced to run a multi-billion dollar company together…
Through a clash of wills they try to learn to work together for the benefit of the company. But when they can no longer ignore the attraction building between them will they give in to it or will it ultimately be the downfall of Santorini?
Nick was ignoring her. He was pulling files out of a cabinet and hadn’t bothered to look her way when she’d entered the room. She’d noticed him the moment she walked in the door. Even with his back turned, he looked incredible with his broad shoulders straining the fabric of his dark suit across his muscular back. After all these years, her hands still ached to touch him, to feel the muscles rippling beneath her fingertips. She’d wondered why he’d left the boardroom last week and not congratulated her as the others did. Was he that angry? She assumed he believed her grandfather would name him as successor. It’s what she had expected. By all rights he should have been named the new CEO of Santorini.
She finally recovered her ability to speak and said, “Aren’t you going to welcome me, Nick?”
He turned away from the file cabinet and suddenly the full force of his gray eyes was on her, sweeping over her. He wore an amused smile on his face. She always felt like a lovesick teenager when she was around him, probably because she’d had the biggest crush on Nick Trenton since she was fourteen, and apparently she hadn’t overcome it, because he could make her heart flutter with just a look.
At six-foot-two with dark, curly hair and cafe-au-lait skin, he was every schoolgirl’s dream and every woman’s fantasy. With an Italian mother and African-American father, he had an exotic look “tall, dark and handsome” couldn’t even begin to describe. He had never paid attention to her attempts to gain his notice when she was a teenager. Of course, the year she turned fourteen, he’d been twenty-two. Maybe as a woman, things would be different. Suddenly, she felt as though all her hair was out of place and her clothes needed arranging. She resisted the urge to smooth her curls and tug on her skirt.
Finally, Nick walked over. “Brielle, we are all happy you’re here.” He put his hands on the top of her arms, pulled her to him, and kissed her on both cheeks. “Welcome,” he said, looking into her eyes searchingly. She had the uncanny feeling he could see her every thought.
Romance novelist Ruth Roberts lives in the Big D, where city life abounds but the wide open spaces Texas is famous for are within easy reach. Her books transport readers to the glittering life of high-society, while making the character normal, fun people we would all like to have as friends. She loves reading, writing and Gilmore Girls. She and her teenage daughter call themselves the real life Gilmore Girls. Her very own romantic hero of twenty years is her greatest inspiration and support. She loves hearing from fans so drop her an email at firstname.lastname@example.org
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