A night in his arms, but it comes at a price. Will her heart survive?
Billionaire Marc Castell, owner of the Castell Hotel Group, isn't looking for love. His jet-set lifestyle means he's a 'love them and leave them' type of guy…that is, until Kate McKenna walks into his life.
Kate is on the warpath. Her underage sister is planning to spend a weekend in Paris with Marc's nephew, and she's determined to put a stop to the affair before it begins.
Marc has a plan of his own. He promises to save Kate's sister from his nephew, but there's a condition attached. Kate has to travel to Cannes with him and play the part of his girlfriend―including spending the night in his bed. Marc hopes this will solve the problem of the unwanted advances he's been receiving from his friend's wife. But whenever Marc takes Kate in his arms his world is turned upside down, and he discovers he wants more from her than a casual weekend fling.
Kate has no time for sexy, powerful playboys. She's too busy building her career and expanding her catering business. But when she gets to know the man behind the façade, she wonders if she can resist the sensual attraction growing between them. Will she be seduced by his charm and sacrifice everything she believes in for one night of passion in his arms?
Marc has a battle on his hands as he strives to win Kate's love…and her heart.
Content Warning: contains sensual love scenes
Cradling her in his arms, slowly, ever so slowly, Marc lowered his lips down to meet and caressingly touch hers. Her lips were soft and pliant, and as he held her helpless against his onslaught her mouth parted, forming an anguished, "No."
"No what?" he asked, whispering the words as he nuzzled against the delicate shell-like lobe of her ear.
With one hand still holding hers behind her back, his other hand began gently caressing the line of her jaw. Moving to her mouth, he parted her lips with his thumb, and with a light, delicate touch he explored. Kate gave a strangled whimper.
"There will never be a no between us, Kate," he said softly, his words a promise. "There will only ever be yes." He smiled slightly as his gaze searched her face, and then he saw the desperate longing shining in her eyes.
"You can't…I won't let you," she murmured as she trembled against him.
But her protests were futile. He wasn't taking no for an answer. Touching her full, moist lips with his, he began a raw, bruising invasion of her senses. His kisses were intentionally rough as he searched for a response from deep within her…and he found it.
Kate's protests were silenced as he plundered her mouth, taking the kisses he wanted, and she surrendered to him.
Marc released his grip on her hands, and with her hands now free, Kate clutched at the material of his shirt. Marc locked his hands around her bared, slender waist, and with long, slow, drawn-out movements he moved upward, cupping the soft mounds of her breasts over her shirt. He heard a sharp intake of breath, and he knew it to be a gasp of pleasurable delight. He was turning her on, and it was giving him a sense of power.
From the first moment they had laid eyes on each other there had been an instant attraction, a sort of electric chemistry between them. And he suspected he was affecting Kate as much as she was affecting him.
Marc Castell—the cold, calculating, playboy billionaire with a heart of steel—was melting. He craved Kate with an urgent need, and he knew by her reaction the feeling was mutual.
"What is it you want from me?" she asked as she tried to break free. Her protests were ineffectual.
"I think you know what I want," he said. "I want you. I want everything you have to offer." He knew his words were brutal; they had to be, because he was serious.
"I'm not available, and I have nothing to offer you."
"Well…we'll have to try and change that, won't we?" he said, and he wasn't joking.
Kate blinked as if she was trying to wake from a dream, and then from somewhere in the room the sound of a cellphone's ringtone broke the silence.
The continual ringing was claiming Marc's attention, and with great reluctance he released Kate from his embrace, but not before he had given her another long, possessive kiss.
"Stay where you are," he commanded, and then running his hands through his hair in frustration, he walked over to his desk.
Picking up the cellphone, he flicked open the case.
"Castell here," he said. Then looking directly at Kate he continued to talk. "Yes, this is Marc Castell speaking."
Marc heard Kate's shocked gasp as the penny drop. She was processing the fact that she'd been talking to the wrong man and that he wasn’t Nikki's boyfriend, Eduardo. Kate had finally discovered he was Marc Castell.