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Seduced by the Heir

By:Pamela Yaye

Seduced by the Heir
Pamela Yaye

       First Love. Forever Love … ?

International business mogul Rafael Morretti has his pick of the world's  most desirable women. But the all-work, no-play bachelor can't forget  the one who got away. Fifteen years ago, Paris St. Clair was his college  sweetheart. Now a destination wedding in Venice has reunited him with  the vivacious beauty. And he will stop at nothing to win her back.

Busy building her financial career, Paris is still haunted by the one  who got away. Maybe meeting Rafael again in The Floating City is a sign  that their love is meant to be. As passions collide and they give in to  desire at a private villa, will a sudden web of blackmail destroy  Rafael's good name and sabotage their precious second chance?





"You taste even better than I remember," he said in a deep, guttural tone of voice.

Lips locked, their bodies pressed flat against each other, they stumbled  inside the suite and collapsed against the door. His lips were made for  kissing, for licking and sucking, and Paris couldn't get enough of his  mouth. His hands were in her hair, then caressing her neck and  shoulders.

Inhaling his scent, Paris relished the feel of his touch, the thrill of  finally being alone with him, and the pleasure of his kiss. His lips  felt oh-so-good and tasted even better.

The kiss took on a life of its own, snowballed into something fierce.  Grew stronger, more intense with each flick of his tongue. Her desire  for Rafael was insatiable, more powerful than any drug. They teased and  caressed each other until Paris didn't know right from left. It was the  hottest foreplay she'd ever had, and they were still dressed.

Yeah, but not for long.







Dear Reader,

Rafael Morretti, the firstborn of Arturo and Vivica Morretti, embodies  all the traits of an oldest child. He's a born leader with a high IQ  who'd much rather work than party. But when he travels to Venice, Italy,  for his best friend's wedding and comes face-to-face with his old  college sweetheart, Paris St. Clair, he steps up his game and pours on  the charm! Being with Paris is so easy, so natural, and their chemistry  is stronger than ever. The couple spend a magical weekend together  exploring tourist hot spots, dining in posh restaurants and slow dancing  under the stars. And after an explosive night of lovemaking on New  Year's Eve, Rafael feels himself falling fast … .

I LOVE the Morretti family and hope to write about this dynamic,  close-knit clan for many more years to come. If you keep reading, I  promise to keep writing! :)

I'm anxiously waiting to "hear" what you think of Rafael and Paris's sizzling love story, so drop me a line at [email protected], find me on Facebook or visit my website, www.pamelayaye.com.

Thanks for the support. Happy reading, and be blessed.

With love,

Pamela Yaye








Chapter 1

"I've wanted to meet you for years, and it looks like today is my lucky day!"

Like a genie in a bottle, a voluptuous woman in a gold strapless dress  appeared at Rafael Morretti's side, flashing a seductive smile. He had  been searching the tent for his friend Stefano Via, but couldn't find  the gregarious stockbroker anywhere. Stefano and his bride-to-be,  Cassandra Knight, had rented the lavish countryside villa, near Venice,  Italy, for their week-long wedding celebration. And the  three-hundred-plus guests inside the satin-draped tent were partying  like there was no tomorrow. Conversation was loud and boisterous, the  live band was whipping the fashionably dressed crowd into a frenzy, and  the mood was energetic and festive.

"I spotted you the moment you arrived." A girlish giggle fell from  between her thin, peach lips. "Being over six feet tall, and drop-dead  gorgeous makes you kinda hard to miss."

Raising an eyebrow, Rafael regarded his female admirer closely. The  blue-eyed temptress didn't seem to care about sending the wrong  impression or offending the other guests. In fact, she was determined to  violate his personal space, and to rub her body against his. Damn, he  thought, searching the tent for an escape route. Now I know how a  waitress feels during happy hour!

"I'm a huge fan of your work, and I have every magazine you've ever been featured in."

Rafael raised his glass to his mouth and tasted his Dom Perignon. The  blonde was staring at him with adoration, as if he was a rock star and  she was his number one fan. But Rafael wasn't moved by her sultry tone  or her provocative pout. Her blatant come-on was a turnoff. Call him  old-fashioned, but he didn't like the aggressive, take-charge types. He  preferred classy, refined women who carried themselves with grace and  dignity. A huge fan of my work? he thought, puzzled by her words. Can't  say I've ever heard that line before. I hope she doesn't think I'm  Emilio.                       
       
           



       

His younger brothers, Demetri and Nicco, teased him mercilessly about  his resemblance to their famous, cousin-race-car driving sensation  Emilio Morretti. And although Rafael didn't see the physical  similarities, he suspected that's who the giggly blonde thought he was.  "I'm sorry, miss, but I think you have me confused with someone else."  He peeled her fingers off his forearm and forced a smile. "I don't know  you, and I'm certain you don't know me."

She batted her fake eyelashes. "I know exactly who you are and I can prove it."

"Okay," he said, deciding to call her bluff. "Who am I?"

"You're Rafael Morretti, heir to the Morretti Incorporated empire, and  according to Business Weekly, one of the most brilliant minds of the  twenty-first century." Moving closer, until they were touching, she  lowered her voice to a whisper. "You turned thirty-six back in August,  but in my opinion you don't look a day over twenty-five."

A grin found its way onto his lips. Rafael was impressed. Not because  the woman had memorized his personal bio, but because she'd managed to  recite his profile with a sincere expression. As if she truly was his  biggest fan.

"You were born in Italy, but presently reside in Washington D.C. You're  single, you've never been married and you have no kids. Are you  satisfied? Or should I go on?"

"No, I think you've said enough."

"Silly me. I forgot to introduce myself." She stuck out her chest and  twirled a lock of hair around her index finger. "I'm Stefano's cousin,  Julietta Via. You probably won't believe this, but I'm very well known  in Italy."

Oh, I believe it! I bet you've tried to seduce every rich man in the  country! As he stood there, listening to Stefano's cousin brag about her  burgeoning modeling career, Rafael couldn't help wondering what he was  doing wrong. Women like Julietta were always throwing themselves at him,  sliding him their phone numbers and boldly propositioning him. These  were the exact reasons he preferred to stay home on the weekends. He  wasn't interested in finding Ms. Right, or making a love connection in  Venice, either. He'd been disappointed by the opposite sex one too many  times, and after his ex-girlfriend's bitter betrayal he'd decided to  take a break from dating altogether. Rafael had no intention of getting  played by another conniving woman desperate for fame and fortune. So he  took a giant step away from the aggressive blonde and scanned the  grounds for someone else to talk to.

"This is my favorite song," Julietta said, swaying to the sensuous beat  of the music. "Let's get out there, and show everyone how to really get  down."

Rafael shook his head. "I don't dance."

"Then let's take this intimate party for two inside the villa." She  linked an arm through his and gestured to the French doors. "Follow me. I  want to show you something."

"Are you always this forward?"

"I believe in taking life by the horns."

And I believe in staying far, far away from provocative women like you!  Rafael spotted his brothers, slow dancing with their wives-to-be out on  the floor, and felt a twinge of envy. These days, Demetri and Nicco were  busy planning romantic dates and jetting off to the City of Lights,  rather than hanging out with him. And for the first time ever Rafael was  unfulfilled at work, and worried about his future. Am I destined to  spend the rest of my life alone? he wondered, releasing a deep sigh.  Will I ever meet a woman who loves me for me, and not because of my net  worth? Ever since his younger brothers had gotten engaged, their mother,  Vivica, had been on his case to settle down. And when she wasn't  badgering him about finding a bride, she was trying to set him up on  blind dates.

But Rafael had bigger problems than keeping his mother out of his  personal life. Someone was out to ruin his family, and he had to find  out who it was before it was too late. Terrifying things had happened  over the summer, and even though his dad put up a brave front, Rafael  could tell he was deeply concerned about Nicco's restaurant being  vandalized, the shooting at the Beach Bentley Hotel and the recent arson  attack. For that reason Rafael didn't bother to tell his father about  the blackmail letters he'd received last Friday. He'd immediately turned  the letters over to the police, though he knew there was little the  cops could do. It was ultimately up to him and his security team to  unearth the truth, and they would, no matter what.

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