Surrender to a Donovan (The Donovans, 4, Band 301) - Softcover

Arthur, A.C.

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0373862768 ISBN 13: 9780373862764

Verlag: Harlequin Kimani Romance, 2012

Inhaltsangabe

Sean Donovan is a man on a mission—to discover who is behind the popular relationship column that has transformed his family-owned magazine into Miami's hippest glossy. But Tate Dennison isn't the sassy columnist the hardworking bachelor expected. Nor is he prepared for the flash fire of passion the stunning single mother arouses.…

The hunky magazine executive wants to mix business with pleasure, but Tate has one hard and fast rule: never fall for the boss! The once-burned advice columnist has no intention of becoming the devastatingly attractive playboy's latest conquest. But what woman can resist Sean's charms? Once she's sampled his kisses, can Tate protect her heart—even when a sabotage plot threatens the Donovan empire and their possible future together?

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Artist C. Arthur was born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland where she currently resides with her husband and three children. Determined to bring a new edge to romance, she continues to develop intriguing plots, sensual love scenes, racy characters and fresh dialogue;thus keeping the readers on their toes! Artist loves to hear from her readers and can be reached through her contact form or via email at acarthur22@yahoo.com

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Numbers didn't lie.

Sean Donovan had learned that lesson early in life—somewhere around third grade, when he thought he could change the grade on his report card from a 75 to a 95. His father, Bruce Donovan, had been skeptical about the one grade on the report card that had been made in blue ink versus the remaining ones in black ink. The conference with his teacher had sealed Sean's fate, as Mr. Crutcheon had meticulously added up every one of Sean's test grades in his class. Then he divided and came up with the average grade. It was a 75.

"Numbers don't lie, son," his father had said to him with his solemn, you're-in-big-trouble voice.

Those three words had stuck with him all his life, and Sean had never tried anything as deceitful as that again. Luckily for him, his mother, Janean, had selected his punishment instead of his father. Janean's mind leaned more toward the manual labor type of punishment, while Bruce was standing stern on the corporal punishment ladder. It was his older brother, Dion, who was usually on the receiving end of their dad's punishment. Sean had never envied his big brother that.

As a Donovan, Sean was a descendent of men who began their fortune in oil refineries and then branched out into such areas as the military, casino ownership, real estate, mass media, and the one that had given the family name worldwide attention—philanthropy. His father was one of six brothers whose families stretched across the United States, and their father came from a family of four brothers and two sisters. To put it mildly, the Donovans were deep. They were well-known and respected. Which Sean sometimes thought of as a blessing and a curse.

While he loved his job as managing editor at Infinity magazine, a division of DNT, the Donovan Multimedia Network, there were days when he wished he would have done something else with his life. He'd gone to Columbia, his father's alma mater, and had majored in English with a minor in finance—even though he really had a deep love of history. That love probably wouldn't have lasted into a career, but sometimes, actually—days like today—he wondered what if.

Sean's office at Infinity was huge, located on the corner of the third floor of the Excalibur Business Center, which was owned by DNT. The walls were a rich mahogany color with chocolate-tone carpet lining the floors. The furniture was heavy and gave the room an old law firm feel. It could be considered somber and professional. The somber part would not be an exaggeration.

Sean held a piece of paper in one hand, while his finger skimmed down a column of numbers on another sheet that lay on the desk. Numbers do not lie, he said to himself once more.

Infinity was picking up major distribution numbers, which was a good thing. But so was Onyx, Infinity's rival magazine.

Onyx was owned by Sabine Ravenell, and it provided entertainment news about African American celebrities. Just last year they'd begun an up-and-coming segment that boosted their sales. Now, they were neck and neck with Infinity.

Actually, he thought, dropping the paper onto his desk and dragging his hands down his face, Infinity still had a lead on Onyx. But not big enough to suit Sean's standards.

"Bad news, huh?" Dion Donovan said, coming into Sean's office and closing the door behind him.

Sean had been so deep in concentration that he hadn't even heard the door open. Then again, his older brother rarely knocked on his door anyway, and Gayle, Sean's assistant, had long since stopped announcing him. He never gave her time to do so before barging into the office.

"Let's just say it's not good," Sean replied, sitting back in his chair. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "What are you doing here so late?" A glance at the clock on his desk told him it was past seven.

"Come on, man. You know I don't punch a clock around here." Dion had taken a seat, propping one ankle up on his knee and sitting back in the chair.

He looked a lot like their father, with his tall stature and serious dark eyes. But that's where the similarities ended. Dion was the epitome of good looks. He was every girl's fantasy, with his broad, sculpted body and chiseled face. In fact, Dion was considered the gorgeous brother, while Sean had succumbed to the comments that he should be a cover model with his so-called quiet and sophisticated good looks. He didn't much care for those comments. And to be frank, the attention made him uncomfortable. Dion, on the other hand, was more than content with all the fanfare his looks garnered.

"You don't punch a clock, but you've got a beautiful woman at home waiting for you. That should be enough to have you running for the elevator at closing time."

Three months ago, Dion had announced that he was in love with Lyra Anderson, the woman who had grown up with them. One month after that, Dion and Lyra were married in an intimate ceremony at the Big House—Sean and Dion's parents' house in Key Bis-cayne, Florida.

To Sean, Lyra was his little sister, and she had been since the day his mother had brought her home saying she was spending the night. Lyra's mother, who had just recently died in a car accident, had been on drugs and couldn't properly care for Lyra. So Janean Donovan had done the honors. But for Dion, Lyra had not been a little sister—she'd been more like the other half to his whole. Sean could see that in his brother's eyes each time he mentioned Lyra.

"She's working late, too. I'm picking her up in half an hour and then we're going out to dinner. You want to join us?"

Sean traced a finger along his chin. He needed to shave, he thought as he felt the usually lightly trimmed hair there. "Last time I checked, being a third wheel was no fun."

"You're not a third wheel. You're family. Plus, we can talk about what's bothering you."

He shook his head. "Nothing but the usual. Trying to keep a step ahead of Onyx."

"Yeah? Is Ravenell still riding you about selling?"

He nodded. "She is."

"But she doesn't call me or Dad," Dion said, leaning back to let his finger run against his chin as well.

To an outsider, the two similar men rubbing their goatees in the same way might have been strange. To them, it was the norm. Sean and Dion were very close, as were the other members of the Donovan family that resided in Miami with them. It was no wonder they had similar mannerisms when they spent so much time together.

Sean shrugged. "I don't know what's in her head." Dion chuckled.

"What?" Sean asked quizzically. "Private joke?"

"Man, how can you know so much about numbers and sales and distribution and know absolutely nothing about females?"

"I know that she's working my nerves by constantly asking to buy Infinity. I've told her a million times we're not interested in selling."

"She keeps asking you because she's got a thing for you," Dion said, his eyebrows hitching up and down as if he were waiting for Sean to catch on.

When Dion's mind wasn't on Infinity, it was most likely on sleeping with women. Or at least, that had been the case before Lyra returned from L.A.

And now that Sean knew what his brother was thinking, he had to frown. "Then I'd hate to break the bad news to her," he said. "Ravenell is not my type."

Dion laughed so hard Sean thought he would fall out of the chair. Sabine...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Harlequin Kimani Romance
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2012
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0373862768
• ISBN 13: 9780373862764
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 224
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