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Sweeter Temptation (Kimani Hotties, 45, Band 347) - Softcover

Buch 2 von 2: Temptation Series

Bourne, Phyllis

 
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An Irresistible Enemy 

When a fierce blizzard wreaks havoc on the small town of Candy, Ohio, Nia King isn't sure she will ever make it home. She is frozen and breathless and almost there when she discovers a gorgeous, intense stranger stranded by the roadside. This guy—whom she knows as just Kyle—is the stuff romantic fantasies are made of. Sweet secretary Nia would never entertain the idea of a one-night stand. But after two days housebound with the dark-eyed Adonis, nature begins to take its course. 

Of all the farmhouses to get stuck at! Kyle Ellison cannot believe he has just had the lovemaking of a lifetime with the woman whose life he has come to ruin. He had no idea that Nia has been trying to save the small town's candy factory—the factory he has come to shut down. The hard-playing corporate executive cannot surrender to sentimentality. But the lingering taste of Nia's sweet kisses have made him hungry for more….

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

A native of Chicago, Phyllis Bourne began her writing career as a newspaper crime reporter. After years of cops and criminal drama she left reporting to write about life’s sweeter side. Nowadays her stories are filled with heart-stopping heroes and dazzling heroines. She currently lives in Nashville, TN where she is currently writing her next happy ending.

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I should have gone to Starbucks, Kyle Ellison thought.

They served morning coffee with a smile—not unsolicited advice.

"All I'm saying is you're not a young buck anymore." Kyle's executive assistant handed him a mug of black coffee as she fixed him with an all-knowing stare. "You can't carouse the night away like you did in your twenties."

Taking a grateful gulp of the strong brew, Kyle collapsed into his leather office chair. He closed his eyes and waited for a surge of caffeine-induced energy. Contrary to his long-time assistant's assumption, his rowdy all-nighter had been spent home alone working.

"You're ignoring me, aren't you?" Marjorie Sims asked.

He cracked open an eyelid and closed it again. "Yup."

Unlike Margie, Kyle didn't believe thirty-one made him a candidate for an old-age home, although he'd put his social life on hiatus. There would be plenty of time for fun later.

Right now his priorities were Ellison Industries and overcoming his rep as the happy-go-lucky second son, whose life revolved around good times with good-looking women.

"Well, you might want to pay attention," Marjorie said, her tone as stiff as the collar on her starched white blouse. "Because your uncle wants to see you in his office."

Kyle jerked upright in his chair, no longer needing a jolt from the coffee.

Weeks ago, a call from his uncle Jonathan would have brought a smile to his face, but these days it put him on edge. Office tension had spilled over to their personal lives eroding their once-solid bond.

Kyle rose from his desk, shrugged back into his suit jacket and adjusted the knot on his silk tie. He hoped this was the summons he'd been waiting on, but cautioned himself to curb his expectations. It probably was just another one of Uncle Jon's little challenges, he speculated, irked at the thought.

"Did his secretary say what it was about?" he asked.

Margie looked up from the mail she was sorting. "Your uncle made the call personally and said it was important."

A quick elevator ride later, Kyle blinked to adjust his eyes to the dim surroundings of the coveted twenty-third floor of the Ellison Building. The combination of mahogany-paneled walls and dark draperies blocked the mid-south sunshine, shrouding the entire f loor of the downtown Nashville skyscraper in gloom.

"Ah, Mr. Ellison, your uncle's eager to see you," the blond receptionist manning the outer office said. "His secretary's out sick today, so just go on through to his office."

The interim-CEO of Ellison Industries, Jonathan Ellison had practically begged Kyle's older brother, Adam, to reconsider his decision to walk away from the top job and the company. Now that Adam was out of the picture, his uncle had been dragging his feet in turning over the reins to Kyle.

He seemed to overlook the fact Kyle also held an MBA degree and had toiled for years under their late father as one of the company's vice presidents, same as his brother.

Regardless, Ellison Industries was in Kyle's blood and sooner or later—he expected to run it.

He paused in front of the door, which still bore his father's name in raised gold letters, before pushing it open.

"Great, Kyle's here." His uncle wore an uncharacteristic grin, and Kyle felt his hopes buoy. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen him smile, and something had the man practically beaming.

His uncle rounded the desk and inclined his head toward the office's leather sofa, where another man was seated.

The man rose and extended his hand. "Good to see you, again," he said.

Again? Kyle searched his brain to place him as they briefly shook hands.

"It's Logan," his uncle blurted out.

Kyle took in the man's features trying to reconcile the face of the boy he knew with the adult in front of him.

"Logan?" Kyle asked hesitantly, not quite believing it.

The man smiled and nodded. "It's me all right, cousin."

Faint memories of the two of them wreaking havoc around the Ellison estate during the weekends Logan had spent with Uncle Jonathan played through his mind.

"Oh, my God, I haven't seen you since we were, what, six years old?"

"It's been a long time," Logan said.

More than twenty-five years, Kyle thought. He guessed it had been nearly as long since his uncle had seen his only child. Tears glistened in the older man's eyes, and the smile on his round face threatened to split it in two.

Logan's mother had remarried shortly after divorcing Jonathan Ellison. His uncle had tried to make the most of his time with his son, but when Logan moved to Asia for his stepfather's job, their visits dwindled and eventually stopped altogether.

"So what brings you back?" Kyle leaned against the antique oak desk now occupied by his uncle.

"I'm married now, and we're expecting a baby," Logan said.

"A boy," Uncle Jonathan quickly added, returning to his chair. "I'm going to be a grandfather."

"Congratulations all around." Kyle gave his cousin's hand another shake.

Logan continued. "I thought it was time to reconcile with Dad for the sake of my unborn son."

"That's great, man," Kyle said. "So when will Uncle Jon's name officially change to Grandpa?"

"In three months. I didn't want to put off seeing Dad any longer, and then there's the matter of my son's financial legacy."

Kyle raised a brow. There was something in his cousin's tone that didn't sit right. "Financial legacy?"

"My estrangement doesn't change the fact I'm an Ellison. Thus, so is my unborn son." He glanced around the office. "My boy deserves a stake in all of this. So do I."

"Well, I'm sure Uncle Jon and I can find a place for you here," Kyle said, unable to brush off the feeling of unease creeping over him.

Surreptitious glances exchanged between father and son did little to abate his concern. He's family, Kyle reminded himself.

Actually, Dad and I were discussing it when you walked in," Logan said. "I was laying out my qualifications for the CEO position."

Son of a… "The what?" Kyle's entire body stiffened.

He must have heard his cousin wrong. No way had this almost stranger waltzed into his late father's office with the idea of making it his own.

"As you know, I spent a considerable amount of my childhood in Asia," Logan said. "As I explained to Dad, with me at the helm, Ellison Industries could establish a strong position in China and other emerging markets."

"He has some excellent ideas," Uncle Jon said, every word infused with pride. "Logan has a degree in international business. He's also fluent in Chinese."

"Both Mandarin and Cantonese," Logan interjected.

Kyle struggled to keep a cool head as he looked from an elated Uncle Jon to his prodigal son. However, there was a point they all needed to be clear on.

He turned his attention to Logan.

Long-forgotten memories of them as children resurfaced. A spoiled Logan having to have his way all the time. His cousin cheating at games or accidentally breaking a window while playing ball and pointing the finger at an innocent bystander.

Logan had been a low-down kid who apparently hadn't lost his touch as an adult.

"You're obviously confused,...

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