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      “I’d do anything for you. You know that, right?” Emilio said.

      He reached out and brushed his fingers gently against her cheeks. Pleasure shot straight to her core, tickled and teased her.

      “Do you want me to carry you back to my estate?”

      “Let’s not and say we did,” she said with a laugh. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a curvy woman, not a toothpick, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

      His stare was bold, penetrating. Emilio didn’t speak, didn’t utter a word, but if looks could kill she’d be six feet under. Sharleen gulped. What did I do wrong? Why is he mad?

      The tense moment only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like hours had passed.

      Emilio broke the silence, his voice hollow, cold as ice. He didn’t raise his voice, but his disappointment was evident. “You’re an incredibly smart woman, but I swear, sometimes you say the craziest things.”

      Sharleen narrowed her eyes and hitched a hand to her hip. “Who are you calling crazy?”

      “You. Now shut up and kiss me.” Emilio seized her waist, wrapped his arms around her and claimed her lips with his mouth.

      Dear Reader,

      After I lost my second child, I attended group therapy sessions, and seven years later I still remember a single dad with a heartbreaking story of loss. I thought about him as I wrote Seduced by Mr. Right and knew the book was going to be a sweet, tender romance about two wounded souls who help each other heal. I enjoyed seeing the transformation in Emilio Morretti once he met Sharleen Nichols, and I cheered them on as their relationship progressed. It’s touching to see them open up to each other, and once they bare their souls, things REALLY heat up. I have a feeling you’re going to love chapter sixteen, too! :-)

      Special thanks to everyone who purchased The Morretti Millionaires series. I am humbled by your messages, reviews and words of encouragement. Look for more Morretti Millionaires books in the near future.

      I love to hear from readers, so drop me a line at [email protected], find me on Facebook or visit my new, revamped website at pamelayaye.com.

      All the best in life and love,

      Pamela Yaye

      Seduced

      by Mr. Right

      Pamela Yaye

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      PAMELA YAYE has a bachelor’s degree in Christian education. Her love for African-American fiction prompted her to pursue a career in writing romance. When she’s not working on her latest novel, this busy wife, mother and teacher is watching basketball, cooking or planning her next vacation. Pamela lives in Alberta, Canada, with her gorgeous husband and adorable but mischievous son and daughter.

       Acknowledgments

      Shannon Criss: Thank you for giving me the freedom to write the story that was in my heart. I appreciate your support and hope you’ll be my editor for many years to come. We make a fantastic team! :-)

      Daniel Odidison: You are the best dad ever!!! Thank you for being my unofficial PR person. You tell everyone you meet about my books and hand out autographed copies at the bank, the grocery store, church and in mall parking lots. You are just amazing, and I’m SO thankful you’re my dad.

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

      Dear Reader

       Title Page

       About the Author

      Acknowledgments

      Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Copyright

       Chapter 1

      “Emilio, we have a problem.”

      Frowning, Emilio Morretti hit Pause on the remote control and glanced over his right shoulder. Sunshine splashed through the windows of his Greensboro estate, filling the living room with a harsh, blinding light. But he could still make out his business manager’s silhouette in the open doorway. Emilio was drained, but he nodded his head in greeting. Today was the second anniversary of his nephew’s death, and although his spirits were low, he slapped a smile on his face.

      “Hey, man, what’s up?”

      “Sorry for barging in like this, but this couldn’t wait.” Antwan Tate slipped off his aviator sunglasses and rested his leather briefcase at his feet. Antwan reeked of confidence. His black Tom Ford suit didn’t have a wrinkle in sight, and he was wearing more bling than Diddy. The men had known each other for years—ever since Emilio relocated from Italy to Atlanta in 2006—and he could tell by his manager’s creased brow and stiff posture that he was stressed-out. Over the years, they’d become closer than brothers, and Emilio considered Antwan family. Antwan

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