Pamela Yaye - Seduced By The Hero

But that doesn’t mean he’s lived a charmed life. He is estranged from his father, has endured a bitter scandal that damaged his reputation and business, and he caught his fiancée in bed with another man—his younger brother. Love is the last thing on Immanuel’s mind when he relocates from Venice to Atlanta, so imagine his surprise when he meets Dionne Fontaine and falls hard and fast for her. Too bad she’s off-limits. On the outside looking in, Dionne seems to have it all, but she has fears and insecurities just like the rest of us. Unlucky in love, with two failed marriages, she’s given up all hope of ever meeting her soul mate and living happily ever after. Enter Immanuel Morretti. The security specialist is more than just a handsome face and chiseled physique. He’s the total package, a hero with a heart of gold, and everything about him excites her. Dionne and Immanuel are a match made in heaven. After a romantic weekend in The Emerald City filled with passionate kisses, shared confidences and delicious lovemaking, they decide to take a chance on love—and each other. Hearing from readers is the highlight of my day, so keep the emails, reviews and messages coming! I appreciate each and every one of you, and I’m humbled by your support. Happy reading. All the best in life and love, Pamela Yaye

Title Page Seduced by the Hero Pamela Sadadi www.millsandboon.co.uk

About the Author 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 Acknowledgments 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 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Copyright This is my twentieth Harlequin novel. Yes, you read that correctly. TWENTIETH. It seems like just yesterday I got “the call,” but it’s been eight wonderful years. They say it takes a village to raise a child, and the same can be said about publishing a romance novel! I want to thank Harlequin, my amazing agent, Sha-Shana Crichton, for believing in my gift, past and present Kimani staff, and my friends and family for their unwavering support. I’m living my dream, and you’re the reason why. Here’s to twenty more!

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

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Copyright

Chapter 1

“Surely you can’t be that dumb.” Dionne Fontaine heard the scathing retort leave her mouth and wished she could cram the words back down her throat. Not because she felt guilty for losing her temper, but because the novice life coach with the Dolly Parton–like cleavage had burst into tears.

Her vice president and friend, Sharleen Nichols, glared at her as if she were the problem, and Dionne wondered if she’d been too harsh. Considering all of the facts, Dionne determined her next move. Sharleen and Annabelle Clark had arrived at her office ten minutes earlier, during her morning meditation time, and although she’d been annoyed by the interruption, Dionne had given them her undivided attention. She was the CEO of Pathways Center, the head woman in charge, and she prided herself on being accessible to her employees. Even starstruck life coaches who put themselves in compromising situations with male clients.

“Annabelle did nothing wrong,” Sharleen insisted, her tone matter-of-fact. “It’s not her fault Ryder Knoxx propositioned her during their free consultation yesterday. She shouldn’t be blamed for his poor judgment.”

Feeling contrite, Dionne spoke in a sympathetic tone. “Entertainers are notorious womanizers with no conscience. Since it’s obvious Mr. Knoxx has a crush on you, I’ll assign you to another client and pass the aging rock star on to a more seasoned life coach.”

Panic flickered across her face. “No. Don’t. I like him, and we have a lot in common.”

“This isn’t about you, Annabelle. This is about doing what’s best for our clients.”

Her shoulders drooped, and she slid down in her chair, as if she were trying to disappear into the plush, soft fabric. “But we clicked,” she whined. “Ryder thinks we’re kindred spirits.”

Of course he does. He’s trying to get into your pants, and you’re too stupid to realize it.

Dionne struggled to control her temper. It was a challenge, especially in light of everything that had happened at the center in recent months, but she maintained her cool. “Your goal as a life coach is to encourage and support clients through their problems and issues, not become their BFFs.”

Annabelle started to speak to argue her point, but Dionne silenced her with a look. Her Southern drawl was charming, but she was a pain in the ass and she wanted to get rid of her. “Life coaching is about helping people improve the quality of their lives without expecting anything in return,” she continued. “It’s imperative you act professional at all times, and don’t, under any circumstances, accept money, gifts or favors from clients.”

“Does that mean I can’t attend the world music awards with Ryder next month?”

“That’s exactly what it means.”

“But—”

“But nothing,” Dionne snapped, finally losing her patience. The more time she spent with Annabelle, the less she liked her, and she suspected the only reason the university graduate had applied to Pathways was to hook up with a celebrity. “You’ve only been working here for three months, and since you started it’s been one problem after another...”

Sharleen tried to interrupt her, but Dionne was on a roll. She didn’t believe in biting her tongue or sugarcoating the truth. She always spoke her mind. “I’m all for a woman using her physical assets to get ahead, but you need a make- under . Tone down the eyeliner, lay off the hair spray and, for goodness’ sake, cover your tits. This is a place of business.”

Sniffling, Annabelle cleaned her plump, tearstained cheeks with the back of her hands. “You’re right, Mrs. Fontaine. I’m sorry. I’ll do better, I promise.”

“You better, or you’re fired.”

Sharleen winced as if she were in pain, but Dionne pretended not to notice.

“Pathways is my life, and I won’t let you or anyone else destroy my agency.”

Nodding, Annabelle rose to her feet and straightened her low-cut, belted dress. “I better head back to my office. My next session starts at ten, and I need time to prepare.”

Annabelle hustled through the open door and closed it behind her.

Dionne was glad to see her leave. “You never should have hired her,” she said, reaching for her oversize mug and raising it to her lips. “She’s young and immature, and so damn gullible. It’s hard to believe she’s twenty-seven years old.”

“Annabelle’s a good life coach.”

“That remains to be seen.”

Sharleen released a deep breath. With her flawless complexion and delicate features, she’d always been a pretty girl, but since meeting race-car driver Emilio Morretti, she’d stepped up her fashion game. No longer self-conscious about the scars on her arms and legs she’d suffered in a tragic house fire, she’d traded in her dark suits for vibrant designer outfits. The oversize bow on the neckline of her red A-line dress was eye-catching, and her pearl accessories enhanced the femininity of her look.

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