Seduced by the Heir

By: 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,

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.

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