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An Inconvenient Obsession (Harlequin Presents #3022)

An Inconvenient Obsession (Harlequin Presents #3022)

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by Natasha Tate

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The Carrington family's island is up for auction…

Now, that's an invitation Ethan Hardesty just can't refuse. This groundskeeper's son turned global entrepreneur has it all. All, that is, except a piece of the Carrington estate—the island that holds all his most pleasurable and painful memories.

Ethan doesn't count on the


The Carrington family's island is up for auction…

Now, that's an invitation Ethan Hardesty just can't refuse. This groundskeeper's son turned global entrepreneur has it all. All, that is, except a piece of the Carrington estate—the island that holds all his most pleasurable and painful memories.

Ethan doesn't count on the beautiful Cate Carrington handling the transaction—and providing him with the perfect opportunity to take her into the bargain. But toying with the woman who was once the girl he loved and lost soon turns from a game into an all-out obsession.…

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Harlequin Presents Series , #3022
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4.10(w) x 6.60(h) x 0.60(d)

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"She rejected the offer, sir."

Ethan Hardesty's head snapped up. "She?"

"Yes." His newest assistant cleared his throat and checked his notes, the nervous flutter of his hands betraying his unease. "A Ms. Cate Carrington."

Shock spiraled through Ethan's gut, threatening to upend the control he'd honed over the years. But he kept his voice even as he said, "I was unaware Franklin had retired."

"He didn't." His assistant swallowed noisily and avoided Ethan's eyes. "Mr. Carrington passed away five months ago. Of a stroke."

Beyond his recent bid for the Carrington family's island, Ethan hadn't kept up on the pompous brute who'd once been his employer. Even so, he felt a twinge of irritation that he hadn't been apprised of Carrington's death earlier. "The daughter inherited everything, I presume?"

The birdlike man nodded once before inching forward to place a manila folder on Ethan's desk. "This is all the information we could gather on her," he said, retreating to his typical deferential distance. "But you might find it of interest nonetheless."

Ethan didn't spare the folder a second glance. He didn't care to read about the happy, idyllic life he was sure Cate had led. He didn't care to learn about her picturesque estate in upstate

Vermont, or to see photos of her perfect husband and angelic, flaxen-haired children. He'd stopped caring about Cate ten years ago.

"Did Ms. Carrington indicate what her plans for the island were?"

"Yes." Ethan's assistant adjusted his weight from one foot to the other. "She plans to auction it off at the family's annual charity event."

His cheek creased in a predatory smile. "Excellent. I'll need an invitation by the end of the day."

A pained grimace crossed his employee's face. "None are available, sir. I've checked. It's a very exclusive event."

Ethan's voice and gaze were equally flat. "Is that so?"

The pained grimace tightened. "You don't honestly expect me to get you in without an invitation, do you? "

"Would you rather be fired?"

Two weeks later, Ethan's chauffeur drew to a halt outside the Carrington Industries headquarters in downtown Manhattan. Exiting the limousine, Ethan straightened his custom Brioni tuxedo and tipped his head back to survey the imposing building.

It had been ten years since he'd been here. Ten years since he'd dared to set foot in his old employer's domain. Though Ethan's own life had changed dramatically, the citadel of Carrington wealth and dominion hadn't changed at all. Its twenty-five stories of black marble, glass and steel still echoed the ruthless power of its founder and his duplicitous daughter, Cate.

A grim smile tugged at Ethan's lips as he imagined Cate's reaction to his uninvited presence, the distress she'd surely feel when she realized the boy she'd rejected as beneath her had returned. No longer the unworthy son of a laborer, a nobody who'd worked on the Carringtons' Caribbean island estate just to be near her, Ethan could now buy the Carrington holdings ten times over.

Tonight's purchase, years in the making, promised to be worth every sweat-stained cent.

Anticipation unfurled in his chest as he stepped over the threshold and entered the brightly lit lobby. Clustered just inside the imposing glass doors, dozens of New York's richest philanthropists and politicians mingled, sipping champagne and preening for each other. He scanned the crowd for Cate's distinctive platinum hair, but was soon interrupted by a knot of fawning females, eager to make the acquaintance of a new, monied man in their midst.

It's as bad as London. He tolerated the meaningless small talk and overt flirtation as he slowly made his way across the lobby. Determined to extricate himself from the crowd, he entered the lavishly decorated ballroom and wended his way through a maze of linen-draped tables. An octet of musicians played in one corner while miniature white lights and flickering candles cast shadows against the pristine cream-colored name cards.

Spotting the seat he'd finagled from a business associate, Ethan pulled out the chair and slid into his designated place. Though he'd had to trade a month's use of his yacht and agree to the sale of one of Hardesty International's subsidiary companies in exchange, he knew acquiring the island would make the sacrifice worth it.

With his father growing older by the day, Ethan's time was running out. More than anything, he wanted to gift the island to his father, to prove to him once and for all that the Hardesty men needn't scrape and bow to others simply because they'd been born poor. They had every right to reach above their station, to savor the pleasures that had previously been off-limits. Just once, before age or illness claimed his father permanently, Ethan wanted him to feel like a king, to be spoiled and pampered on the island paradise he'd always loved. Maybe then, he'd believe the Hardestys were just as good as anyone else.

The fact that Ethan would now purchase the island from the high-and-mighty Cate Carrington instead of her father simply made the transaction that much sweeter.

Ethan resumed his search for Cate, dismissing one woman after another as he hunted for the slim back of the evening's hostess. When he didn't see her, he wondered if she'd taken ill at the last moment. Not that he'd care. As long as he left in possession of the island, he'd be content.

Ten seconds later, his gut seized up in recognition and a jolt of unexpected emotion fisted within his chest.


Standing next to an elderly socialite, Cate looked better than in any of the grainy pictures his staff's report had supplied. Dressed in a tiered concoction of greens and sea foam, her pale arms and shoulders bare beneath a fall of thick blond hair, she looked better than he remembered, better than even his most ardent fantasies had painted her. Graceful, willowy and as sleek as the horses they'd ridden in their youth, she exuded an aura of vulnerable sweetness that drew a cluster of admirers from every corner of the room.

His eyes narrowed, remembering how he'd once counted himself among their number, slavishly trailing after her in the hopes of gaining her attentions. He'd loved her then, before he learned everything about her was a lie. Before he learned that beneath the haunting beauty of her features and the innocent openness of her wide green eyes, she possessed a core of cold, heartless cruelty.

Suddenly, after more than a decade without her, he realized that he wanted more than just the Carringtons' family island. Yes, he still wanted the property for his father. But for himself? A coil of heated anticipation settled deep in his gut. For himself, he wanted her.

A prickling sense of unease, of being watched, had Cate turning to scan the sea of auction attendees. It's just nerves, she reasoned, dismissing her apprehension. Gesturing to her caterer, she indicated that it was time to bring out the desserts. Cate hadn't eaten yet, as she had been too busy making sure that those with deep pockets ended the meal with a feeling of generosity and largesse.

Unwilling to trust the details of this night to anyone else, she'd engaged the best caterer in the city, chosen all of the decor and hired every first chair the New York Philharmonic string section had to offer. And just as she'd hoped, just as she'd planned, the evening had progressed without a hitch.

All that remained was the auction.

The auction she was expected to emcee.

A twist of nervousness cinched her stomach tight and she felt her palms grow damp. She knew she should be used to her new role by now, but she still felt uncomfortable in front of crowds. With all of them staring up at her, expecting her to be the composed, entertaining and gracious president of Carrington Industries, she sometimes wished she could disappear. To become invisible the way she'd been for so many years before Father had died.

Taking a deep breath, she summoned a smile and took to the stage. She nodded to the front row of patrons, hoping they'd be too engrossed in their creme brulee to stare at her, and began her rehearsed speech.

"Welcome, concerned New Yorkers, medical personnel, businessmen and philanthropists alike. Carrington Industries' annual charitable auction would never experience its continued success were it not for your patronage and support."

She smiled and nodded while a smattering of applause traveled across the room.

"As I'm sure you're all aware, this year we've chosen to donate all our proceeds to Manhattan Medical Center's neonatal intensive care unit. And in attendance tonight, we have the president of the MMC board and his lovely wife, Dr. and Mrs. Whitman."

The couple stood and lifted their hands in an acknowledging wave before resuming their seats.

"We are also fortunate to have multiple donations to auction off tonight, not the least of which is an antique fifteen carat diamond and platinum necklace, courtesy of Mrs. Rutherford." Cate held up the glittering piece and slowly rotated so the audience could view it. "I'd like to start the auction with her generous gift, and begin the bidding at fifty thousand."

Within moments, the bidding had risen to two hundred thousand and Cate felt her nerves start to relax. She could do this. She could get through the night without embarrassing the Carrington name. The neonatal unit would not go without its needed funding, and more babies would survive.

In no time at all, she reached the last item, the placement traditionally reserved for the Carrington donation. This year, she'd decided to gift the private island of her youth. The island held too many painful memories, and she hadn't traveled there since…well, now was not the time to revisit the past. It was time to move forward. Past time to forget.

"Our final item for the night, as I'm sure you're all aware, is the Caribbean retreat that has been in the Carrington family since 1920." She motioned for her assistant to launch the presentation. Against a backdrop of classical music, the video they'd compiled highlighted the pristine beach, the subtropical garden, the empty horse stables and paddock awaiting new stock, the main residence with its caretaker cottage and miles of calm, clear turquoise sea.

When the presentation drew to a close amid murmured exclamations, she addressed the audience yet again. "I'm confident my father would approve of having his island retreat donated to such a worthy cause, and I am humbled to be part of his mission to help those less fortunate than we. In his memory, and to help save the fragile lives that are so dependent upon us for their survival, I'd like to start the bidding at four million dollars."

"Four million, five hundred thousand," offered Mrs. Rutherford.

An elderly gentleman with a buxom brunette pressed against his side countered with, "Five million."

"Five million, one hundred thousand," called a mink-draped woman from the front row.

The spirited bidding war continued until the price had risen to seven million. At that point, the bidders had been thinned down to two. They volleyed back and forth, upping the price in increments of a hundred thousand until a deep voice from the back cut through the competition.

"Twenty-five million dollars."

Silence reigned for several suspended breaths until as one, the entire audience turned to determine who'd offered such an outrageous bid. Cate searched along with them, scanning the dim shadows along the rear of the room as speculation surged.

"Twenty-five million dollars," she repeated as she exchanged a disbelieving glance with her assistant. "Do I hear twenty-five million, one-hundred thousand?"

No one upped the bid and silence descended yet again.

"Going once." She scanned the crowd, wishing the candles and tree lighting were brighter. "Twice." One more pause as she searched the dim periphery of the crowd. "Sold to the gentleman in the rear."

Murmurs rippled through the attendees, making it difficult for Cate's voice to be heard. "Sir," she said, leaning close to the microphone, "if you would be so kind as to come forward, I'd like to personally thank you for your support."

From the back of the room, a man unfolded his considerable length and rose to his feet. She could only make out his silhouette's profile as he moved around the tables and toward the side aisle, but something…something indefinable in his movements had her stomach quivering and the hairs on her arms standing on end.

The smooth glide of his broad shoulders, the loose-hipped momentum of his long legs and the shock of unruly black hair grazing his brow resurrected memories she'd meant to bury ages ago. Memories that snuck up on her when she couldn't sleep and was curled up alone, staring into the fire and plaguing herself with pointless what-ifs.

But it couldn't be.

Could it?

So she watched, not breathing, until he reached the end of the aisle and pivoted toward the stage. A pulse of recognition flashed through her veins and for a crazy, endless moment, time stopped.

Then he met her eyes and the past slammed back into the present, colliding against her chest with bruising clarity.

She felt her pulse everywhere: drumming in her ears, throat, head and chest. "Ethan," she whispered. The light at the edges of the room dimmed to blackness while the damaged legs she'd worked years to strengthen threatened to give way.

Panicked, she locked her knees and gripped the edges of the podium. Forcing herself to breathe, she ordered her slamming heart to calm. She would not collapse while all of New York society looked on. She could fake composure. She could feign cool benevolence.

Still clutching the podium's sharp edge, she mustered her poise, feeling like a wounded butterfly caught in a net. Here on the stage, her turmoil visible to everyone, she didn't have the luxury of solitude to gather her thoughts, to corral her emotions. The only thought she could frame, her mind running in a frantic circle of panic, was Just don't touch me. I can't touch you. I can't, can't…

He touched her anyway, leaning to curl his fingers around her forearm while his lean body eclipsed her only avenue of escape. Her bare flesh trembled beneath the scorching press of his hand. A terrifying heat, electric and sharp, pummeled her veins, her muscles and her nerves, incapacitating her with a frantic wash of emotion that felt entirely too close to fear.

"Cate," he murmured. His voice, deep and rich and imbued with an authoritative edge it hadn't held ten years ago, sent awareness careening through her. "It's been too long."

Meet the Author

Natasha Tate's romantic side has its roots in childhood. As an army brat and perennial new kid, she consumed a romance book a day, hiding them within her textbooks. This habit persisted into college, despite her more academic pursuits, equipping her with the know-how to tame her own alpha male hero. Now that she's married and an author for Harlequin, she lives her dream of crafting fairytale romances set in modern-day, larger-than-life settings. Visit her at www.NatashaTate.com.

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An Inconvenient Obsession 3.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
RtBBlog More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Desere Book provided by the author for review Review originally posted at Romancing the Book In her debut novel Natasha Tate introduces us to Ethan and Cate. As the blurb suggests these two are destined to rekindle a passion so fierce it seems it never burned out. The author took me on a magical journey of old flames reunited, secrets revealed and unforgettable passion ignited! What I liked about the book was the way in which the author introduced me to the characters, giving me ample personality traits and looks to allow my imagination to create my own picture as to what they look like and understand how their heads work. In some books I have really had a hard time trying to match the characters up with the information given and most times I fall back on plan B, which is to look at the front and try to see if the images on the front cover matches up. I especially liked that the author does not leave anything to the imagination when it comes to the end of a dramatic scene. Sometimes when reading a book and a scene comes along where there is an argument and it suddenly ends with one person saying something dramatic and that’s it. Then the next chapter would start as if nothing happened and I start to wonder if I missed a page. But this author does a beautiful job of guiding you through it all without it being boring and overwritten. Natasha Tate is a true gem when it comes to her writing, her books are fun, fresh, brilliantly written, has unforgettable plots and amazingly memorable characters. Ethan and Cate will certainly be with me for a long time. Favorite Quote: “don’t you know what my life is like without you in it?”
Dramaqueen78 More than 1 year ago
Very good read! This is a great new author!
The-Ladies-Room More than 1 year ago
Never, ever would I have guessed this beautifully crafted romance was written by a debut author. It was that exceptional. I personally know Natasha Tate, I met her a few years ago when we both attended a conference in Seattle. I've followed Natasha career and couldn't wait to read her debut book. In fact, I've actually read it twice it was that exceptional. This powerful romance starts out with the extremely handsome billionaire Ethan Hardesty wanting pay back from Cate Carrington because he had loved her ten years earlier and she sent him away. Now Cate's father has died and she's selling his "private" island, the very same one where Cate and Ethan fell in love. Ethan and his father both worked for the Carrington's. He wanted to purchase this as a gift for his father.now, before his own father passed away, Ethan wanted to prove to his dad that the Hardesty men even though had been born poor, now they were just as good as the Carrington's. I wondered if they could mend fences because it was obvious to me they still shared mutual attraction. Could they rekindle their love for each other and why in the end had Cate broken Ethan's heart? In a way, now Ethan believed due to his wealth and now owning the island, he held the power over her, He had a plan and I knew it would lead to heartbreak for Cate. Because Ethan did indeed have a plan and he was going to lure her close, close enough to crush her, until he left her trembling, vulnerable and wanting just as she had done to him, all of those years ago. Then, maybe he could find peace, or would he? Confession time came and went with Cate trying to explain her reasons for sending him away from their private island. Yet I wondered if there was more, more lies and truths to be revealed. He was ruthless with his touches and kisses until she finally gave in because not to would have killed her and possibly Ethan as well. Reading the rest of An Inconvenient Obsession was somewhat painful because in order to move forward they both had to forgive the past yet could they? Be prepared for shock, anger and revenge with this emotional romance. However in order to get their happiness, they have to go through the pain together and it was so worth it in the end. Natasha's next book will be Once Touched, Never Forgotten and I look forward to reading this one as well. Congratulations to Natasha Tate and your debut book!
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It took me 3 weeks to finish this book when it usually takes me 1 or 2 days no more than 3 days to finish a good book with this many pages. It was like watching paint dry or the grass growing and I was begging for the end to come because, even if its a bad book I must finish it hoping it may get better later on. Not this book. OMG! I was like make it stop, make it stop, my eyes are bleeding. Every time I began reading this book, it reminded me of having to study for a class that I hated. The only good thing I can say about this book is that it's finally over. The suffering has ended. I have another book by this author in my library, let's just hope it's not as bad as this one. What am I talking about, nothing could be as bad as this one, or at least I hope not.