The Magnate's Mistress (Harlequin Presents #2415) [NOOK Book]

Overview

He wanted her as his mistress… but as the mother of his child?

Tara was millionaire Australian hotel magnate Max Richmond's mistress. She loved Max for himself, not for the gifts he gave her, their glamorous life, or even their intense lovemaking. But now, she was expecting his baby, the question was, should she stay or should she go? Tara was convinced there was no place for a pregnant mistress in Max's life, or was there?

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The Magnate's Mistress (Harlequin Presents #2415)

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Overview

He wanted her as his mistress… but as the mother of his child?

Tara was millionaire Australian hotel magnate Max Richmond's mistress. She loved Max for himself, not for the gifts he gave her, their glamorous life, or even their intense lovemaking. But now, she was expecting his baby, the question was, should she stay or should she go? Tara was convinced there was no place for a pregnant mistress in Max's life, or was there?

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426811906
  • Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
  • Publication date: 1/1/2009
  • Series: Harlequin Presents Series , #2415
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 104,496
  • File size: 123 KB

Meet the Author

Miranda Lee was born at Port Macquarie, a popular seaside town on the Mid-North Coast of New South Wales, Australia, and is the youngest of four children. Her father was a country school teacher and brilliant sportsman. Her mother was a talented dressmaker. When Miranda was ten, her father was transferred to Gosford, another coastal town in the countryside, much closer to Sydney.

After leaving her convent school, Miranda briefly studied the cello before moving to Sydney, where she embraced the emerging world of computers. Her career as a programmer ended after she married, had three daughters and bought a small acreage in a semi-rural community.

Following this, Miranda attempted greyhound training, as well as horse and goat breeding, but was left dissatisfied. She yearned to find a creative career from which she could earn money. When her sister suggested writing romances, it seemed like a good idea. She could do it at home, and it might even be fun!

It took a decade of trial and error before her first romance, After the Affair, was accepted and published. At that time, Miranda, her husband, and her three daughters had moved back to the Central Coast, where they could enjoy the sun and the surf lifestyle once again.

Not long into her writing career, Miranda committed herself to writing a six-book series entitled, The Hearts of Fire, with a deadline of just nine short months. Bravely, her husband left his executive position to stay home and support Miranda's writing career. He learned to cook and to clean, two invaluable household skills.

Numerous successful stories followed, each embodying Miranda's trademark style: pacy andsexyrhythms; passionate, real-life characters; and enduring, memorable story lines. She has one credo when writing romances: Don't bore the reader! Millions of fans world-wide agree she never does.

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First Chapter

The Magnate's Mistress


By Miranda Lee

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2004 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-373-12415-5


Chapter One

THE beep-beep which signalled an incoming text message had Tara dropping her book and diving for her cellphone.

Max! It had to be Max. He was the only person who text-messaged her these days.

Arriving Mascot at 1530, she read with her heart already thudding. QF310. Can you pick me up? Let me know.

A glance at her bedside clock said five to twelve. If his plane was to arrive at three-thirty this afternoon, Max had to be already in the air.

She immediately texted him back.

Will be there.

She smiled wryly at the brevity and lack of sentiment in both their messages. There was no I can't wait to see you, darling. No I've missed you terribly. All very matter-of-fact.

Max was a matter-of-fact kind of man. Mostly.

Not quite so matter-of-fact in bed. A quiver rippled down Tara's spine at the image of Max in the throes of making love to her.

No. Not at all matter-of-fact on those occasions.

Tara glanced at the clock again. Nearly noon.

Not a lot of time for her to get ready, catch a train into town, collect Max's car and drive out to the airport. She would have to hurry.

Jumping up from the bed reminded Tara of why she'd been lying back down at this late hour on a Saturday morning. A new wave of nausea rolled through her and she just made it to the bathroom in time before retching.

Darn. Why did she have to have a tummy bug today of all days? It had been almost a month since she'd seen Max, the current crisis in the travel industry having kept him on the hop overseas for ages. Hong Kong had been one of the cities worst affected. When she'd complained during his last phone call two nights ago that she'd forget what he looked like soon, Max had promised to see what he could do this weekend. He was flying to Auckland on the Friday for an important business meeting and might have time to duck over to Sydney on the weekend before returning to Hong Kong.

But Tara hadn't seriously expected anything. She never liked to get her hopes up too much. It was too depressing when she was disappointed. Still, maybe Max was finally missing her as much as she was missing him.

Which was why the last thing she needed today was to feel sick. She might only have the one night with him this time and she wanted to make the most of it. But it would be hard to enjoy his company if she felt like chucking up all the time.

A sigh reverberated through her as she flushed the toilet.

"Are you all right in there?" her mother called through the bathroom door.

"I'm fine," Tara lied, experience warning her not to say anything. Her mother would fuss. Tara disliked being fussed over. No doubt she was only suffering from the same twenty-four-hour gastric bug which was going through Sydney's western suburbs like wildfire. Her sister's family had had it this past week, and she'd been over there last weekend for a family barbeque.

Actually, now that she'd been sick, Tara felt considerably better. A shower would make her feel even better, she reasoned, and turned on the spray.

Her arrival in the kitchen an hour later with freshly blow-dried hair, a perfectly made-up face and a new outfit on had her mother giving her a narrow-eyed once-over.

"I see his lord and master must be arriving for one of his increasingly fleeting visits," Joyce said tartly, then went back to whatever cake she was making.

Saturday was Joyce Bond's baking day; had been for as long as Tara could remember. Such rigid routines grated on Tara's more spontaneous nature. She often wished that her mother would surprise her by doing something different on a Saturday for once. She also wished she would surprise her with a different attitude towards Max.

"Mum, please don't," Tara said wearily, and popped a slice of bread into the toaster. Her stomach had settled enough for her to handle some Vegemite toast, but she still wasn't feeling wonderful.

Joyce spun round from the kitchen counter to glower at her daughter. Her impossibly beautiful daughter.

Tara had inherited the best of each of her parents. She had her father's height, his lovely blond hair, clear skin, good teeth and striking green eyes. Joyce had contributed a cute nose, full lips and an even fuller bust, which looked infinitely better on Tara than it ever had on her own less tall, short-waisted body.

Joyce hadn't been surprised when one of the wealthy men who patronised the exclusive jewellery boutique where Tara worked had made a beeline for her. She wasn't surprised - or even too worried - when Tara confessed that she was no longer a virgin. Joyce had always thought it a minor miracle that a girl with Tara's looks had reached twenty-four without having slept with a man. After all, her daughter's many boyfriends must have tried to get the girl into bed.

Tara had always claimed she was waiting for Prince Charming to come along. Joyce's younger daughter was somewhat of an idealist, a full-on romantic. An avid reader, she was addicted to novels which featured wonderful heroes and happy-ever-after endings.

In the beginning, Joyce had hoped that Max Richmond was her daughter's Prince Charming. He had most of the attributes. Wealth. Good looks. Youth. Relative youth, anyway. He'd been thirty-five when they'd begun seeing each other.

But in the last twelve months Joyce had come to feel differently about her daughter's relationship with the handsome hotel magnate. It had finally become clear that Max Richmond was never going to marry his lovely young mistress.

For that was what Tara had swiftly become. Not a proper girlfriend, or a partner, as people sometimes called their loved ones these days. A mistress, expected to be there when he called and be silent when he left. Expected to give everything and receive nothing in return, except for the corrupting gifts rich men invariably gave to their mistresses.

Designer clothes. Jewellery. Perfume. Flowers.

A fresh bouquet of red roses was delivered every week when Max was away. But who ordered them? Joyce often wondered. The man himself, or his secretary?

(Continues...)



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    Posted June 28, 2014

    Two stars.

    He called her girlfriend, not mistress, told her he loved her, didn't act emotionally remote, wanted her to travel with him and once she found out she was pregnant she reacted like a spoiled child whining about his feelings. A lot of the problems created was on her part and he was to understanding. Also didn't care for the continual adultry angle in the secondary characters lives.

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    Great

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