The Tycoon's Socialite Bride

The Tycoon's Socialite Bride

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by Tracey Livesay
     
 

The Tycoon's Socialite Bride by Tracey Livesay

To avenge his mother's mistreatment at the hands of her upper-crust employer, self-made real estate tycoon Marcus Pearson needs entree into their exclusive world. When D.C. socialite Pamela Harrington comes to him for help, Marcus realizes the golden admission ticket he's been seeking has suddenly fallen into

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The Tycoon's Socialite Bride by Tracey Livesay

To avenge his mother's mistreatment at the hands of her upper-crust employer, self-made real estate tycoon Marcus Pearson needs entree into their exclusive world. When D.C. socialite Pamela Harrington comes to him for help, Marcus realizes the golden admission ticket he's been seeking has suddenly fallen into his lap.

Pamela will do anything to save her favorite cause, even agree to a marriage of convenience. The altruistic "it-girl" isn't worried about the pretend passion with Marcus turning real; she's sworn off powerful, driven men who use her for her family's connections.

So she'll deny the way her pulse races with one look from his crystalline blue eyes. And he'll ignore the way his body throbs with each kiss from her full lips. Because there's no way he'll lose his blue-collar heart to the blue-blooded beauty.

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ISBN-13:
9781622664924
Publisher:
Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date:
02/10/2014
Series:
Entangled Indulgence
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
200
Sales rank:
114,292
File size:
1 MB

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The Tycoon's Socialite Bride


By Tracey Livesay, Rochelle French, Lewis Pollak

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2014 Tracey Livesay
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62266-492-4


CHAPTER 1

Arcing back, Marcus Pearson swung his driver and hit the ball off the eighteenth tee at Congressional Country Club, the contact reverberating up his arms. The ball soared through the air and landed a third of the way down the fairway. He smiled and let the golf club slide through his fingers.

Next to him, his friend and attorney, Carter Richardson, whistled. "Hiring a golf pro seems to be a good investment, after all."

"Speaking of investments, we have to do something about the Holcombe deal. Increase the bid by ten percent." Money solved every problem. Anyone who didn't agree either didn't have enough of it or wasn't willing to part with it.

Carter's jaw dropped open. "Are you kidding?"

"Great shot," a voice called out, smooth, mellow, and undeniably feminine.

Marcus whipped around and then stared, momentarily at a loss for words. He had seen a lot of beautiful women in his life—he was a wealthy man and there was never a shortage of attractive women willing to be seen in his company. But this woman, the one who'd stepped off the paved pathway and onto the green, was extraordinary. Her hair, long and shiny, hung in a curtain around her face. Her mirrored sunglasses hid her eyes, but drew his attention to her high cheekbones and full lips.

Beside him, Carter whispered, "I hope she's part of the welcoming committee."

"Well worth the six-figure initiation fee."

"You're a difficult man to track down, Mr. Pearson," she said when she reached them.

"Not for those I want to find me."

"And how does one make it on that rarefied list?"

He studied her, from that magnificent hair, past the yellow dress that showed off a fantastic body, down shapely legs to strappy heels, then smiled. "I think you can be added."

She returned the gesture, a dimple appearing in her left cheek. "I'm flattered."

"Hello." Carter slid in, extending his hand toward her. "I'm Carter Richardson. Attorney. Good guy. New man around town." He blinked rapidly. "You look familiar. Have we met before?"

Marcus burst into laughter at his friend's come-on line. "It's a new city, man. You need new material."

She took Carter's hand and her eyes flickered in Marcus's direction briefly before returning to Carter. "I can honestly say we've never met."

That was probably true. But something about the broken eye contact and the hesitation in her voice told him it wasn't the entire story.

Carter released her hand, giving her fingers a tiny squeeze. "I hope this isn't the last time I'll ever see you, Miss—or is it Mrs.?"

"Pamela. You can call me Pamela."

"I'd like to," Carter murmured.

"Down, boy," she said, laughing. "I'm actually here to speak with Mr. Pearson. Do you have a few minutes?" She turned to him and removed her sunglasses.

His breath caught in his throat. A brilliant pale green flecked with streaks of golden yellow, her eyes were a striking contrast to her warm caramel complexion.

"I've still got to play my ball," Carter said, grabbing his bag and heading down the fairway, then called over his shoulder, "I'll meet you on the green."

She looked around. "He shouldn't have to carry his bag. Where's your caddy?"

"We don't have one."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll talk to the staff about that. They should have provided one for you."

"No. I meant we don't need one. Why would I have someone carry my bag when I'm perfectly able to carry it myself?"

"Because it's their job. And caddies do more than carry bags. They offer tips and strategies on playing the course."

He shrugged and slid his club back into his bag. "I figured it out."

She cleared her throat and looked away from him, raising her right hand to shield her eyes. He glanced at her left hand, wrapped around the strap of her bag. Other than the diamond band on her pinky, it was bare.

"What can I do for you, Pamela?"

"I'm here about the G Street Women's Shelter."

Thoughts of sharing a pleasurable evening with an intriguing woman morphed into a tiresome fund-raising pitch session. No thanks, no matter how enticing the representative. Shaking his head, he reached into a pocket on his golf bag and pulled out a business card. "Call the office tomorrow and speak to our PR department. They handle the requests for donations. They're based in our San Francisco office, so—"

"I'm not here about a charity." She frowned. "Well, I am, but not the way you think."

He hefted his bag. "If you'll excuse me, it's been a long afternoon."

"Wait. This is important and I'm not doing this right." She took a deep breath and pulled her shoulders back. "Did you recently acquire a building on G Street Southwest?"

He let the bag drop. He couldn't answer her because he didn't know. And he should. Success had come to him at a young age because he believed the buck stopped with him. Always. He'd made it his business to know every piece of property his company acquired and every project his people developed.

Since his move back to the District, however, he'd been focused on the Holcombe. Apparently, to the detriment of everything else.

"Why?"

"Because the building you purchased has been home to the G Street Women's Shelter for the past eight years. Would you consider selling it? I'll pay you full listing price."

"It's not for sale." His team was the best in the business. If they sanctioned the deal, there must be something profitable about the building or the area. And Pearson Enterprises was in the business of making a profit. He would support their decision.

"You're not renewing their lease. When it expires, they will have no place to go." The wind picked up slightly, her skirt blowing in the breeze.

"I'm truly sorry about their displacement. That's why we give tenants sixty days' notice. So they can find new accommodations."

"It's a women's shelter, Mr. Pearson, not a stock market boiler room. We can't just move to another building, especially in DC. Zoning for our type of home has become more restrictive." She ticked off each point on the fingers of her left hand. "We'd have to find a building we can afford in a properly zoned neighborhood where the residents won't object to a battered women's shelter nearby. That limits the availability to—oh, I don't know—the building we are currently occupying!" She didn't try to conceal her irritation. It rolled off her and coated him, heavy and thick, like fog blanketing the coastline. Her eyes had gone wide and color tinted her cheeks.

"There's nothing I can do." He turned and started down the cart path.

She ran up alongside him. "Is that it? You aren't going to help us?" She was so focused on him she didn't notice a golf cart heading their way. He reached out and pulled her off the path just as the cart zoomed by. The old man driving it never stopped.

Adrenaline raced through him and they stood breathing heavily, his arm around her waist, their bodies pressed together. A diamond solitaire winked at him where it lay in her cleavage. He had a sudden and unexpected vision of her naked except for the necklace, in his bed, her long limbs and soft skin open and welcoming.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You're welcome."

She stayed within the circle of his body for a moment longer, and then she moved away. "I'm not asking you for charity. We can pay the rent. If you won't sell it, would you consider extending the lease for at least another year?"

"I'm sorry, we have plans for that property." He wasn't sure what the plans were, but knowing his staff, the purchase was integral to his business. "Now if you'll excuse me ..."

She looked up at him, her forehead wrinkled, her lips slightly parted, as if she couldn't believe she was leaving without her desired result. "There is no excuse for you, Mr. Pearson. I'm sorry I wasted both your time and mine."

Without another glance, she headed down the path toward the club, her posture stiff, dignified, and enticing as hell. He sighed and continued down the fairway to where Carter stood, waiting.

"Well?"

Setting down his bag, Marcus sized up the placement of his ball. "I thought she was after a charity donation."

"I wonder if that's why she looks familiar." Carter shrugged. "They don't give you time to settle in before they pounce."

Marcus ignored the way his conscience pricked when he thought of the women's shelter. He never would have approved that transaction if he'd known about it, but he'd given his acquisitions team unprecedented approval over projects. It wasn't their fault. They were doing their job. They didn't know about his personal history.

Rather than tell Carter what Pamela really wanted, he let the issue slide by. "New money in town. Can't blame them for trying." He hit the ball and followed its progress down the course.

"As for that hotel, Holcombe hasn't refused your offer. He hasn't even seen it. His agent told me Holcombe's attorney is doing the rejecting."

"Doesn't the attorney have a legal obligation to present all offers to Holcombe?"

"Not if Holcombe has set a precondition. For example, he may have told his attorney not to present him with any offers below ninety percent of the asking price."

"My last offer was well above fair market value."

"That was just an example. Besides, the building isn't worth that amount. You won't get financing."

Marcus closed his eyes and pictured the classic nineteenth-century Italian Renaissance-style building. With its golden spire and Doric columns, it was an elegant architectural masterpiece. A crown jewel of the nation's capital.

The Holcombe hotel.

All of his work, all of these years, had led to this one acquisition.

"I don't need financing. If I have to, I'll purchase it outright."

"You're going to mix personal and business assets?" Carter shook his head slowly, his brows pulled together. "What are you doing? You're not in the hotel business. You develop commercial properties. Speaking of, I checked e-mails while you were chatting." After tucking his club beneath his arm, Carter pulled out his iPhone, tapped the screen, and handed it to him. "This one, from Amanda, that cute little blonde in Development. This is the building we recently acquired. It's occupied now, but it'll be free at the end of next month. The building is in a prime location, a gold mine. The city has designated the area for revitalization."

Marcus slid his finger across the screen, scrolling through multiple photos and documents.

Carter continued. "Luxury lofts are going up and permits have been filed for high-end businesses. We got it for pennies, based on a tip from the zoning office." He smiled. "Fern, the redhead." He pointed to the screen. "It's on G Street, in Southwest."

Marcus stiffened. A building on G Street? Currently occupied? "How did you get this file?"

"I wrote the contract. This is the type of property you should be focused on." Carter tilted his head. "I wonder if she's single?"

"How would I know? I just met the woman." He paused. "But I didn't see a ring."

"I was talking about Amanda," Carter said in a knowing tone.

Marcus hated him. "Stop poaching my staff," he snapped.

"Poaching, Marcus?" Carter laughed. "They're not wild game."

"Then why do you hunt anything in a skirt? Draft another LOI and submit it."

"I understand—"

"Don't even say it. You know what Holcombe did to my mother, how he allowed her to be mistreated, how he threatened her and blacklisted her, but you couldn't possibly understand. If you did, this conversation would be unnecessary. I swore to her that one day I would own the Holcombe and no one would ever disrespect her there again. I mean to keep that promise."

Carter was the only person who knew about Marcus's history with Holcombe. But his friend hadn't seen the look on Marcus's mother's face when she'd come home that evening, shell-shocked and ashamed. He didn't have to stare at the bruises on her shoulders or the torn sleeve of her maid's uniform and choke on impotent rage. And Carter had never stood in silent indignation and listened as Holcombe told him he would never take his mother's word over that of a man from a respectable society family.

Carter knew, but he didn't understand.

Marcus's shot was short, too far back for a clean approach onto the green.

Carter winced. "Tough one. You'll need to be careful with your approach. Between the water and the sand traps, you could be screwed. As for the Holcombe, I don't think money will solve this problem."

It had been a long time since Marcus had desired something he couldn't afford. He was no longer the maid's son, accused of not knowing his place, big eyes yearning for things beyond his mother's budget.

"That hasn't been my experience."

"This time is different."

"What do you know?"

"Nothing."

"Carter—"

"All right." Carter exhaled. "I can't confirm what I'm about to tell you, but it's from an ... interesting source. Word is Holcombe doesn't want to sell to new money. He wants his hotel to carry on its tradition of old-style service and excellence and he feels the only buyer who'll appreciate that is someone of his ilk."

Sheer willpower kept the acid in his stomach from coming back up. His fingers tightened around the grip of his club. He'd worked longer and fought harder than everyone he knew. Had made it to the top of his field. Was well-known and well-respected. But with a few words, this man almost reduced him to a scared little boy.

With effort, he flexed his fingers, loosening his grip. He took a couple of deep breaths. When he'd regained most of his composure he said, "There has to be a way around him."

"The Holcombe is privately owned. David Holcombe is the only person with the power to accept your bid, and he won't even look at it."

"We missed something. Go back over everything."

Carter pulled his phone back out and tapped the screen. "I'll get the team on it. Too bad Holcombe doesn't have a daughter. He couldn't deny his own son-in-law. Hell, any woman from the right family would do. Wine her, dine her, sixty ... uh, forget that last part. Lay on the Pearson charm. Do you want the hotel bad enough to marry for it?"

Marcus recoiled. "Nothing is guaranteed to make a man lose focus faster than marriage."

"It was a joke."

"Not a funny one."

Since his ball was closer, Marcus got to go again. Rooting around in his bag, he grabbed the appropriate club and prepared for his approach.

"Picture Holcombe's face."

"Shut up, Carter," he murmured. He pulled back, swung, then cursed when his ball landed in a sand trap with a soft thud.

He was contemplating throwing his club in after it when a golf cart screeched to a stop near them. A young man hopped out and hurried over. His khaki pants, logo-emblazoned polo, and name tag—Brian—indicated he was a member of the country club staff.

"Excuse me. Have you seen Miss Harrington?"

"Don't know who that is." Carter putted his ball into the cup with one stroke.

The bastard.

Brian's eyes glazed over. "You'd recognize her if you saw her. She's always in the newspapers and the society magazines. She's tall, with long hair. And she has these green eyes that are ... wow and—"

Awareness tingled on the back of Marcus's neck.

"Pamela Harrington?" Carter asked.

Brian nodded. "You saw her? Can you tell me which direction she went in? The golf pro heard she was out here on the eighteenth hole and sent me to give her a ride back to the clubhouse."

"That's why she looked familiar," Carter said to Marcus, under his breath.

"Who is Pamela Harrington?" Marcus asked.

"She's the daughter of Warren Harrington, the first African-American senator from Virginia. I think my aunt knew her mother. Old money. Very influential in politics and elite society."

His brain calculated, making the connections. Ideas came into focus. Plans took shape.

Pamela Harrington.

From old money. Not married.

And she needed something.

From him.

Carter peered over into the sand trap. "What about your ball? Are you just going to leave it?"

Marcus's heart pounded against his chest, pumping the energizing power of adrenaline throughout his body. Ignoring the question, he motioned to the boy. "Go back into the club and find out if her car is still here." He turned to Carter. "E-mail me everything we have on that G Street property."

"Yes! Now you're talking sense. Forget about the Holcombe."

"I'm not forgetting anything. The Holcombe will be mine. And I've found what I need to get it."


(Continues...)

Excerpted from The Tycoon's Socialite Bride by Tracey Livesay, Rochelle French, Lewis Pollak. Copyright © 2014 Tracey Livesay. Excerpted by permission of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
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Meet the Author

Tracey Livesay wrote her first romance novel at the age of eleven, called The Healing Power of Love. With a detour through college and law school--where she met her husband on the very first day--she has finally achieved her dream of being a published author. She lives in Virginia with said husband and three kids. For info on her upcoming releases or to chat about TV, movies and/or purses you can check out her website or find her on Facebook and Twitter.

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The Tycoon's Socialite Bride 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 23 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Sex underwhelming. Somehow helps this story move along.
letlet More than 1 year ago
Loved it starting to read the next book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Sweet
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teetee1968 More than 1 year ago
"This isn't a good idea," she whispered, her body leaning into his. "It's a great idea," he countered. He could watch her like this forever... Wow! Awesome chemistry between Marcus & Pamela! A business arrangement turns into SO much more for the both of them! Keeps you guessing if their business deal is going to fall through or if their feelings will beat out all other obstacles!! Fantastic book by Tracey Livesay! Can't wait for more!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really liked this story. The theme and the plot were interesting. The main characters were lovable and I was totally invested in getting to the end of this book from the the first page. Great job Tracey. Try to be a little more spicy with the sex scenes next time. A great story like this deserves that kind of fire to make it steamy. While the sex scenes were okay, I didn't get the impression that Pamela and Marcus were desperately attracted to each other and couldn't get enough of each other. Hence the 4 stars. The sex scenes were kind of subdued and Eharlequin-like. But it was still a great story anyway.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was arrest book highly recommended I love ,marcus for being the man he was
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book about forgiveness and letting go.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great story full of intrigue and very sexy
romancenovelsincolor1 More than 1 year ago
                                                                                                                                  refreshing novel to read and truly colorblind I love this novel, The Tycoon’s Socialite Bride. Marcus is a wealthy businessman forged out of revenge. Pamela is the socialite daughter of a retired Senator and a well-known part of the Black bourgeoisie of Washington, DC. Sparks fly when they meet; however, business is the driving force behind these two strong-willed people. Marcus wants to buy the historic hotel his late mother worked at as a maid. He wants to tear it down to avenge the poor treatment she had received there by the owner. However, the owner will not part with the hotel unless a “good name” is attached to the sale. That’s where Pamela and her “good family name” come in. Pamela tries to prove her worthiness and independence to her father and herself. She wants to save a local women’s shelter for battered women in which she volunteers. However, the owner of the building is none other than Marcus. A deal is made and the two form a “business marriage” until Marcus can finally own the hotel. As the arrangements and marriage ensue, the two reveal painful secrets to each other. These secrets bring them closer. Marcus shows his growing love for Pamela by standing up for her to her overbearing father. As the two start to have a real marriage in private, the hotel comes between them. Marcus, in his desire for revenge on the owner of the hotel, creates circumstances that drive him and Pamela apart. However, Marcus realizes that Pamela’s love and their marriage mean more to his life than revenge. Marcus is truly an alpha hero. He is handsome, driven and takes charge of his life. I love that he is a self-made millionaire for the main purpose of getting justice for his late mother. Pamela is a wealthy socialite with a heart for battered women. She is a classy lady in public but in the bedroom the love making is passionate. Overall, it is a well written novel. Although the couple is interracial, race never comes into question. The only color here is green—money (old money that is). It is refreshing to read a novel that is truly colorblind. -Reviewed by Pamela
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed this book. Well written
Wintry8 More than 1 year ago
This book was one of the best debut romance books I have read. Tracey Livesay really went above and beyond in creating this fun read. It had all the elements of a romance novel that I love and added in a few twists that I really enjoyed. In this multi-cultural romance, race doesn’t matter. In fact the only that matters is Old Money and reputation. Because when a man wants something real bad, he’ll do anything to get it, even, even marry a woman he doesn’t know anything about. All he wants is a link to her surname. Luckily, the heroine in this book isn’t one of those ditzy, socialite types (Paris Hilton, need I say more?). She goes into the marriage with goals and desires of her own. Pretty great ones. Ones that will serve the community. She is pretty much all that is awesome wrapped into one. Armed with a law degree, she sets out to help woman who’ve been victims of domestic abuse, be it physical or emotional, and she’ll do anything to keep them in the safe place they are now. Marcus has one thing on his mind (now, now, don’t start thinking dirty) and it’s to buy the hotel where his mother worked when he was a child. His hotness himself quickly finds himself falling for his fake wife, and that’s where the plot twists start rolling in. Because he ends up doing things that really make him seem like the world’s biggest ass. But he does make up for it in more ways than you could imagine. I really liked this book. It had me hooked and I finished it in a couple of hours. The writing was superb, the storyline flowed and the thing I really loved? Not for one moment was race an issue. It’s a rare find in a world filled with romance novels. An one thing is for sure, if this book had me so completely enthralled, then I am definitely looking forward to reading more of Tracey Livesay’s work in the future.
IreneC More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed The Tycoon's Socialite Bride. I found self-made real estate tycoon Marcus Pearson and D.C. socialite Pamela Harrington very entertaining and I loved seeing  their two very different worlds come together. I've never really given much thought to how people get classified as "old money" and "new money".  The Tycoon's Socialite Bride opened my eyes and I couldn't believe the snobbish way people judge you by the these classifications. Marcus may be a rich and one of the best in his fields but he finds himself being turned down from a much wanted property because of his lack of status. After meeting Pamela he comes up with a plan that might get him what he wants. Pamela wants to help save the women's shelter she has come to love and respect from being closed down. The only option she see's is to agree to Marcus's proposal, a marriage of convenience. He will use her social status to his advantage and he will give her the property belonging to the women's shelter. It all sounded good but what they both didn't expect was their feelings to come into play. I love seeing the cold and cut off Marcus slowly realize just how much Pamela means to him and how he doesn't want to end their marriage after obtaining his much wanted Hotel.  The Tycoon's Socialite Bride was a quick and enjoyable read, loved seeing them come together and eventually finding their HEA. Thank you Tracey Livesay for writing and sharing with us, looking forward to reading more in the future.
Chenet_Fabiola More than 1 year ago
Tracey Livesay is a new romance author and The tycoon’s socialite bride is her first published novel. I loved that book, the story, the characters, the author’s flowing style, her dynamic tone. It was an excellent discovery and if the next is as good, it’s sure I’ll go on reading her. This novel is a multicultural contemporary romance with a white hero and a black heroine. The hero, Marcus Pearson, is a self-made man whose ultimate aim is to avenge an injustice his mother was subjected to several years before. The heroine, Pamela Harrington, is a senator’s daughter, a privileged young woman neglected by her father. Yet she stays a very simple person, kind and in tune with others. It’s because the heroine wants to save a shelter for abused women that those two meet and they will end up contracting an arranged marriage. I found their reasoning very plausible, their goals very clear. In this novel, it’s our hero who needs to evolve the most. Because he’s the one with an obsession and the question is to know how far he’s ready to go to destroy his enemy. He has trouble dealing with his revenge and the feelings the heroine inspires in him. Yet I really liked him a lot because I really felt his doubts and his evolution is magnificent. The secondary characters are really good, even the heroine’s father whose love for his daughter we feel, but so dampened by what he expects from her that he never demonstrates this feeling. Carter, the hero’s lawyer, is a lover-boy; however I think he has potential for his own story. And why not with Shelly, the shelter’s manager? She’s a young woman very likable, however, if she has a story with another unknown person, for me it won’t be a problem. In any case she too has great potential. One of the reasons I loved that story is that the author, like Brenda Jackson, doesn’t focus on racism problems. The reader knows immediately the heroes don’t have the same skin color, but it’s really not the important element of the story. It’s a fact which is only mentioned once, understandably, but never talked about again thereafter. It’s also the reason I’ll follow the author closely. The sex scenes were very well described and we feel from the start the physical attraction they feel toward each other because of the sensuality permeating the novel. In short, The tycoon’s socialite bride is a very good romance I recommend to everyone.
ValerieStuckInBooks More than 1 year ago
4 stars - That perfect Indulgence, like letting dark chocolate melt on your tongue. First Impression... I love the idea of a mixed race couple and that cover is so beautiful. This is Tracey Livesay debut so I didn't know what to expect there I but I have read Entangled Indulgence before and that was enough to have me picking this one to read next. The Characters... I really liked both Marcus and Pamela right away. Both have been treated unfairly by those in power in the past. Both have drawn strength from those experiences. Both refuse to allow the attraction they feel for each other to stop them from getting what they want. Hehe...good luck with that last one. Once the kisses start, they can't really resist each other. The Story... Love the stories where their relationship is pretend and they struggle to resist the chemistry. Fighting the way their bodies reacts to another is always great fun. Marcus wants to buy a hotel but the owner won't even look at his bid because he's new money. The snobbery is over the top. But if Marcus has a bride from old money, he might be able to get the bid seen and accepted. Pamela wants to save the women's shelter that helped her a year ago. Marcus owns the building the women's shelter occupies. He proposes. And the fun begins. The Writing... The writing style was third person but it rotated from who's perspective it was from. I think I like this kind of third person. I still feel the connection with the main characters but I also get more. The little hints of what was behind the strong feeling of these two where perfect. I understood them without needing all the details and when they were ready to tell us they did. Very enjoyable. In the end... This is a quick read that I read in an evening. The heat was perfect for me. Enough to get me swooning and fanning but not so much that I want to hide what I'm reading and just blush. It's that perfect Indulgence, like letting dark chocolate melt on your tongue. If that's your thing, then check this one out.
busymama49 More than 1 year ago
Attraction at first sight and a wish for more. This is how I think of this couple Marcus and Pamela. What starts as a lusty attraction works from embers to a roaring fire. Interesting take on a woman seeking her independence and her place in her community. Self empowering and entertaining!
Cheryl-S More than 1 year ago
Marcus Pearson wanted to purchase the Holcombe Hotel for personal reasons but the owner only wanted to sell to someone with old money. Inherited money was "old money" and Marcus didn't inherit his money. He worked hard and earned every penny. Pamela Harrington wanted something from Marcus. He was the new owner of the G Street building that she wanted to buy. It housed the women's shelter that she volunteered for. They both wanted something from each other. She wanted his building and he wanted her name that was attached to her "old money". A perfect match...or is it? This story unfolded at the perfect pace and the characters were well thought out. Marcus and Pamela were steaming up the pages of this book. I NOW HAVE A NEW APPRECIATION FOR BASEBALL! Read this fabulous book and you'll find out exactly what I'm talking about. I was given a copy in exchange for an honest review.
hloeffler More than 1 year ago
I received this book as an eARC at no cost and all opinions are my own. This book offers a look at an alpha male and a strong female character who make this a really fun read!  One of the things I found both frustrating and endearing is that both characters want to go it alone when they are better together.. making great sparks and great reading. Combining "Heat", Sweet and great characters, The Tycoon's Socialite Bride was a an enjoyable read and I'd recommend it to anyone looking for a fun weekend escape!  
grandmareads102 More than 1 year ago
Marcus Pearson is a powerful and successful businessman, but he is not happy. He is on a mission to avenge his mother's mistreatment. He moves back to Washington DC to achieve that goal. There he meets Pamela Harrington, a prominent member of elite society. They clash over property that he owns and that she needs to save the G Street Women's Shelter. That doesn't stop their attraction. Can they both obtain their goals? Yes. They agree to a marriage of convenience. I loved the fresh twist that the author gives this plot. Our nation's capital makes a perfect backdrop. The social and political maneuverings give their story a realistic feel. Marcus and Pamela are both strong and determined characters. Their attraction is very powerful and very sensual. I loved watching their desire turn to love. The secondary characters add so much to the storyline. I hope that we get to read more about Carter Richardson . Tracey Livesay gives us a riveting story of love, forgiveness and healing. I loved The Tycoon's Socialite Bride.
Eve379 More than 1 year ago
When I first received the ARC from Entangled, I was a little thrown by the title of the book. It sounded like an old Harlequin that my mom would have read when I was a kid. Rest assured. It is definitely not that kind of book. There were definitely things I liked about this book. I liked that they were complete opposites. She's always had money, and hasn't ever really been that interested in it. He on the other hand, grew up with a single struggling mom who absolutely cared about money due to an incident that happened to his mother when he was young. Both go into the relationship with preconceived notions about the other, only looking to get something specific out of the marriage. You truly get to see them slowly open up to one another, and a real relationship happens. I loved the fact that it was an interracial relationship, in which their races weren't made into a big issue. I would definitely check out this author again.
Jasmyn9 More than 1 year ago
D.C. can be a difficult city to maneuver politically and socially. And Marcus is realizing it's even more difficult if you don't have the old money - the blue blood family. His lack of history is causing problems with his most recent business deal, and when he discovers that the daughter of a senator needs something from him, he has the perfect solution.  This was a very new take on the marriage of convenience for me - I had only run into in historicals up to this point. Both parties enter the agreement knowing all the facts, so there was no hiding or fibbing involved and I found I really enjoyed the concept. Pamela was a little too much of a good girl through out the story though. While Marcus made his fair share of mistakes - she seemed to be too far above it all to be real.  The background of the business deal is quite interesting, but outside of that there really wasn't a lot of action or suspenseful moments. There were a couple, but they were wrapped up and moved on from rather quickly for my taste. However, this has shown me that I won't be turning books away just because they don't marry for love anymore.  *This book was received in exchange for an honest review* 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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