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Taming Her Billionaire
Yahrah St. John
The fine art of seductionMaximus Knight just had a rude awakening. It’s bad enough he has to compete for control of Knight Shipping with the half-brother he never knew he had. Now his father’s will has just given gorgeous gallery owner Tahlia Armstrong a tie-breaking stake in the company. Seducing her into turning over her shares—and controlling interest–to him backfires when a sizzling kiss ignites emotions too powerful to ignore.Max is Tahlia’s secret weakness. For years, she has desired the man no woman can resist. But the charismatic entrepreneur is used to getting what he wants, and Tahlia has been scorched by love before. When a shocking power play threatens their passionate bond, Tahlia has to decide whether she can trust Max with her heart—and a love too precious to lose.
The fine art of seduction
Maximus Knight just had a rude awakening. It’s bad enough he has to compete for control of Knight Shipping with the half brother he never knew he had. Now his father’s will has just given gorgeous gallery owner Tahlia Armstrong a tie-breaking stake in the company. Seducing her into turning over her shares—and controlling interest—to him backfires when a sizzling kiss ignites emotions too powerful to ignore.
Max is Tahlia’s secret weakness. For years, she has desired the man no woman can resist. But the charismatic entrepreneur is used to getting what he wants, and Tahlia has been scorched by love before. When a shocking power play threatens their passionate bond, Tahlia has to decide whether she can trust Max with her heart—and a love too precious to lose.
He spun her around and, to her surprise, began buttoning her coat.
“I can do it,” Tahlia said, halting his hands with her own.
“I want to make sure you’re warm,” Maximus said, brushing her hands aside as he continued his task.
Tahlia looked down. Didn’t he know she was not only warm, but she was also on fire from his touch? She hadn’t recovered from his earlier kiss, and being in this confined space with Maximus was playing havoc on her senses. Her heart was already beating an erratic rhythm.
“Tahlia, look at me.” Maximus’s voice was husky with desire.
She met his eyes with hers, and they scanned her face slowly and seductively. And when his gaze slid downward to her lips and he lifted his thumb to caress them, her pulse quickened. Maximus tilted her chin upward with a finger to inch her closer to him. Tahlia knew what was coming next, and there was no hesitation on her part. She twined her fingers into his curly hair at the back of his head as she’d been longing to do. Sweet relief flooded her as he hauled her against him, bent his head and closed his mouth over hers.
Dear Reader (#u822c6729-2abb-5e5d-9a80-9f2011fc3c33),
I hope you find Maximus Knight’s story a satisfying conclusion to the Knights of Los Angeles series that began with Taming Her Tycoon. My idea of a sibling rivalry over the family dynasty came from watching the television show Empire.
I love the arc of each character’s metamorphosis. Maximus can’t get past his father’s betrayal in giving half his birthright to his brother, Lucius Knight, with Tahlia Armstrong as the tiebreaker vote. Maximus is equal parts charmer and schemer as he tries to retain his empire by seducing lovable Tahlia. She becomes empathetic to Maximus’s plight after realizing her surrogate father, Arthur Knight, had faults. It’s exciting to see Maximus’s growth as he falls for Tahlia’s sweet nature and accepts his new brother.
My next book, His San Diego Sweetheart, debuts in spring 2018. Visit my website, www.yahrahstjohn.com (http://www.yahrahstjohn.com), or write me at yahrah@yahrahstjohn.com for details.
Yahrah St. John
Taming Her Billionaire
Yahrah St. John
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
YAHRAH ST. JOHN is the author of twenty-five books, seventeen with the Harlequin Kimani Romance line. When she’s not at home crafting one of her sexy romances with compelling heroes, feisty heroines and a dash of family drama, she can be found in the kitchen cooking one of her gourmet meals discovered on the Food Network for her husband. Or this thrill-seeking junkie can be found traveling the globe seeking out her next adventure. A graduate of Hyde Park Career Academy, she earned a bachelor of arts degree in English from Northwestern University. St. John is a member of Romance Writers of America but is an avid reader of all genres. She lives in sunny Orlando, the City Beautiful, where there’s great weather all year round. For more information, please visit www.yahrahstjohn.com (http://www.yahrahstjohn.com).
To my husband, Freddie Blackman—you light up my life.
Contents
Cover (#u41d108a4-1ef6-5e68-8396-f580c61cd738)
Back Cover Text (#u41277b19-9bcb-5c80-b56a-f759c2ae6473)
Introduction (#u23151147-1083-5cab-825c-bb7b6d9fb08f)
Dear Reader (#u9b8d24c9-fbd0-586e-8e60-cacb422acc3c)
Title Page (#ua6d52aba-e3b0-5f5f-a215-8109ffcd0a3a)
About the Author (#u5178e9dd-1cd9-5888-a6e0-5f43b3f45954)
Dedication (#u2ed13282-b7d3-5c92-bce7-dc2233d79f24)
Chapter 1 (#u84a6cd0a-6c40-5971-8897-416705a5dcec)
Chapter 2 (#uf2955acc-6174-582e-8c64-548a2a0b4704)
Chapter 3 (#u03a6ed86-31c2-5540-bcde-bbcd4a241c0e)
Chapter 4 (#u5f4fde7e-deb1-5f43-b137-a533db35c10e)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 1 (#u822c6729-2abb-5e5d-9a80-9f2011fc3c33)
Maximus Xavier Knight stared at the beautiful woman who’d just entered the library of his family’s estate for the reading of his father Arthur Knight’s will. Had she really just said she was his partner? Was he in some alternative universe? Surely his father’s attorney, Robert Kellogg, hadn’t just informed him that his father had bestowed 49 percent equally to him and his illegitimate older brother, Lucius Knight, and given this random yet stunning woman the remaining 2 percent?
One thing was for sure, she was a knockout. His eyes skimmed over her. The wrap dress she wore clung to her shapely curves, showing him she had generous breasts and hips he could grab on to and legs that went on for miles. Long, flowing black hair hung down her back in soft luxurious waves. Her smooth tapioca-colored skin looked soft to the touch. He drank in every detail, her high cheekbones, finely arched eyebrows and full kissable lips, which held a hint of pink lipstick. Her expressive large brown eyes were mascara-coated and looking at him intently.
“Maximus, I presume.” She held out her hand. “Tahlia, Tahlia Armstrong.”
Maximus extended his hand, cupping her small, soft one in his, and shook it. The brief contact sent an arc of desire shooting straight through him. They stared at one another for several beats before she lowered her hand, making Maximus wonder if he’d imagined the electric connection.
“Ms. Armstrong, welcome,” Robert said. “I was hoping you would have come earlier.”
“Sorry.” Tahlia blushed. “Promptness isn’t my strong suit.” She found an empty chair beside his half brother, Lucius, and took a seat. She was clearly embarrassed by her tardiness but seemed to have known more than any of them did.
“Omigod!” Maximus’s mother, Charlotte, cried into her handkerchief by his side. He knew she must be in shock just as he was by his father’s bequest, but he was determined not to show weakness.
“Robert.” Maximus remained standing and walked over to his father’s longtime friend. “Is this will iron-clad?”
The attorney frowned. “Meaning was your father of sound mind when he wrote it?”
“Of course he was,” Lucius’s mother, Jocelyn Turner, burst aloud, jumping out of her seat. “This was his way of finally acknowledging Lucius.” She pointed to her son, who was still seated next to his fiancée, Naomi Brooks.
“You have no say here.” Charlotte Knight stopped sniffing long enough to speak and rise from her seat to face her nemesis. “Arthur was my husband, not yours. You were nothing more than his low-rate mistress, one he couldn’t bother to be seen with.”
“Mother! That’s enough.” Maximus didn’t want an all-out brawl to break out. Lucius had stood as well and stepped in front of his mother in full protective mode.
“Everyone, please,” Robert spoke loudly, interrupting the crowd. “I need you all to take your seats.”
Reluctantly, both mothers sat down while Maximus and Lucius remained standing. Maximus didn’t know what to make of his older brother, but he knew he’d be a formidable opponent. He was six foot two with a square jaw and an athletic physique. Even though he worked out often, Maximus wasn’t sure he could take him down physically, but there were other ways.
“Why would he do this?” Lucius asked, turning to Robert. “I know nothing about the shipping business, and I want no part of any inheritance Arthur Knight may have left for me.”
“Good.” Max smiled. He was glad to see that he and his brother were on the same page. He didn’t need or want Lucius around, and apparently he felt the same way. “It’s settled. You can sign over your shares and we can be done with this business.”
“No!” Tahlia’s voice rang out. “It’s not what your father wanted.”
Maximus spun around on his heel. The withering look he gave her may have frightened many an employee in his office, but not Tahlia. He guessed she was somewhere in the neighborhood of five foot nine or ten, and wasn’t backing down from him even though he stood several inches taller. “And how would you know what my father wanted?”
“I’d like to know the answer to that question, as well,” his mother said. Fury was etched across her face. How was it that she was in the dark about yet another woman in his father’s life?
“Because he talked to me about his failure to do the right thing by his sons,” Tahlia responded.
So she knew about Lucius? How long? Was she another one of his father’s mistresses? She was young and incredibly beautiful. How had she gotten herself mixed up with an older married man when she could have her pick of men? A million questions scrambled Maximus’s brain, but before he could fire them at her, Robert interjected.
“Everyone, I know Arthur’s wishes must come as a shock to all of you,” Robert stated, “but I can assure you he was of sound mind and body when he wrote this will. Further, as Ms. Armstrong has stated, it was Arthur’s hope that you both could work together side by side and truly become brothers.”
“Robert, you act like this is some kind of family reunion,” Maximus returned, “when that’s far from the case. We—” he motioned around the room “—are here because my father was a liar, a cheat and a coward. It sickens me. And only now in his death does he have the courage to speak up? This is nothing short of Shakespearean.”
“Please, take some time to let all of this sink in, give it time to settle,” Robert replied softly. “You’ll see he was finally trying to be fair.”
“While ripping the ground right out from underneath me? He’s given a complete stranger—” Maximus responded with contempt as he pointed to Tahlia “—two percent of his company, and I want to know why.”
“I don’t know why,” Tahlia replied, squaring her shoulders. “I certainly didn’t ask him for it. I was just a friend. An ear to listen when he needed it. And vice versa. I know that may be hard or strange to believe given our age difference, but nothing untoward happened between me and Arthur. He was like a father to me, giving me advice about life, work...and I—I miss him, too...” Her voice broke, and she turned away from him, clutching her hand to her mouth.
It made Maximus feel like a heel because he’d clearly upset her when he hadn’t meant to. He just wanted answers. He had a right to know why half of the company he’d devoted his life to had been given to a son his father never claimed and someone who wasn’t even a member of the Knight family. He was boiling with rage, but venting at a woman wasn’t his style. Nor would he give Lucius the satisfaction of seeing him falter, but one thing was for certain: he wasn’t about to give up the battle for Tahlia’s 2 percent, which was rightfully his.
Maximus bent down to speak to his mother, who was still reeling at the news. He whispered in her ear, trying to soothe her frayed nerves. “There’s nothing we can do at this moment. Give me some time to figure this out, okay?”
She nodded.
Maximus glanced up and watched Robert pack up his briefcase and then come over to him. “Max, I’m sorry how this all turned out for you,” he said. “I warned Arthur that this wasn’t the best approach, and he should have discussed his choices with you sooner rather than blindsiding you.”
Maximus shrugged. “Why should I be surprised, Robert? I’ve never been able to do enough or achieve enough to gain my father’s respect, and now this? He didn’t even think I could run his company.”
Robert patted his shoulder reassuringly and quietly walked away.
What was he supposed to do now? Maximus’s mind was jumbled as to what his next move should be. He glanced across the room and saw Lucius, Jocelyn and Naomi speaking quietly while Tahlia stood in the background, watching the entire scene. She was clearly uncomfortable to be in the middle of a family squabble. And it surprised him that he felt protective over a woman he’d just met and wanted to comfort her, but he did.
So he strolled toward her.
She smiled when he approached, and Maximus’s stomach flipped. Something that never happened with other women. Usually his time spent with the fairer sex was either as a companion for an event or his bedmate. Nothing more.
Tahlia Armstrong fit neither of those categories.
“Are you all right?” he inquired.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?” she responded with a half smile. “I mean, I didn’t have my entire life turned upside down today with no warning.”
“Very true, but you also became an instant millionaire today,” he said smoothly, regarding her intently. “Two percent in Knight Shipping is nothing to laugh at.”
“No, I don’t suppose it is,” she said demurely.
And then there it was again, a hint of a blush on her rosy cheeks. She looked downward, not quite looking at him, and that was when he realized Tahlia Armstrong was flustered by him. Maximus had to figure out how to use that to his advantage.
“You should stay for dinner,” he stated quietly, surprising even himself with the offer.
“D-dinner?”
He grinned. “Yes, you do eat, don’t you?”
She chuckled, and Maximus had to admit he liked the sound of it. “I do.”
“Then join me. I mean, me and my mother that is.”
Tahlia glanced over to his brother. “Is Lucius and his family welcome to join us?”
Max bristled inwardly. He hated being backed into a corner, but in order to figure out his next move where Tahlia was concerned, he might have to tolerate a meal with his older brother and harlot of a mother. Though he had no ill will against Naomi.
“If that means you’ll agree, then yes.”
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