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Ruthless Tycoon, Innocent Wife Kindle Edition

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A woman must protect her inheritance—and her heart—from a billionaire intent on making her his partner in business and pleasure.

Marianne Carr will do anything to save her home, and ruthless businessman Rafe Steed knows it! He has a score to settle with the Carr family, and after one meeting with this delicate beauty he decides he will have the house . . . and the girl!

Against her better judgment, Marianne is attracted to Rafe’s powerful sensuality. But she is saving herself for her wedding night, and Rafe is definitely not the marrying kind! Yet what this tycoon wants, he usually gets. . . .

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Helen Brooks began writing in 1990 as she approached her 40th birthday! She realized her two teenage ambitions (writing a novel and learning to drive) had been lost amid babies and hectic family life, so set about resurrecting them. In her spare time she enjoys sitting in her wonderfully therapeutic, rambling old garden in the sun with a glass of red wine (under the guise of resting while thinking of course). Helen lives in Northampton, England with her husband and family.

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Just a few more hours and then everyone would leave. She could do this; she had to. It was what her parents would have expected of her. She could almost hear her mother's voice—warm, faintly admonishing—saying, 'Come on, Annie, keep the flag flying high, sweetie-pie.' It had been one of her mother's favourite sayings when as a small child she had tried to duck out of anything unpleasant.

Marianne Carr drew in a deep breath and straightened her drooping shoulders. Checking her reflection in the bedroom mirror, she satisfied herself that the recent flood of tears didn't show and then left the room. On walking down the wide staircase she could see the odd person or two in the hall, but the main body of guests were in the drawing room. They were talking in the hushed tones one used at funeral receptions.

Crystal, her mother's housekeeper and friend who'd been one of the family for as long as Marianne could remember, met her at the foot of the stairs. Crystal's eyes were pink-rimmed and her voice wobbly when she said, 'Shall I tell them to come through to the dining room now? Everything's ready.'

Marianne nodded. She hugged Crystal for a moment, a catch in her voice as she murmured, 'You've been a tower of strength to me, Crystal. I couldn't have got through this without you.'

Crystal's plump chin trembled as she fought for control. 'I don't feel I have been. I still find it hard to believe they won't walk in the door, to be truthful.'

'I know. I feel the same.' It had been Crystal the police had notified the night of her parents' terrible car crash, two policemen calling at the house. Crystal had immediately phoned her and she had left her flat in London within minutes. On the journey back to Cornwall she had been in deep shock, praying the whole time that she wouldn't be too late. Crystal had told her her father had been pronounced dead at the scene of the accident but her mother was still clinging to life.

By the time she reached the hospital her mother had been able to tell the police that her father had collapsed at the wheel and the car had ploughed off the road, wrapping itself round a tree. She had had five precious minutes with the woman who had been her best friend as well as her mother. Five minutes to last the rest of her life.

The post-mortem had revealed that her father had suffered a massive heart attack and had probably been dead before the car had hit the tree. It was generally acknowledged it was the worst of luck that he had been driving at the time.

Forcing her thoughts into neutral, Marianne realised Crystal was dabbing her eyes again. 'I'll go and announce they can come through, Crystal. OK?'

'No, no. If you can hold it together, then so can I,' Crystal protested shakily. 'I'll do it.'

The two looked at each other for a long moment, drawing from each other's strength in the midst of their grief, and then Crystal bustled off.

Marianne glanced at her watch, a present from her parents for her twenty-first six years before. One o'clock. Hopefully the assembled family and friends would all be gone by four. She heard Tom Blackthorn's voice as she reached the drawing-room door and saw him standing with a tall dark man she'd vaguely noticed earlier. Tom was her father's solicitor and friend; he'd asked to stay behind after the others had gone so he could read her parents' will to her. She knew it wasn't just that, though. He would feel it his duty to point out that a huge rambling place like Seacrest was too much for a young woman to take on, that it would make more sense to sell it.

She wouldn't listen to him. She mentally nodded to the thought. Seacrest was in her blood. It had been in her father's, and his father before him. It had been her great-great-grandfather who had built the massive stone house on the top of the cliff over one hundred and fifty years ago, and Carrs had lived in Seacrest ever since. Although she had inherited it far too soon—her eyes darkened with pain—she would keep her beloved house going while she had breath in her body. It was part of her, part of her parents.

'Ah, Annie.' Tom had known her since she was a baby and, as he put out a fatherly arm and drew her into his side, she had to bite back the tears. To combat the weakness she kept her spine straight and her lips clamped together. 'I'd like you to meet the son of one of your father's old friends. Rafe Steed, Marianne Carr.'

Her inward battle to remain composed and in control in spite of her grief during the funeral had rendered her almost blind and deaf throughout. Now, for the first time that day, she looked properly at the man she had noticed earlier at the church and then the graveside with Tom, seeing him as a person rather than another sombre-clothed shape among many sombre-clothed shapes.

The polite, How do you do? which had sprung to her lips was never voiced. He was tall—very tall—and broad with it. He wasn't smiling. Not that it was the time and place for smiles, she supposed, but there was something in the piercing blue eyes that was unnerving. After what seemed an endless moment, he said, 'Please accept the condolences of my father, Miss Carr. Ill health has prevented him making the journey from the States himself but he wanted to pay his respects.'

His voice ran over Marianne's overstretched nerves like icy water. It was deep, cold and liquid-smooth although the timbre was as hard as polished steel.

Mesmerised more by the coolness of his manner than his height and rugged good looks, Marianne said hesitantly, 'Thank you.'

She could not recall her father or mother speaking of anyone called Steed. Why had this old friend who lived on the other side of the ocean sent his son to represent him after all this time? It seemed strange. 'My father and yours were friends?' she said carefully. 'I'm sorry but I don't remember the name.'

'No reason why you should.' The big powerful body appeared relaxed but this did not detract from the energy and force it projected. 'My father and yours grew up together but my father left for America when he was in his early twenties.'

His accent was the type of lazy American drawl that was so attractive on the silver screen and even the lack of warmth couldn't negate its appeal. Marianne wondered why this stranger disliked her, because he did. It was in his manner, the set of his face and, most of all, his cold, cold eyes.

'I see.' She didn't but it didn't matter as the weight of her loss pressed down on her again. 'Please thank your father for me, won't you. I hope he is well soon.'

'My father is dying, Miss Carr, but slowly.'

The very sharply defined planes and angles of the masculine face showed no emotion as Marianne stared at him. She was completely taken aback but, before she could bring her mind to bear, Tom Blackthorn said, 'I'm sorry to hear that, Rafe. You didn't say before. We had some good times when we were younger—your father, Annie's and myself. The Three Musketeers.'

There was a small silence when Marianne wondered if Rafe Steed was going to ignore the man at his side, his eyes still intent on her face. Then, to her relief, the rapier gaze moved and he turned to Tom.

His smile wintry, he said, 'So I understand.'

What an objectionable individual. Marianne couldn't believe anyone would come to a funeral and then be so covertly rude to the bereaved. Drawing herself up to her full height of five feet six inches, which unfortunately was still almost a foot below the son of her father's old friend which, she felt, put her at something of a disadvantage, she said as coldly as he had spoken, 'Please excuse me, Mr Steed, but I have other people to talk to.' Nice people, normal people. 'I'll see you later, Uncle Tom.'

It had always been Uncle Tom and Aunt Gillian since she was a child although they weren't related. Her mother and father had both been only children and so it had been Tom's two sons and two daughters she had looked on as cousins and, having no brothers and sisters herself, their friendship had been precious. It still was, although all but the youngest son had moved to other parts of the country.

As she made her way around the room, talking to one group of folk and then others, Marianne was uncomfortably aware of a pair of blue eyes watching her every move. Most people had plates of Crystal's delicious buffet in their hands by now but, although Tom had wandered off into the dining room, she knew Rafe Steed had not budged from his stance by the door.

'Who's the Heathcliff type Dad's been talking to?' As Marianne joined the group consisting of Tom's children and their partners and his wife, it was Victoria—Tom and Gillian's youngest daughter and the only child still unattached and fancy-free—who spoke. 'He's new round here, isn't he?'

'Victoria.'

As her mother shushed her, Victoria said, 'What? You know you want to know as well.' Turning to Marianne, she added, 'Dad just said he's an old friend but Mum doesn't know him and she thought she knew all of Dad's friends.'

Marianne smiled. Victoria was the maneater of the Blackthorn sisters. A confirmed bachelor girl with a fantastic career in central government, she had announced early in life that marriage and children weren't for her; neither were permanent relationships it would seem. It was common knowledge she ate men up and spat them out and, being a tall redhead with curves in all the right places and come-to-bed blue eyes, they queued up for the privilege of having their hearts broken. And Victoria had obviously set her sights on Rafe Steed. She was so welcome.

Keeping her voice light and easy, Marianne said, 'His father was an old friend, not him. Apparently your father and mine grew up with his. His name's Steed. Rafe Steed.'

'Steed?' Gillian was a Cornish lass, unlike Marianne's mother who had moved to the district from the north of England with her family when she was a young woman. 'He must be Andrew Steed's son. Yes, I can see it now although he's a head taller than his father was, but Andrew was very good-looking, too. They've got the same black hair and blue eyes. It was a combination that used to send t...

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  • ASIN ‏ : ‎ B001LWV4ME
  • Publisher ‏ : ‎ Harlequin Presents; Original edition (November 22, 2008)
  • Publication date ‏ : ‎ November 22, 2008
  • Language ‏ : ‎ English
  • File size ‏ : ‎ 2.5 MB
  • Text-to-Speech ‏ : ‎ Enabled
  • Screen Reader ‏ : ‎ Supported
  • Enhanced typesetting ‏ : ‎ Enabled
  • X-Ray ‏ : ‎ Not Enabled
  • Word Wise ‏ : ‎ Enabled
  • Print length ‏ : ‎ 195 pages
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Rita Bradshaw (born 1950 in Northampton, England) is a British romance novelist, she wrote historical romances as her real name and under the pseudonym Helen Brooks contemporary romances at Mills & Boon since 1992.

Rita Bradshaw born in 1950 in Northampton, England. She met her husband Clive at the age of 16. They have three children: Cara, Faye, and Benjamin.

A former secretary, she began writing in 1990 at the age of 40, and published her first novel in 1992 at Mills & Boon under the pseudonym Helen Brooks. Since 1998, she also sing historical romances as her real name.

She lives in Northampton with her family, and her hobbies include going to the cinema or theater, reading, swimming, and having friends over for dinner.

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  • Reviewed in the United States on November 29, 2008
    'Marianne Carr will do anything to save her home, and ruthless businessman
    Rafe Steed knows it! He has a score to settle with the Carr family, and after one meeting with this delicate beauty he decides he will have the house...and the girl!
    Against her better judgment, Marianne is attracted to Rafe's powerful sensuality. But she is saving herself for her wedding night, and Rafe is definitely not the marring kind! Yet what this tycoon wants, get usually gets...'
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  • Reviewed in the United States on May 25, 2014
    good little long winded . well written boy falls in love with girl. and fights the attraction. happy ever after
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  • Reviewed in the United States on February 6, 2014
    Marriane's parents have both died in a car crash. Her family home which has been in their family for generations is now under threat as her father had many debts. In steps Rafe a millionaire businessman who claims his father was an old friend of her father. But there's animosity between them as the history between their fathers was not good.

    Rafe is the typical cliched M&B hero, rich, handsome, and his associations with women are purely physical. Marianne was feisty and didn't put up with any of Rafe's crap. This was okay but very formulaic, the biggest reason for my rating was I didn't feel the connection between this couple. I just didn't see how they could love on another there was no spark or chemistry that came across.
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