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  ETERNALLY SEDUCED

  New Adult Romance Boxed Set (7 Book Bundle)

  By: Marian Tee

  Copyright © 2014

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  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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  ACKNOWLEDGMENT

  Again, I express my deepest gratitude to God, who remains my rock in all troubled times.

  Thank you to those who have helped me in any way in making this boxed set a reality.

  Last but not the least, thank you to my readers, many of whom have been with me for a long time.

  Marian Tee

  Table of Contents

  ACKNOWLEDGMENT

  How (Not) To Be Seduced By Billionaires

  BOOK 1: CHASED

  Lesson #1

  Lesson #2

  Lesson #3

  Lesson #4

  Lesson #5

  Lesson #6

  Lesson #7

  Lesson #8

  BOOK 2: COURTED

  Lesson #1

  Lesson #2

  Lesson #3

  Lesson #4

  Lesson #5

  Lesson #6

  Lesson #7

  Lesson #8

  Lesson #9

  BOOK 3: CAGED

  Lesson #1

  Lesson #2

  Lesson #3

  Lesson #4

  Lesson #5

  Lesson #6

  Lesson #7

  Lesson #8

  Lesson #9

  Lesson #10

  Lesson #11

  Lesson #12

  Lesson #13

  Lesson #14

  Lesson #15

  Epilogue

  WHEN FANGIRLS LIE

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  WHEN FANGIRLS CRY

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  How Not To Be Seduced By Dukes

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Epilogue

  NOT TO MARRY A BILLIONAIRE

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  About the Author

  How (Not) To Be Seduced By Billionaires

  BOOK 1: CHASED

  Lesson #1

  ‘Holy shit’ is not the best thing to say

  when you see how gorgeous your billionaire is for the first time.

  He will want to fuck you after that.

  “Oh God, I’m going to be, like, super late.”

  I threw Alyx a look of horror before returning my gaze to the digital display of the elevator, wishing there was a way I could speed it up. If I survived today’s job interview, I must remember to write to the CEO of Ferrari. He should know that people who are pathologically late like me needed his help. He just had to create a sports car version for elevators.

  “Stop panicking.” Alyx rolled her eyes as she spoke. She did it all the time, making you unable to figure out whether she was being sincere or sarcastic.

  Alyx continued, “Any company would love to have you, Yanna.”

  Like now.

  “Shut up. I know you’re lying.”

  “I’m not.” Her voice still had that eye-roll tone so I couldn’t quite make up my mind if she really did mean it. We had been friends since kindergarten, but this one habit of hers just plain eluded me all these years. I had long decided that this quirk of Alyx was truly something only her own Mr. Right could figure out. I told her as much, but Alyx had just laughed and called me a “romantic”. Personally, I thought what she really wanted to say went more along the lines of naïve, foolish, and hopeless.

  “You just have to show them what you’ve got.”

  Now that one sounded semi-sincere so I unhesitatingly asked, “What do I have?” I sniffed for effect, just so Alyx would take pity on me and dwell more on my good points than the bad.

  Alyx pursed her lips, and when she did that she looked more like a schoolteacher, thanks to her nerdy glasses and buttoned-up blouse – okay, make that a schoolteacher in a mini.

  We loved our minis, Alyx and I.

  She eyed me from head to toe, lingering on my hair, which was twisted into a prim, preppy chignon, the modest neckline of my blouse, and my skirt, which ended two inches above the knee.

  I was sort of thinking she’d say something nice after that, but what she came up with was, “Well, you may be older than most entry-level applicants---”

  I winced. “Twenty-four is NOT old.”

  “But if you tell them it’s because you had to take care of your ailing parents first, I’m sure they’ll understand.”

  Seeing the serious expression on her face, I protested, “I can’t say that! That’s, like, lying.” And yes, I was indeed 24 years old with a tendency to abuse the word ‘like’. It was my own version of nail-biting – verbally regressing to a teenager from the 90s whenever I was anxious or terrified. The word ‘panicky’ described me to a tee, which was why Alyx felt the need to accompany me all the way up to the 34th floor, where my future would later hang in the balance.

  Alyx didn’t seem to hear me. “Also, you just need to let them know that you speak scores of languages and that you have an honor’s certificate from your college.”

  “Three languages are not scores.”

  Alyx didn’t seem to hear that either. As the elevator’s doors silently slid open at my floor, she simply gave me a thumbs-up and said, “Trust me. Anyone with half a brain is going to want to hire you.”

  Not if you’re late by twenty minutes and you’re absolutely unprepared for your first ever job interview, I thought a few minutes later as I pushed the heavily tinted glass doors open and found more than a dozen pair of eyes gazing at me.

  “Sorry, sorry,” I mumbled red-faced as I force-squeezed my way behind the row of seats on the left side of the table. It was the only way to get to the other side of the room. The entire left row of seats was fully occupied, and their wheels squeaked as the other applicants pushed their chairs further in so I could pass.


  “Ditz,” the bottle blonde in a severe black suit not-so-softly sneered as I walked past her. Since I was wearing my favorite pink suit and everyone here seemed dressed as if they were in mourning (why did I not get the memo that black was back as the new black?), I told myself I’d just let that one go.

  Only one chair from the opposite row of the table was taken, occupied by a man wearing a pinstripe suit and studying a sheaf of papers he held in one hand. Even seated as he was, he exuded an authoritative aura that made me gulp. If this man was going after the same job I was applying for, I might as well give up now.

  Taking the seat next to him, I quickly set my bag on the chair on my other side as I hurriedly hand-combed my shoulder-length brown hair, which was still half wet from my shower.

  People from the opposite row were staring at me oddly. I could feel their gazes on me, and most of them weren’t friendly either. My heart sank even as I tossed a grateful glance at the unoccupied seat at the head of the table. Obviously, whoever it was that Kastein, Inc. had assigned to interview us was also late – but what if the other applicants were planning to tell on me once the interviewer arrived?

  Sensing the man next to me turning toward me and not getting any unfriendly and competitive vibes from him, I silently breathed a sigh of relief at the thought of having at least one person in the room not antagonistic towards me.

  Friendly smile in place, I said, “Hel—oly shit.”

  Bottle Blonde gasped.

  I cringed at the sound. That was what I should have done. Gasped. But then – who could blame me, really? Anyone would have been completely shocked at seeing someone so incredibly beautiful in person. Men were not supposed to be beautiful, dammit. But this one was.

  His sun-kissed hair seemed to have all the shades between dark gold to copper – his natural hair color, in other words. It was impossible for any artificial hair dye to create this kind of hair, which was also naturally curly. Those adorable curls would have made him look gay if not for his strong jaw. His eyes were the lightest shade of gray, almost silver – and they were laughing at me, with his sexy-looking lips curved in a slightly amused grin.

  My heart sank for the second time in minutes at the sight of it. Great. Way to make an impression on a potential rival in the workforce: let him know he’s turned your head around completely.

  Desperate to make him forget my embarrassing gaffe, I asked quickly, “Are you applying for the marketing research position, too?”

  He raised a brow, making me wonder what I had said wrong. His sexy secretive grin still playing on his lips, he said simply, “No.”

  We stared at each other after that. I didn’t want to – I swear I didn’t – but somehow his gaze was commanding and magnetic, and I felt like I wouldn’t be able to pull my gaze away unless he let me. And really, I knew how ridiculous that sounded – especially where I was concerned.

  My parents had even nicknamed me “Little Miss Granite” because I was stubborn as a rock. Even as a kid, I had a tendency to be headstrong when there was something I wanted.

  I have never been a pushover, and yet here I was - a slave to a stranger’s gaze. I was scared that if this man told me to bend over, I’d ask if he wanted me to take off my undies first or let him do the honors.

  It was a freak-out-worthy thought, considering that I had never thought of sex in such graphic terms. In fact, the only sex scene I had ever watched in my life was the one in Breaking Dawn and the only hardcore part in it was when Edward broke his bed’s headboard into pieces. And all the time, I had kept thinking, if his hands could do that, what about his…well…you know? Was that even a good thing?

  “You’re late, you know.” The European accent of his voice made my toes curl. Even so, one part of me was dismayed at his words – did he really have to say that out loud? But the other part of me was just plain relieved that he spoke. It somehow gave me the strength to look away, and I did so quickly, training my eyes on his necktie, which was a lovely silky shade of red. Again, it was the kind that should have made him look extremely gay. But no, it did not. It just made him more mouthwateringly sexy.

  Still not looking at him, I mumbled, “I miscalculated the traffic on the way here.”

  “Ah,” he said.

  I mentally groaned at the sound. It too was very, very sexy. Everything about this man was just plain sexy, and it was extremely terrifying. You see, I was what you’d call a sexual prude. My parents had the most amazing love story ever, and because of it, they sort of drummed into me since I was old enough to enjoy bedtime stories that I was destined for an amazingly romantic adventure of my own. Of course, by the time I got to high school, those bedtime stories had turned into the most horrible of warnings.

  Walter and Carole would constantly warn me of how a man’s, umm, member could end up literally tearing your hymen apart and send you to E.R. if you weren’t made ‘ready’ by true love. Since Walter was a top-rated surgeon and Carole was his nurse for twenty years, you could just imagine how believable their horror stories had sounded during my younger years. Of course, I knew better now, but old fears were pretty hard to kill, especially if you’d been listening to them ever since you had your first period.

  Feeling like I had to say something or Mr. Too-Sexy-To-Be-True would know how much he was affecting me, I added lamely, “I didn’t mean to be late.”

  “I know,” he said, so nicely that it made me look at him. I inhaled sharply when I saw how he was looking at me--the way his eyes took their time to linger on my lips. It was like he wanted me to know he was driving himself crazy wondering how my lips tasted.

  I bit my lip.

  His nostrils flared.

  I hurriedly released my lip, realizing he might have thought I was being deliberately provocative. I swung my seat back in, staring determinedly at the wall across me. I had a hard time believing I just had some sort of eye-sex with a near total stranger. A really mind-blowingly hot one – but still a stranger.

  Who was still staring at me.

  I gripped my armrests tightly, using them to anchor me in place and not turn towards him like his eyes were commanding me to.

  A soft chuckle, then I heard the cushion of his seat squeaking a little as he turned to face the others.

  “Now that we're all here, we can start the interview.”

  At his words, I swung my seat back in a second to face him. I gaped at him. Had I heard him correctly?

  Mr. Too-Sexy-To-Be-True glanced at me, his grin no longer secretive but wicked now. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to officially welcome you to Kastein, Inc. Thank you for your interest in joining my company. I’m delighted to see you all here.” He all but purred the last pronoun out, with a swift glance at my lips under his lashes as he spoke.

  It had the most incredible impact on my body, and I could only silently gasp in horror as I felt my nipples coming to life until they were poking against the thick silk of my shirt.

  I hurriedly grabbed my bag and placed it in front of me, but one glance at the knowing gleam in the man’s eyes told me I was too late.

  Maybe – maybe I was too late all along. He took just one look at me and he knew he could have me. Anywhere, anytime, any---oh God, what the hell was I thinking?

  “You’re Yanna Everleigh?” He didn’t wait for an answer and offered his hand instead. “I’m Constantijin Kastein, and I will be interviewing you today.”

  No wonder everyone was staring. No fucking wonder. He was a Kastein – a board member at the very least. And I had taken the seat next to him like I was going to interview the others, too, when I should have been with them at the opposite side of the table.