by Addison Fox
Tempting
Acquisitions
Addison Fox
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2013 by Frances Karkosak. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.
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First Edition January 2013
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To the Dallas Area Romance Authors.
When I walked into my first meeting ten years ago, you welcomed me and made me one of your own. My life is infinitely richer for having all of you in it.
Prologue
Keira McBride stared at the shell-shocked faces of her sisters, Camryn and Mayson, as the three of them sat around the conference room table. They hadn’t moved since their father made his proclamation and strode out the door.
Mayson spoke first. “He hated it.”
“He hated it because it wasn’t his idea.” Camryn’s voice was quiet, but years of frustration painted the edges of her words.
Although Keira couldn’t argue with Camryn’s assessment, she refused to let their discussion devolve into all the reasons why their father was unfit to run McBride Media. “The reasons don’t matter. We simply have to find a new tack to take.”
“This is the third idea we’ve brought to him and he’s killed each one.”
Keira saw the grief on Camryn’s face, drawing her mouth into a straight line. As the oldest, Keira always had the strong urge to bolster and encourage, but she knew Camryn was right. So why was she so bound and determined to walk this path?
Although she’d never intended to live an aimless life after college, Keira knew she’d drifted for a few years. The long months of being by her mother’s side as she battled breast cancer, then the harsh grief that invaded once she was gone, had left her and her sisters in a strange sort of limbo. They had futures, but there were days when that future was nearly impossible to see.
And then she’d had the idea for the magazine.
It had mostly been a whim, driven by her irritation at the latest issue of one of her father’s magazines. Frivolous journalism, packed more with opinion than fact, had assailed her from the pages and within minutes she’d tossed the monthly financial journal back on the heaping pile that sat on her coffee table.
She’d studied business and minored in journalism in college, and the legacy of McBride Media—founded by her grandfather and rich with his hard work and journalistic integrity—was being squandered month after month with bad articles, poor editing, and a corporate leader who only cared about his annual salary.
The fact that the corporate leader was her father only added to the sad picture.
It was in that moment, Keira knew, that her lack of purpose had shifted, transforming into a very real sense of what her future could be. But it was only when she brought her sisters on board, the three combining their talents, that she saw the real possibility in their idea.
“We’ve created three new titles from the ground up. Presented website extensions, event platforms, even product lines that could be created off the content. He hasn’t bought into a single one of those ideas.”
Mayson’s voice interrupted her thoughts, but it was the word new that caught Keira. “That’s our problem.”
“What’s the problem?” Camryn had run the financials and she’d assured both of them that their ideas all had merit and their profit projections were more than sound.
“We keep focusing on new titles. And new titles are a threat to him.”
“The titles he does have are crap, Keira. Come on, you’ve read them.” While Keira had been appalled at the quality of the journalism, Mayson’s keen eye for design confirmed the image quality wasn’t doing the magazines any favors, either.
“Every title in the company was started by Granddad and they used to be good.”
“Used to be, K.” Camryn pointed toward a pile of financial projections. “Not a single one’s increased ad pages in more than three years.”
Excitement bubbled, the same feeling that had hit her as she stared at the pile of magazines on her coffee table. Keira reached for the financials. “Which one’s the worst?”
“Home and Family. Easily the biggest dog.”
Keira flipped to the page on the company’s flagship title and scanned the numbers. Ad revenue. Editorial expenses. Events.
Events.
“The Home and Family Home Show is the biggest loser.”
Mayson snorted. “Have you been to it? I got stuck manning a booth last year and it was horrible. I think about twelve people showed up.”
“That’s our ticket.”
“The home show?” Camryn’s voice rose a few notches. “You cannot be serious.”
“Hell yes. Look.” Keira stood and walked to her, flipping through the presentation they’d prepared for the meeting. “All of our ideas still make sense. Creating a platform for the modern woman.”
Cam pointed at the now-empty seat at the head of the table. “But Dad killed the idea.”
“He killed a new idea. But what if we do something with an existing platform he could care less about?”
“K, seriously? Home and Family?” Mayson’s brow furrowed, but Keira didn’t miss the small light that hovered in her gaze. “It’s been irrelevant for years now. Even before Dad left it to rot, the magazine was outdated.”
“Then we update it for the modern woman. Yes, she has a home and a family, and yes, she cares deeply for that part of her life, but she’s more than that. Has other interests. All we need to do is change the way we’re currently doing business. Change the way we’re speaking to her. And we’re going to use the trade show to do it.”
Camryn glanced at the financials once more before leaning forward. “How?”
Keira smiled, and for the first time she saw a glimmer of hope around the edges of her dream. They had the chance, a real opportunity, to reach women and speak to them with content that mattered. Content that valued them. And maybe even content that could save their lives if presented the right way. If only their mother had been encouraged to get checked earlier, had stayed on top of her yearly mammogram checkups…
Keira let the thought drop, along with the what-ifs that had plagued her for more than two years. Maybe she had the power to put her loss to something good and worthwhile.
“What do you both say to a little game of Let’s Make a Deal?”
Chapter One
“We’re the victims of a hostile takeover?” Keira crumpled the morning’s newspaper before slamming it on the uncluttered surface of her desk. “And how did the Financial Journal find out about it before we did?”
“It’s a game, Keira. Nathan Cooper is just trying to put us in a disadvantaged position,” Camryn said. “Besides, his brother runs the Financial Journal. It’s no real surprise the story broke there first.”
“Well, we’re not playing.” Keira ran her fingers over the glass beads
at her throat, worrying them between her thumb and forefinger before she realized the unconscious gesture for what it was and stopped. “And like that’s fair to give the FJ an exclusive.”
Her sister let out a small sigh before she assumed her best CFO voice: stern with an overlay of mothering sensitivity. “Come on, K. We’ve got a lot of cash on our books and we’re not majority owners. You can’t be all that surprised. We talked about this as a possibility, especially once Nathan filed his five percent stock purchase with the SEC last week.”
Keira knew Camryn was right, knew that their hard work and industry-leading changes to the company would make them interesting to the business world, but a takeover? A crater opened in her stomach at the thought of losing all they’d worked for. It had brought the three of them even closer than they’d already been and had given them purpose after their mother’s death.
“It’s not even true. I mean, what kind of journalism is this?” Her voice dropped as she read aloud a passage—one of several that set her blood on fire, even as her stomach churned in another wave of panic. “‘McBride Media’s been in a tenuous position for years, the once-monolithic media company dealing with the increasing pressures of a tough economy and a declining advertiser base.’”
“It’s not all that wrong. You know Dad made a lot of bad choices, K.”
“It’s not right, either,” Keira muttered under her breath as she took in the photo of Nathan Cooper grinning back at her from the bottom of the page. She and her sisters had worked long and hard to bring her family’s legacy back from the brink of disaster, and she was proud of the work.
Damn proud.
“It makes us sound like a bunch of bumbling idiots who don’t know how to run a business instead of who we are. A profitable enterprise that’s on the leading edge of innovation and highly valued content creation. We’ve rebuilt every magazine in our portfolio to appeal to a modern woman’s interests. Politics, philanthropy, culture. Heck, even our celebrity titles focus on responsibility versus frivolity.”
Camryn offered up another small sigh. “Save the publisher speech for the media. I know who we are and I know how valuable we are. It’s the whole reason Cooper’s sniffing around in the first place.”
Keira pulled her attention away from the article as the heavy sound of clicking heels sounded outside the door. “And that would be Sally.”
Sally Hughes, McBride’s chief counsel and her late mother’s best friend, walked in. Her perfectly coiffed hair, impeccable Chanel suit, and designer heels couldn’t hide her anger. “Slimy jerk went ahead and did it.”
“Of course he did.” Keira couldn’t keep the small smile off her face, despite the impending threat to her business. Sally never failed to lighten her spirits, her fierce devotion to the McBride family a constant comfort. “Just like you said he would.”
Sally dropped into a guest chair next to Camryn. “Nathan Cooper is a corporate raider and this isn’t his first rodeo. He knows how to play the media, and he’s been courting our major stock holders for the last month.” She reached over and grabbed the article off Keira’s desk. “And he’s awfully easy on the eyes, which doesn’t hurt his standing as the financial press’s favorite son.”
“Easy on the eyes and single,” Camryn added helpfully.
Sally’s voice was all business when she spoke again. “The latest scuttlebutt has it on good authority he’s going to the Publishers Association Dinner tonight.”
“Let me guess,” Keira said. “He knows I’m the evening’s hostess and has decided to toss his next bomb in person.”
“If I were a betting woman, and you both know I’m far too practical for that,” Camryn said, “I’d say you’ve guessed right.”
Sally tossed the paper on her desk, and Keira looked once more at the man’s photograph. She took in the sharp planes of his face and the piercing blue of his eyes, evident even in a black-and-white photograph. Ignoring the completely inappropriate rush of attraction, she focused on the task at hand. It was time to prepare her battle plan.
She’d worked too hard to save her family’s legacy and make it something they were proud of again. There was no way a corporate pirate with a cocky smile was going to take it away from her.
…
Nathan Cooper stared at the file his assistant had prepared on McBride Media. He’d been through the financials repeatedly, as was his habit, but it was time to turn his attention toward the personal side as he prepared to make his move on the company. And long years of experience had proven one adage over and over: it was always personal.
With a few swift keystrokes on his laptop, he bypassed the financials and found the data he was looking for. McBride Media, established shortly after World War II by H. Thomas McBride, was built on a simple premise—give the American housewife magazines relevant to her life and she’d loyally buy them month after month, year after year. Of no small consequence was the fact that she’d also support the advertising base that flocked to her favorite magazines month after month, year after year. What the subsequent heirs of H. Thomas hadn’t counted on was that the housewife of the fifties was a fleeting phenomenon. And instead of keeping up with the evolving woman, the publications had languished, full of tired old stories and an aging editorial staff that couldn’t keep up with the times.
Nathan’s gaze caught on one of several photos his assistant had included in the file. The caption read: Mayson, Camryn, and Keira McBride, the sisterhood running McBride Media, at the Museum of Natural History’s annual fund-raising event.
“Ah, yes,” he murmured to himself as he took in the smiling sisters posing arm in arm. “The Three Musketeers.”
While H. Thomas’s son had experienced little success turning the company’s fortunes around—and was likely responsible for its demise—his granddaughters had done their best over the last eight years to chart a new course with the company. In the end, it was their ingenuity that had drawn his interest in the company and his belief that there was a fair profit to be made off the aging giant once his company, Maverick Capital, took it apart.
Flipping past the photograph, Nathan searched for the article he’d remembered looking at a few weeks ago. An in-depth piece from one of the business magazines filled his screen, and with it a photo of the oldest McBride sister, Keira. As the corporate publisher and the CEO of McBride Media, she had spearheaded the company’s recovery, culminating in her biggest triumph the year before—the launch of a new magazine, three new websites, and a mobile platform that was garnering rave reviews.
Keira McBride caught his attention again. He took in the dark sable-brown hair that framed her face and spilled over her slender business suit–clad shoulders. The look was fresh and feminine while still maintaining a definite air of authority.
And sexy as hell, Nathan thought with no small measure of interest.
He was surprised to find himself still thinking about Keira McBride a half hour later as he worked his way through e-mail, his limo moving determinedly uptown toward his apartment. His driver crawled through the traffic-filled streets, a series of horns blaring outside the car with a mix of indignation and a good old-fashioned dose of New York impatience.
A card-carrying Wharton MBA graduate and group publisher of all of McBride Media’s titles, Keira was blasting her way through the advertising community on a blend of smarts, charm, and an incredible amount of business savvy. She’d grown the business each and every year since taking the helm six years prior and had actually tripled the business the last two years running.
Nathan’s cell rang through the blare of horns and he barked out a greeting, oddly irritated to have his musings on the very beautiful subject of Keira interrupted.
“You’ve got some hell of a nerve, Cooper.”
Damn it. He should have checked the caller ID.
“What can I do for you, Holt?”
“You can start by telling me why I had to read about your latest news instead of hearing it straight from you. And second, why the
hell am I out scouting and securing property in the middle of the Nevada desert if all the action’s back in New York?”
Nathan held in the creeping guilt as his best friend rode his ass. The man had a point, which Nathan didn’t concede often. “Look. The timing was right and I had to move on it. One of those things.”
“You’re just lucky I religiously read the Financial Journal. The questions started rolling into my office about three minutes after that story hit this morning.”
“You’re good at rolling with the punches, buddy. I’ve no doubt your Armani suit’s still squeaky clean and well-pressed.”
“It always is. Look, I’m not calling to discuss my wardrobe. I closed on the property shortly after lunch. There isn’t a better spot undeveloped on the lower end of the Strip.”
“They give you the tax incentives we wanted?”
“Each and every one.” Satisfaction hummed in Nathan’s veins as he imagined the hotel/casino/conference facility they were going to build on that piece of property. “So tell me why you’re sounding like a whiny school boy who didn’t get dessert?”
His friend sighed and Nathan couldn’t stop the small smile. “Seriously, Nate. Why are you messing with McBride? You’ve got a way bigger fish to fry and it’s currently sitting in the middle of the Nevada desert.”
Why was he messing with McBride Media?
An answer teased him from the furthest reaches of his consciousness, but he ruthlessly ignored it. Revenge was not only a poor motive; it suggested your opponent had a part of your heart you were desperately trying to get back. Since he’d long ago acknowledged he didn’t have a heart, revenge just didn’t play.
With brisk efficiency, Nathan brushed off Holt’s comments. “I’m a man of many interests, and I know how to keep them all straight. This is a deal well worth moving on and the time is now.”
“It’s going to catch up to you sooner or later, buddy—this constant battle to conquer the world.”
“It hasn’t caught up to you yet.” Suddenly impatient, Nathan shifted gears. “Gotta go. I’m headed to a dinner tonight and I need to get ready.”
