| Synopsis:
A proposition that's anything but businesslike…
If she wants to realize her lifelong dream of
having children, heiress Faith Castle had better find a husband—pronto. But
there are two roadblocks on her road to happiness: she knows no eligible
men, and she's not exactly Miss California.
Then she meets Connor Kingston. He's yummy. He's
available. And he thinks she's sexy…
But he's also honest. After a kiss that leaves them
hot and bothered, Connor offers to marry Faith, but purely as a career move.
It's far from romantic, but it's as good an offer as she's going to get.
Each has a caveat, though. She requires his fidelity—and he wants a
no-holds-barred sex life.
From their wedding night on, they get more and more
adventuresome—and Faith starts feeling different about herself and her
body. And somewhere in the midst of ecstasy, they come to know the most
foreign, exciting aphrodisiac of all—love…
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| Excerpt:
Connor followed Faith Castle into the moonlit gardens,
giving her plenty of lead to disguise the fact he was tailing her. When he
caught up, the meeting would appear accidental.
Over the past few weeks, as he’d dutifully squired her around town, Trinity
Green told him everything there was to know about Faith. She was almost
thirty, a schoolteacher, and she loved children beyond anything. She also
happened to be the heiress to Castle Heavy Mining. According to the Trinity
gospel, Faith was a paragon. Could there actually be such a thing? Trinity
had extolled her virtues as if she were putting the woman on the auctioning
block. The question was why. What was the benefit in touting Faith?
Whatever her reasons, Trinity had told him everything important about Faith.
Or so he thought. She hadn’t mentioned Faith’s abundant body. Far from a
model-thin beauty queen, Faith was round and curvy. A man could hold Faith
in his arms and not worry about breaking her. Her breasts were a bounty. Her
derriere begged for a man’s caress. Her hair, cascading past her shoulders,
was the color of an exploding sun, all reds and golds.
Faith lacked the classic aristocratic features revered in today’s world. Her
face was round, her nose a tad snub, and her mouth small, but beauty was so
much more than bone structure. It was the whole package, inside and out.
Trinity had given him a hint of Faith’s soft center, but her full impact hit
him when she laughed. From across the dance floor, the throaty sound shot
straight to his cock. That’s when he started imagining her on her knees
taking him into her mouth, when he’d envisioned sinking his fingers into her
hair and holding her to him as he came.
Yes, Faith Castle was a pleasant surprise. A lush creature begging for him
to plumb the depths others casually dismissed. He hadn’t imagined that
seducing her would be so pleasurable.
Ahead of him, she stopped at a hedge, leaning forward slightly to peer
around it.
Connor stole closer. Hushed voices reached him, then indistinguishable
sounds. Faith seemed rooted to the spot like a statue hewn in place. She
didn’t hear him as he circled, coming up on her left. The fingers of her
right hand found purchase in the hedge branches, as if to steady herself.
Then he saw what so fascinated her.
Well, well, well, Faith Castle was indeed a bundle of contrasts. Knee-length
cocktail dress, well-hidden cleavage, moderate heels on her shoes. One
thought prim and proper.
But there she was standing in the flower-scented garden watching a woman go
down on her lover. A breath whispered from Faith’s lips as the man drove his
cock deep. Her hand left the hedge and skated down the front of her dress,
brushing her abdomen, then pressed between her legs.
The sight sucked Connor’s breath from his lungs, and his cock surged. Her
breasts crested against her dress. Diamond-tipped nipples begged for his
mouth. That luscious body was meant for loving, and if Trinity was to be
believed, Faith hadn’t seen much of that lately. Fucking idiots, the men who
passed her over because of a mere body-type fad. She wanted passion, hell
yes, she wanted it badly.
He wanted to give it to her. He’d stumbled onto the perfect supplement to
his plan, the ideal stratagem to draw her in.
He hadn’t imagined securing his future could be this sweet.
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