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“A marriage like this is nothing but a game.”
Brittany made herself pout at Cairo when he only continued to stare down at her, as if he really was trying to see inside of her.
“Why not take it into bed as well?”
“You told me there was to be no sex in this marriage.”
His gaze was on her mouth. Her heart pounded hard, like a sledgehammer.
“You told me that wasn’t your style,” she countered.
She didn’t know when she’d noticed that he’d angled his torso toward her. That he was holding her there against the wall so easily. Brittany knew she should have hated it. She should have felt caught. Captured. Compromised.
She didn’t.
His eyes glowed the dark amber that made her chest feel tight, and she couldn’t seem to pull in a full breath to save her life. His palm was surprisingly hard and warm against her cheek. She could feel it in her toes. His chest pressed against hers and made her breasts ache. And that beautiful mouth of his was set in a stern, resolute line that made something giddy and wild race through her, then coil tight, low in her belly.
“I already told you I want you, Brittany,” he told her.
It had the ring of a vow. Of something stitched together. Need and command as one. And a red-hot punch straight to that place that already melted for him.
“That hasn’t changed.”
Conveniently wedded, passionately bedded!
Whether there’s a debt to be paid, a will to be obeyed or a business to be saved …
She’s got no choice but to say, ‘I do!’
But these billionaire bridegrooms have got another think coming if they think marriage will be easy …
Soon their convenient brides become the object of an inconvenient desire!
Find out what happens after the vows in
The Billionaire’s Defiant Acquisition by Sharon Kendrick
One Night to Wedding Vows by Kim Lawrence
Wedded, Bedded, Betrayed by Michelle Smart
Look out for more Wedlocked! stories coming soon!
Expecting a Royal Scandal
Caitlin Crews
USA TODAY bestseller and RITA® Award-nominated author CAITLIN CREWS loves writing romance. She teaches her favourite romance novels in creative writing classes at places like UCLA Extension’s prestigious Writers’ Programme, where she finally gets to utilise the MA and PhD in English Literature she received from the University of York in England. She currently lives in California, with her very own hero and too many pets. Visit her at caitlincrews.com.
To Maisey, who fixed the book once when it had all turned a bit grim, listened to a lot of ranting on street corners with very broad hand gestures, and then loved it when it was done.
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THERE WERE SOME invitations a wise woman did not refuse.
The invitation in question tonight had been handwritten by one of the most famous men on earth on luxuriously heavy card stock and then hand-delivered to her door by a servant. The message itself had been intriguingly mysterious, asking her only to... Meet me in Monte Carlo.
And Brittany Hollis was many things by the ripe old age of twenty-three—including widely reviled on at least two continents thanks to her collection of strategic marriages, a reality show appearance in which she’d played the widely loathed villain and her trademark refusal to confirm or deny any and all scandalous rumors she heard about herself—but she’d always considered herself wise enough.
Too wise for her own good, in fact, or so she’d always thought. That was how an untouched virgin let herself be known across the planet as one of the most shameless women alive. Yet all the while, she stayed in control and above the snide remarks—because she, and maybe only she, knew the truth.
And no matter what names others called her, like mercenary when they were being polite, her ability to keep her eyes on the prize as if none of that bothered her was the best way she knew to propel her toward the tropical island paradise of her dreams.
She’d get there one day. She knew she would. She’d spend the rest of her life in a flowing caftan sipping pitchers of mai tais with cheerful flowers in her hair, and she’d never spare a single thought for these harsh days of hustling or the cruel tabloid stories in which she was always cast as the evil villain.
Not one stray thought. Not ever again.
Brittany could hardly wait. She’d