A Contract, A Wedding, A Wife?
What I need most right now is a wife… Solitaire Saunders will do anything to save her family’s café – even marry enigmatic billionaire, Xavier McQueen! It’s only meant to be temporary, until the pretence of being married starts to feel passionately real!
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âWhat I need most right now is a wife.â
But can their convenient marriage turn into forever?
Solitaire Saunders will do anything to save her familyâs caféâeven marry enigmatic billionaire Xavier McQueen! As his contracted bride, sheâs there to secure Xavierâs inheritanceânot to enjoy his delicious kisses... Itâs only meant to be temporary, until the pretense of being married starts to feel passionately real!
Formerly a video and radio producer, CHRISTY MCKELLEN now spends her time writing fun, impassioned and emotive romance with an undercurrent of sensual tension. When sheâs not writing she can be found enjoying life with her husband and three children, walking for pleasure, and researching other peopleâs deepest secrets and desires. Christy loves to hear from readers. You can get hold of her at christymckellen.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07748-4
A CONTRACT, A WEDDING, A WIFE?
© 2018 Christy McKellen
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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This one is for you, lovely romance reader, for choosing to spend your precious time reading my words.
I am truly grateful.
May you always have romance in your heart.
Contents
Riskâa game of strategy, conflict and diplomacy.
HE WAS NEVER going to find someone suitable to marry at this rate.
Xavier McQueen let out an exasperated sigh as the woman who had seemed like his best hopeâon paper at leastâgave a firm and very final no to his admittedly completely barmy-sounding proposal before putting the phone down on him.
Apparently only being married for a year before divorcing wouldnât look good on her dating CV. She was under the impression it could put off real prospects in the future because theyâd be worried about her coming with baggage from such a short previous marriage.
Closing his eyes, he slumped back in his chair.
Three months heâd been wasting his time with this ridiculous endeavour and now he only had six weeks left before the Hampstead mansion where heâd lived for the last four yearsâthe home that had been in his family for the last hundred and fifty yearsâwould pass to his money-grubbing clown of a cousin.
Damn his great-aunt and her jeopardous eccentricity.
He thought sheâd loved himâcertainly more than his parents ever hadâbut this bizarre stunt sheâd pulled with her will had made him wonder about that.
Shoving a hand through his hair and trying not to pull it out in his frustration, he stared out of the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, barely registering his view of the majestic Tower Bridge stretching out across the fast-moving River Thames.
Heâd not wanted to widely advertise exactly what he was looking for in case it brought out the crooks and the crazies but that meant heâd quickly run out of people to ask to help him out. The problem was, the chosen candidate needed to be someone he could trust, as well as someone heâd be able to get along with, but all his good female friends were already married and he didnât fancy taking his chances with any of his exes. A year was a long time to live with someone who detested the very sight of you.
