Between Marriage And Merger
From boardroom to bedroom… and back?Sexy businessman Noah Locke’s fake engagement will solve his professional problems…and his fiancée in name only is the one woman he’s wanted for years. But when the stakes rise, will their intense attraction end in disaster…or a true merger?
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From boardroom to bedroom...and back?
Hotel magnate Noah Locke has worked too hard to let a PR scandal ruin the biggest deal of his career. If a fake engagement will fix his image, heâs in. So is Lily Foster, his assistantâand the one woman heâs wanted for years. Soon thereâs nothing fake about their heated kisses and steamy nights together. Can this arrangement turn real...or is Lily playing for a different prize?
KAREN BOOTH is a Midwestern girl transplanted to the South, raised on â80s music, Judy Blume and the films of John Hughes. She writes sexy big-city love stories. When she takes a break from the art of romance, sheâs teaching her kids about good music, honing her Southern cooking skills or sweet-talking her husband into whipping up a batch of cocktails. Find out more about Karen at www.karenbooth.net.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07619-7
BETWEEN MARRIAGE AND MERGER
© 2018 Karen Booth
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
Lily Foster delighted in the idea of a weddingâtwo people so in love they vow to be together forever. The reality of a wedding, even as an observer, made Lily break out in hives. There she stood in the New York City Clerkâs Office, without the usual trappings of organ music or a minister or the bride in a flowing gown, and the nuptials still put her on edge. Her skin felt clammy. She couldnât stand still. Her instinct was to run out of the building as fast as her pumps would carry her. But she couldnât do that. She had to stay put. Sheâd been generously invited to the impromptu nuptials of her bossâs sister. Lily wouldâve done anything for her boss, Noah Locke. To her own detriment, she adored him.
Still, for Lily, watching anyone get married was like unpacking a dusty old steamer trunk of miserable memories of her dream day that never was. When a woman has been left at the altar, no matter the reasons for it, she doesnât forget it. Ever. And Lilyâs world seemed hell-bent on dredging up the memory today.
âBy the powers vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife.â
Tamping down her jealousy and choking back a sob of sentimentality, Lily watched as the bride and groomâNoahâs sister, Charlotte, and her new hubby, ridiculously handsome Michael, got lost in a passionate kiss. For that instant, she could feel the love between them. It was a life force that hit her from five feet away. Tears silently streamed down Lilyâs cheeks. Charlotte, in a knee-length white dress that hugged her five-month baby bump, popped up on one foot, kicking the other into the air. It was like the cover of a fun contemporary romance. That was enough for Lily. She couldnât watch anymore.
She pulled a tissue from her bag and dared to look at Noah, who was standing up for the groom. Noah wasnât watching the kiss either. His hands were stuffed in the pants pockets of his slim-fitting gray suit. He was staring at his shoes, probably because they were beautiful and expensive, like everything in his life. Noah was a notorious playboy, so much so that the New York tabloids loved to play with him the way a cat bats about a mouse. Weddings were undoubtedly not Noahâs scene. Lily didnât even need to ask.
