Bought To Wear The Billionaire's Ring
Their six-week betrothal bargainSamantha Wilson never forgot the sting of Leo Morgan-White’s youthful rejection, but now the brooding billionaire is offering a solution to her mother’s debts, and she can’t refuse.Leo’s deal was simple, Samantha would pose as his fiancée to help secure custody of his late step-brother’s daughter. But Samantha’s purity is a breath of fresh air in Leo’s cynical world and the temptation to satisfy his lust for her becomes irresistible.As the end of their agreement approaches, Sam’s ability to resist their potent attraction is buckling under the weight of wearing Leo’s ring and the heat of his expert touch…
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Their six-week betrothal bargain
Samantha Wilson never forgot the sting of Leo Morgan-White’s youthful rejection, but now the brooding billionaire is offering a solution to her mother’s debts that she can’t refuse.
Leo’s deal was simple. Samantha would pose as his fiancée to help secure custody of his late stepbrother’s daughter. But Samantha’s purity is a breath of fresh air in Leo’s cynical world, and the temptation to satisfy his lust for her becomes irresistible.
As the end of their agreement approaches, Sam’s ability to resist their potent attraction is buckling under the weight of wearing Leo’s ring and the heat of his expert touch...
‘I’m going to give you twenty-four hours to think about my proposition. I’ll leave the engagement ring here. Try not to misplace it.’
‘I may not agree to anything.’
‘Your call.’ Leo shrugged. ‘I anticipate six weeks of inconvenience. Think about the trade-off.’ He stood up and glanced at his watch to find that far more time had gone by than he’d expected. ‘Just one more thing to consider...’
Sammy had scrambled to her feet, but she was still keeping her distance. She wasn’t going to touch this offer with a bargepole. Was she...? It smacked of blackmail, and surely any form of deceit, however well intended, was a bad thing...
‘What’s that?’ She eyed him warily.
‘You asked why you’re perfect for this...arrangement.’ He kept his eyes fixed on her face as he began putting on his coat. ‘You understand the rules. I don’t mean the rules that involve pretending...I mean the rules that dictate that this isn’t for real. You’re not one of my women who might get it into their heads that a fake engagement will turn into a real engagement.’
‘No. I’m not.’ Because there was no way he would ever consider getting engaged for real to someone like her. She’d never wanted to slap someone as much as she wanted to slap him.
‘So we’re on the same page,’ Leo drawled, tilting his head at her. ‘Always a good thing. I’ll be in touch tomorrow evening for your decision...my wife-to-be.’
CATHY WILLIAMS can remember reading Mills & Boon books as a teenager, and now that she is writing them she remains an avid fan. For her, there is nothing like creating romantic stories and engaging plots, and each and every book is a new adventure. Cathy lives in London, and her three daughters—Charlotte, Olivia and Emma—have always been, and continue to be, the greatest inspirations in her life.
Books by Cathy Williams
Mills & Boon Modern Romance
Snowbound with His Innocent Temptation
A Virgin for Vasquez Seduced into Her Boss’s Service The Wedding Night Debt A Pawn in the Playboy’s GameAt Her Boss’s PleasureThe Real RomeroThe Uncompromising ItalianThe Argentinian’s DemandSecrets of a Ruthless TycoonEnthralled by MorettiHis Temporary Mistress
The Italian Titans
Wearing the De Angelis Ring
The Surprise De Angelis Baby
One Night With Consequences
Bound by the Billionaire’s Baby
Seven Sexy Sins
To Sin with the Tycoon
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Contents
Extract
‘SO...’ LEO MORGAN-WHITE handed his father a glass of claret and sat down opposite him.
Harold had travelled all the way from Devon and had been delivered only half an hour previously by his chauffeur. It had been a surprise visit, which he had been told by his agitated father the evening before couldn’t wait.
Despite this, they had yet to get down to business and, although Leo knew what it concerned, he was still puzzled as to why it couldn’t have waited until the weekend when he would gladly have travelled to Devon.
But his father was emotional and impulsive and so it was nigh on impossible to gauge just how important his news actually was. Leo couldn’t think that it would be important enough to have him rushing up to London, a city he tried to avoid at all costs.
‘Too noisy,’ he was fond of complaining. ‘Too crowded. Too polluted. Too many expensive shops selling nonsense. A man can’t hear himself think there! You know what I say, Leo—if you can’t hear the grass growing, you’re in the wrong place!’
‘What’s going on?’ Leo now asked, reclining back and stretching out his long legs. He carefully placed his glass on the table next to him and linked his fingers loosely on his stomach.
His father’s eyes were glistening and he looked on the verge of bursting into tears. His chin was wobbling and his breathing was suspiciously uneven. Leo knew from experience that it was always better to ignore these signs of an imminent breakdown and focus on what needed to be discussed. His father needed very little encouragement when it came to shedding tears.
It was a trait Leo had thankfully not inherited. Indeed, anyone would have been forgiven for thinking that the two were not related at all as, both temperamentally and physically, they couldn’t have been more different.
