Bridegrooms Required: One Bridegroom Required / One Wedding Required / One Husband Required
A perfect wedding needs... a groom!One Bridegroom RequiredLuke was ready to settle down to a calm, platonic marriage, but Holly wasn’t the experienced woman he took her for. To get her perfect wedding, this twenty-six-year-old virgin would have to seduce the groom! One Wedding RequiredAmber wasn’t tall enough to be a model, but the next best thing was working as a PA to hunky Finn Fitzgerald at his modelling agency. That Amber fell in love with Finn wasn’t a shock – the fact that he even saw her was!One Husband RequiredUrsula had found Mr Right – her boss. But she’d kept her feelings to herself as she thought Ross was married. Now Ursula discovers that he’s actually a single dad in need of help. Is she about to be Ross’s stand-in wife?
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Iâve known for a long time that I have the best job in the worldâwriting stories about powerful, complicated men and the women who love themâwhatâs not to like? Some of these stories have stayed especially close to my heart and Iâm delighted to announce that you can now read them for yourself if theyâre new to youâor maybe rediscover them if you loved them as much as I do.
I love them for different reasons. Sometimes because thereâs a heroine I can particularly identify withâlike Rose in Surrender to the Sheikh or Sabrina in The Unlikely Mistress. Sometimes because I am unable to forget the heroâand I confess that they all have an unforgettable hero. I think about Dominic Dashwood in Settling the Score and all the fuss that book caused at the time. I think of the proud Russian, Nikolai, in Too Proud to be Bought and Ross in One Husband Required, who was a very different kind of hero. I can feel as if theyâre all in the room with me, urging you to read their stories, and I hope you will.
The collection runs from May through to October 2015, so please write or tweet me @Sharon_Kendrick and tell me which are your favourites.
Happy reading,
Love,
Sharon
SHARON KENDRICK once won a national writing competition by describing her ideal date: being flown to an exotic island by a gorgeous and powerful man. Little did she realise that sheâd just wandered into her dream job! Today she writes for Mills & Boon, featuring often stubborn but always to-die-for heroes and the women who bring them to their knees. She believes that the best books are those you never want to end. Just like life â¦
Bridegrooms Required
One Bridegroom Required
One Wedding Required
One Husband Required
Sharon Kendrick
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Sharon Kendrick
THE wedding dress gleamed indistinctly through its heavy shrouding of plastic.
It was an exquisite gownâsimple and striking and fashioned with care from ivory silk-satin. Organza whispered softly beneath the skirt and the matching veil was made of gossamer-fine tulle.
At a little over twenty years old, it was ageless and timeless, a future heirloomâto be passed down from bride to bride, each woman adapting it and making it uniquely hers.
But for now it remained locked in a wardrobe, hidden and protected and unworn.
And waiting...
LUKE GOODWIN stood in front of the big, Georgian window and gave a sigh of satisfaction which not even the bleak November day could dispel. He stared at the unfamiliar landscape before him. It was a loveless time of year in England, once the last of the leaves had fallen.
The sky was as grey as slush and the clouds had an ominous bulge which spoke of heavy rains to come. It was as unlike the golden and blue African skies he had left behind as it was possible to be.
Yet the green chequerboard of fields which stretched as far as his eye could see was now his. As was this graceful old house with enough bedrooms to sleep a football team. His hard mouth softened into a smile as he tried to take it all in, but it was hard to believe that this, all this beauty, now belonged to him.
Oh, a different type of beauty from the one he was used to, that was for sure. His beauty had been searing heat and blazing cerulean skies. The scent of lemons and the puff of fragrant smoke wafting from the barbecue. There had been bare rooms where giant fans cast their flickering circles across bleached ceilingsâso different from the elegant Georgian drawing room in which he now stood.
He had been here only eight hours and yet felt he knew the house as intimately as any lover. He had arnved in the middle of the night, but had walked the echoing floors in silence, examining each room and reacquainting himself with each chair, each moulding. Running his long fingers along their pure, clean surfaces with the awe of a mother studying her newborn.
His heart sang with possessionânot for the houseâs worth, but for its link with the past, and the future. Like a rudderless boat, Luke had finally found the mooring of his dreams.
He let his eyes grow accustomed to the view. Through an arched yew hedge was a clutch of thatched cottages, a pub, a few tasteful and essential shopsâas well as the added bonus of a village green with accompanying duck pond. England at its most picture-perfect. His senses were stretched with fatigue, and the soft beauty of his childhood home had never seemed quite so poignant.
