A marriage of convenience...
With a price!
Billionaire playboy Will Trent-Paterson has one year to get married. His father will disinherit him if he doesnât settle down, leaving his vulnerable sister homeless! So when his old friend Sophie Mitchell jokes that sheâd marry him for a million pounds, a temporary marriage seems like the perfect solution! Until, after spending time with captivating Sophie, Will realizes walking away will be the hardest part...
MICHELLE DOUGLAS has been writing for Mills & Boon since 2007, and believes she has the best job in the world. She lives in a leafy suburb of Newcastle, on Australiaâs east coast, with her own romantic hero, a house full of dust and books and an eclectic collection of sixties and seventies vinyl. She loves to hear from readers and can be contacted via her website: michelle-douglas.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07808-5
THE MILLION POUND MARRIAGE DEAL
© 2018 Michelle Douglas
Published in Great Britain 2018
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CHAPTER ONE
A QUICK GLANCE around the Soho restaurant informed Sophie that sheâd arrived firstâwhich was unusual.
âAnd thatâs a gold star for me,â she murmured under her breath, before sending a smile to the approaching waiter. âI believe thereâs a reservation in the name of Trent-Paterson.â
âCertainly, madam.â
He didnât even need to check the reservation book, but led her across the room to a table set in an alcove and screened from the rest of the room by palms. Knowing Will, it was probably the best table in the house. She wondered if this was one of the places where he normally brought his women.
Not that they were his women, of course. It was just that there was such a parade of them in and out of his life.
You canât talk.
She bit back a sigh.
The restaurant was upmarket, of course, and eschewed modern minimalist lines that were currently in vogue, celebrating instead a colonial décor popular over a century ago. It reminded her of Raffles in Singapore. Minus the heat and humidity. This wasnât the kind of establishment that needed to justify itself. She took a seat.
âCan I get you a drink, madam?â
âYes, please. A sparkling mineral water would be lovely.â
He blinked before his face became a smooth mask again. Ah...so he recognised her too, huh? She resisted the urge to tease him. New leaf, remember?
She glanced through the screen of palms at the rest of the room and shook her head. âHorrible,â she murmured. Normally she and Will met in the café at the Tate Modern. Where they could stare out at the vista spread before them rather than at each other.