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âNicola Marsh heats up your winter nights with this blazingly sensual tale of lost love, second chances and old secrets! In Marriage: For Business or Pleasure? Nicola Marsh blends hot sensuality with tender romance, witty humour and nail-biting drama, which will keep readers eagerly turning the pages of this spellbinding contemporary romance!â âPHS Reviews on Marriage: For Business or Pleasure?
âThis lovers-reunited tale is awash in passion, sensuality and plenty of sparks. The terrific characters immediately capture your attention, and from there the pages go flying by.â
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âSterling characters, an exotic setting and crackling sexual tension make for a great read.â
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âWE HAVE a problem.â
Four words Rory Devlin did not want to hearâespecially at his first Devlin Corp Shareholdersâ Ball.
He glanced around the Palladium ballroom, ensuring everyone was engaged in drinking, dining or dancing, with no visible crisis in sight, before acknowledging the waiter hovering at his elbow.
âWhat kind of problem?â
The kid, barely out of school, took a backward step and he belatedly remembered to temper his tone. It wasnât the waiterâs fault heâd been dealing with non-stop hold-ups on the Portsea project all day.
Attending this shindig was the last thing he wanted to do but it had been six months since heâd stepped into the CEO role, six months since heâd tried to rebuild what had once been Australiaâs premier property developer, six months of repairing the damage his dad had inflicted.
The waiter glanced over his shoulder and tugged nervously at his bow tie. âYou better see for yourself.â
Annoyed at the intrusion, he signalled to his deputy, who saluted at his âstepping outâ sign, and followed the waiter to a small annexe off the main foyer, where the official launch of the Portsea project would take place in fifteen minutes.
âSheâs in there.â
She?
He took one look inside the annexe and balked.
âIâll take it from here,â he said, and the waiter scuttled away before heâd finished speaking.
Squaring his shoulders, he tugged at the ends of his dinner jacket and strode into the room, eyeballing the problem.
Who eyeballed him back with a defiant tilt of her head, sending loose shoulder-length blond waves tumbling around her heart-shaped face.
She wore a smug smile along with a flimsy blue cocktail dress that matched her eyes.
He hoped the links around her wrists and ankles were the latest eccentric fashion accessory and not what he thought they were: chains anchoring her to the display he had to unveil shortly.
âCan I help you?â
âIâm counting on it.â
Her pink-glossed lips compressed as she sized him up, starting at his Italian handmade shoes and sweeping upwards in an all-encompassing stare that made him edgy.
âShall we go somewhere and discussâ?â
âNot possible.â
She rattled the chains at her wrist and the display gave an ominous wobble.
âAs you can see, Iâm a bit tied up at the moment.â
He winced at her pitiful pun and she laughed.
âNot my best, but a girl has to do what a girl has to do to get results.â
He pointed at the steel links binding her to his prized display.
âAnd you think chaining yourself to my companyâs latest project is going to achieve your objective?â
âYouâre here, arenât you?â
What was this? Some kind of revenge?
He frowned, searching his memory banks. Was she someone heâd dated? A business associate? Someone heâd slighted in some way?
If sheâd gone this far to get his attention, she wanted something. Something heâd never give, considering the way sheâd gone about this.