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“I’ve changed my mind.”
Eva stopped in front of Kyle. Any nerves about seducing him had long since burned away. She ran a finger down his chest, igniting a trail of heat. The heady masculine scents of clean skin and sandalwood made her head spin.
His hand curled over hers. “What about?”
She boldly wound one arm around his neck, leaned in close and gently bit down on one earlobe. “The clause in our marriage agreement that prohibits sex. If anyone is going to sleep with my husband, it’s going to be me.”
When she would have drawn back, his hands closed on her waist, holding her against him. “I’ll get my lawyer to strike it out in the morning.”
“As long as we have a verbal agreement, the new condition is in effect.”
“We could shake on it,” he muttered, “but I have a better idea.” Lowering his head, he finally did what she’d been dying for him to do ever since the wedding ceremony. He kissed her.
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Needed: One Convenient Husband is part of The Pearl House series—Business and passion collide when two dynasties forge ties bound by love
Needed: One
Convenient
Husband
Fiona Brand
FIONA BRAND lives in the sunny Bay of Islands, New Zealand. Now that both her sons are grown, she continues to love writing books and gardening. After a life-changing time in which she met Christ, she has undertaken study for a Bachelors in Theology and has become a member of The Order of St. Luke, Christ’s healing ministry.
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Kyle Messena’s gaze narrowed as the bridal car pulled up outside Dolphin Bay’s windblown, hilltop church. The bride, festooned in white tulle, stepped out of the limousine. A drift of gauze obscured her face, but sunlight gleamed on tawny hair that was heart-stoppingly familiar.
Adrenaline pumped and time seemed to slow, stop, as he considered the stunning fact that, despite his efforts to prevent Eva Atraeus marrying a man whose motives were purely financial, she had utterly fooled him and the wedding he had thought he had nixed was going ahead.
Kyle had taken two long, gliding steps out of the inky shade cast by an aged oak into the blistering heat of a New
