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“Let’s be frank. Our grandparents have hopes of marriage between us, yes?”
“So I was led to believe,” she hedged.
“Okay. To be honest, initially I didn’t like the idea of being pushed into marriage with you,” he told her.
“Thanks.”
His eyes danced. And more. There was…admiration? Certainly desire. In buckets. She felt her body quiver.
“My pleasure,” he said with a chuckle, nibbling her knuckles.
“So?” Stupid though it was, the feel of his mouth was robbing her of speech. Or perhaps it was the lowered flutter of his impossibly thick black lashes. “So,” she said, appalled at how croaky she sounded. “What changed your mind?”
“You did.”
He was croaky, too. Maddy began to panic. Dex wasn’t supposed to be attracted to her!
“I did?” she squeaked in alarm.
“Very much so,” he murmured. “You are…” His slow gaze burned all the way from the top of her head to her feet, stopping at strategic points in between. “A knockout,” he said on a husky out-breath.
Legally wed,
But he’s never said…
“I love you.”
They’re…
The series where marriages are made in
haste…and love comes later…
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Bride by Blackmail #2334
by
Carole Mortimer
Husband by Arrangement
Sara Wood
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER ONE
MADDY had waited long enough. She had to see. Catching her friend’s hand in a desperate plea, she steeled herself for the result.
‘Let me look!’ she begged.
Debbie laughed. ‘Patience. Just a little more lipgloss…. There! Ready?’
Maddy nodded, her mouth horribly dry. So much rested on this! The chair was swung around to face the mirror and she found herself staring at a totally different person.
‘Oh, my gosh!’ she breathed in awe.
Instead of being outrageous, as she’d planned, the burgundy hair flattered her pale colouring and made her solemn grey eyes gleam with a smoky, almost wicked allure. Her lips parted in astonishment and her poppy-coloured mouth pouted back at her as if it were kissed forty times a night.
As if! She smiled wryly. Since her last, barely-got-started relationship had gone pear-shaped, her grandfather was the only one who kissed her. On the cheek. And only to say goodnight. Dear Grandpa, he didn’t believe in displays of affection, even though he did care for her.
That was why he was set on her marrying the grandson of his ex-business partner in Portugal. And why she was all done up like a dog’s dinner—in a desperate effort to look totally unsuitable as the future bride for Dexter Fitzgerald. And why, in a few hours, she was flying out to a country she’d left almost twenty years ago.
‘It’s a bit…over the top,’ Maddy said doubtfully, shocked by the brazen hussy in the mirror.
‘’Course it is. How else are you to be rejected point-blank? You said the Fitzgeralds were traditional-minded. Trust me. They’ll be appalled.’
Maddy began to smile. Her hopes rose.
‘I think they might!’ she conceded.
‘Now you’ve got to learn to do a come-hither walk,’ commanded Debbie. ‘Like this.’
Egged on by her giggling friend, Maddy leapt from the chair and followed Debbie, exaggerating the swing of her leather-clad hips till she felt her pelvis would break loose from its moorings.
‘It’s too ridiculous!’ she protested, as they fell in a heap of helpless laughter on her friend’s bed. ‘I could never walk like that in public!’
‘Duckie, you’ve got to overdo it if you’re to succeed. That’s why we bought the gaudiest clothes from the charity shop.’ Debbie’s face grew serious. ‘Look, you have no choice. Your grandfather’s been on and on at you for ages. He’s mad keen for you to marry this Dexter guy. This will definitely foil his plans.’
‘He wants me to be secure,’ she defended loyally. ‘He thinks I’m a hopeless case because I’m thirty. And I’m unemployed,
