The Marriage Of Inconvenience. Nina Singh
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Her lawfully wedded husband...again?
When Angeline Scott’s business is in trouble, she turns to the one man who can help—R. J. Davet. She needs him to pose as her husband to secure a vital deal. Surely that shouldn’t be too difficult, seeing as R.J. played that role spectacularly well until their marriage fell apart!
Opening the door to R.J. again makes Angel realize something immediately: she’s never gotten over him. But can she convince him of that before this deal is struck and he walks out of her life once more?
And then he was kissing her.
Dizziness assaulted her and she knew he must have noticed. He lowered his hands to her arms and held her closer. The sweet contact with his lips never wavered.
Angel didn’t know why he was suddenly doing this—didn’t care. All that mattered now was that he did not stop.
She noticed movement from the corner of her eye. It hit her then. Tavov had stepped onto the balcony; he was watching them. RJ was putting on a show. He was only kissing her for Tavov’s benefit.
Hurt opened fire on her heart. All of a sudden it was too much: their arguments, his demands, the tension. And the taste of him… his heat up against her.
Something snapped. She pulled her arms out of his grasp and lifted them around his neck. His sharp intake of breath didn’t even make her hesitate. She stepped closer to him, feeling the rock of muscle that lined his frame.
She spoke low into his ear. “Oh, we need to be so much more convincing than that…”
The Marriage of Inconvenience
Nina Singh
NINA SINGH lives just outside of Boston, USA, with her husband, children, and a very rambunctious Yorkie. After several years in the corporate world she finally followed the advice of family and friends to ‘give the writing a go, already’. She’s oh-so-happy she did. When not at her keyboard she likes to spend time on the tennis court or golf course. Or immersed in a good read.
For my generous, kind-hearted, and encouraging husband. And for my amazing, wonderful children, who make me proud every day.
Also Barb, Dee and Deb. You’ve been there every step of the way and I am thankful beyond words.
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SO NOW SHE needed his help.
R. J. Davet shifted in his chair and looked down for the third time at the email message waiting for him on his laptop. Even if she hadn’t signed the message, he would have known whom it was from. Brief and to the point, apologetic yet demanding at the same time. All the characteristics of the woman he had known better than anyone else on earth. He almost laughed at the thought. He had known her intimately once. And it had cost him.
Outside his hotel window, the crowded street in London’s East End bustled with activity. Delivery trucks skirted around the road. Morning commuters rushed to work, and cafés were filling with caffeine-hungry customers.
A silver tea tray with steaming scones sat untouched on the antique table next to him. He was oblivious to all of it. His appointment with the investors in a few minutes, the importance of this trip, the weeks of preparation. He couldn’t bring himself to think of any of that now. After all this time, and all the pretenses, she was asking for his help.
A fleeting impulse to ignore the request entered his mind. After all, she hadn’t indicated it was urgent. Every self-preserving instinct told him to pretend he’d never received it.
But that thought was gone in a second. He would go to her. Of course he would. Even with the little information the message provided, he couldn’t ignore a plea from her. Besides, the past was behind them now. There was no reason he couldn’t assist her professionally. He was the best. Arrogance or immodesty had nothing to do with it. He knew his strengths and he knew his shortcomings. He knew his reputation within the field had compelled celebrity and politician alike to seek out his expertise, even this early in his business. He’d worked his butt off since leaving college.
Now his skills were being sought by the one woman who could have had that and a lot more at her disposal. The bitter tang of memory formed an unpleasant taste in his mouth before he swallowed it.
Rubbing his eyes, he stood and read the email once more.
R.J.
It’s