Lucy Hamilton has found herself in a bit of bother. Her mom has informed Great Aunt Bev, who has been really ill, all about Lucy's whirlwind romance and marriage. There is only one problem. Lucy isn't married and has no intention of ever getting married. Owner of an up and coming lingerie store, Lucy is happy to stay single, flaunt convention and always control her own destiny. But owing a lot to Bev, Lucy does not want to upset her when she is frail, so agrees to find a surrogate husband for her uncle's wedding. Now all she needs is a suitable candidate.
Dex Levian is a successful accountant who is in the process of merging with another company, guaranteeing both his and his parents financial security. When he meets his client, Lucy, for the first time, he is instantly attracted to her unique style and flair. Roped into the role of surrogate husband, it is not long before sparks fly between the pair. Both are determined that a relationship is not in their future. Dex has known loss in his past and he is convinced that a fling with Lucy will be enough. And if his future business partner thought he was dating a client, the deal would be off.
Lucy, having suffered at the hands of her abusive father, has sworn never to trust in men. But when a wedding day, becomes a wedding weekend, mayhem ensues - a surprise vow renewal ceremony, moving plans, and unexpected guests. Will Lucy and Dev allow their feelings to develop into something long lasting?
THE SURROGATE HUSBAND by Wynter Daniels is a wonderfully enjoyable contemporary romance. Lucy's character is relatable and interesting, and I admired her independence and confidence, while still hoping that she would let Dex into her life. Dex is the perfect hero - clever, caring and sexy as hell! THE SURROGATE HUSBAND by Wynter Daniels is a tale of real passion, friendship, family and opening yourself up to the possibility of love.
A satisfying category romance from Entangled's Lovestruck
imprint...
To have and to hoax...
Wild child lingerie store owner Lucy Hamilton is a
happily
confirmed bachelorette. As far as she's concerned, men
are
something best enjoyed in small doses, never to be
allowed
too close. Then Lucy's mother tells her Aunt Bev that
Lucy
has eloped and is married--a tiny lie only meant to
appease
the dying woman...until Aunt Bev miraculously recovers.
Now
Lucy needs to find a "husband" for an upcoming family
wedding, and fast.
Fortunately, Lucy's ridiculously hot, ridiculously
straitlaced new accountant Dex Levian is willing to be
her
stand-in spouse for the weekend. And that's when the
trouble
really begins. For starters, Dex's "involvement" with a
client―no matter how irresistible―might ruin
a
merger he
hopes will make his career. Worse still, the chemistry
between Dex and Lucy is more than convincing―it's
sizzling.
But for Lucy, falling for her fake new husband is the
most
dangerous thing she can do...
Lucy folded her arms over her chest. βWe canβt ask him to be my fake
husband. First of all, I havenβt agreed to play this game. Secondly,
Dex is my accountant, not my boyfriend. I hardly know him outside our
professional dealings. And I just met him in person for the first time
five minutes ago!β
βLetβs just ask him,β her mom said. βSee if heβd even consider it.β
Through the door, Dex coughed loudly, as if to remind them he was
still waiting.
Lucy motioned toward the sound. βCome on. We canβt leave him out
there. Heβs an important, busy man. Iβm sure he has numbers to crunch
or something.β Swallowing hard, she pulled the door back open and
headed to the sales floor. And found Dex examining a pair of red lacy
crotch-less panties. He didnβt look in the least confused by them,
which sometimes happened to the more clueless men who came in to buy
something for their girlfriends or wives.
His gaze skimmed over her body so fast she wasnβt really sure sheβd
seen it. Was he imagining her in those panties?
A warm flush started at her ears and worked its way down to her throat
and neck.
With a barely concealed amused expression on his face, he returned the
underwear to the display table. βEverything okay?β
Mom went over to him. βIβ¦weβ¦Lucy has a question for you.β Placing a
palm in the middle of Lucyβs back, she shoved her forward. Lucy
stumbled, righting herself just before she slammed into Dexβs broad
chest.
Coward.
A slow, sexy grin settled on his lips. βSomething you want to ask me?β
Oh, God. Did he think she was going to ask him out? He did, she could
see it in his eyes. No one looked like he did and didnβt get regularly
propositioned by clients. Worst of all, the idea her mother wanted her
to propose was even more unprofessional than that.
Last thing she wanted was a man who was as orderly and mathematically
minded as Dex the accountant.
As her father. May his hyper-organized, abusive self remain far away
from her and her mom.
It didnβt matter that Dex was built like a linebacker and had a cleft
in his chin like Ben Affleck, or that he smelled like a redwood
forest. None of those things changed the fact that she went for
leather jackets, not leather briefcases.
He didnβt have a single tattoo or piercing, although who could really
be sure under his suit? But it sure would be fun to rumple him up in
the sack. In truth, the thought had crossed her mind more than once in
the last six weeks during their phone conversations. But then heβd
start talking about how her piles of receipts could be βmore
organizedβ and her penmanship on invoices βless messy,β and that had
always been more than enough to bring her back to reality.
But the very thought of being in his bed heated her cheeks.
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