Blurb
Olivia Adams has
her life plan all figured out. One, answer a call-out for a bride from a
billionaire. Two, dazzle the billionaire into proposing to her. Three, put the
smile back on her mother’s face when she takes her place as the gold-tipped
social butterfly she once was eight years ago.
Cakewalk.
Except for one
infuriating, delectable, six-foot-three glitch.
For as long as he
can remember, Matthew Kane has planned to take down his father. If he annoys
his half-brother in the process by amusing himself with the girl he wants to
marry—bonus. However, the madder the sweet little gold-digger gets at him for
interfering with her scheme to snatch the billionaire, the more he wants her.
Teaser
“Well, well,
well,” Matthew Kane murmured to himself. So, this was the lucky Olivia Kelly
Adams in the flesh, the soon-to-be bride of Victor Meyer, prodigy son of none
other than software giant Horace Meyer himself.
Since Matthew had
taken a personal interest—although to an outsider it probably looked more like
an obsession—in the Meyers’ lives the last fifteen years or so, Victor’s
attempt at marriage hadn’t fazed Matthew much. He smirked at the numerous
reports about Victor Meyer, landing on his desk. The dreamy bachelor—some
starry-eyed daytime talk-show host’s words, not his—had put out an
international call for a bride. The handsome twenty-seven-year-old—again, not
his words—thought he’d reached the point in his life where he wanted to settle
down. Produce heirs to one day take over MeyerTech, the mammoth computer
company he ran alongside his father.
So, the
crème-de-la-crème with their daughters had attended a fancy lunch hosted by
Victor’s mother where he had his choice of beautiful women. Matthew had
remained unconcerned throughout it all until he glimpsed a photograph of what
could be Victor’s future wife. Then he couldn’t help himself, he needed to see
her for himself. That she’d be catching a flight from Cape Town to Johannesburg
suited him fine because, suddenly, so would he. Sitting next to her had cost
him nothing but a small bribe—his phone number.
The scent of her
skin, a mingling of baby powder blended with rose-scented soap, lingered on his
hands. He couldn’t stop from messing around with the gorgeous gold digger
hoping to plant her nails into the good old fortune of the Meyers, no less. She
intrigued him.
Tilting his head
to the side, he peered at her sitting rock-rigid beside him, still amused at
how she’d flown out of his lap back into her seat. Her dark hair, a wild river
of fragrant tresses, covered her face from his view. She hugged the voluptuous
dress to her chest. He remembered what seemed to have been paw prints on her
white shirt.
He grinned when he
thought how stunned she’d been to find herself in his lap.
About Vivien Paige
Vivien Paige has been eagerly consuming romance novels since her early teens. Strong, dark alpha heroes. Cute, feisty heroines. Combustible, emotional roller-coaster rides to a splendid happy ever after. Perfect! That's what makes her such an awesome wife...well depending on who you ask :) Now she writes her own romance novels too.
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