THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT
by Katee Robert
When Teague O’ Malley and
Callista Sheridan are ordered to marry they soon realize that there is much
more at stake than money. Fans of Jackie
Ashenden’s Make You and Kresley Cole’s The Master, Unexpected, will devour the super
steamy and fast paced first book, The Marriage Contract in the O’ Malley series
by NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Katee Robert.
Series: The
O’Malley Series #1
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Release Date: Paperback-
December 22, 2015 Digital- June 2, 2015
Publisher: Grand
Central Publishing- Forever
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Synopsis:
Teague
O’Malley hates pretty much everything associated with his family’s name. And
when his father orders him to marry Callista Sheridan to create a “business”
alliance, Teague’s ready to tell his dad exactly where he can stuff his
millions. But then Teague actually meets his new fiancée, sees the bruises on
her neck and the fight still left in her big blue eyes, and he decides he will
do everything in his power to protect her.
Everyone
knows the O’Malleys have a dangerous reputation. But Callie wasn’t aware of
just what that meant until she saw Teague, the embodiment of lethal grace and
coiled power. His slightest touch sizzles through her. The closer they get,
though, the more trouble they’re in. Because Callie’s keeping a dark secret—and
what Teague doesn’t know could get him killed.
About Katee Robert:
New
York Times and
USA TODAY bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her
grandpa’s knee. She found romance novels at age twelve and it changed her life.
When not writing sexy contemporary and speculative fiction romance novels, she
spends her time playing imaginary games with her wee ones, driving her husband
batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie
apocalypse. Connect with Katee at: Website
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EXCERPTS
“Don’t lie to me.”
She shivered under that
unrelenting gaze, and licked her lips, all too aware of how he tracked the
movement. “It won’t happen again.”
“You’re right. Because
I’m going to kill the bastard.” He kept stroking her skin, his touch doing
strange things to parts of her body that weren’t anywhere near her neck. “Tell
me his name.”
She wouldn’t, even if
the man who’d hurt her wasn’t already dead. Even in their messed-up world,
murder was a last resort—something to be avoided at all costs—not something you
did for a woman you barely knew. “No.”
“Your father hasn’t
been keeping what’s his safe.” Another stroke, this one closer to her jawline.
“That’s his mistake—one I won’t be making as well. His name, Callista.”
Oh God, oh
God, oh God. She had to get a
handle on this now. She’d never considered herself one to crack under pressure,
but this man put his hands on her and spoke in that quiet, confident way that
promised violence to anyone who touched her, and she was dangerously close to losing
control. Which kind of control was up for grabs, so she went with the
least likely to reveal her secret.
She kissed him, her
heels giving her enough height that she barely had to go up on her toes. Her
lips brushed his, and for one interminable second she was sure neither of them
took a breath.
Then his arms were
around her, and he took the last step to bring their chests flush together and
her back against the wall. Even knowing she should be panicking at being
pinned, she slipped her arms around his neck and traced the seam of his lips
with her tongue.
That was all it took.
He let go of her throat
to cup the back of her head, and then she was in the middle of the single most
devastating kiss of her life. His tongue stroked hers, claiming her mouth—her
body—as his own. His hands stayed in place even as he continued the assault on
her mouth, his touch headier than the nicotine. She arched against him, tilting
her head to allow him better access, and he growled in approval.
Whatever she’d expected from this kiss, it certainly hadn’t been
desire. Though desire was too tame a word. She’d felt desire before, and
this wasn’t it. This was…need. All-consuming need that devoured everything in
its path, leaving only destruction in its wake.
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