Robyn Grady - The Billionaire's Fake Engagement / Man From Stallion Country

She ran her fingertips over his back. “I can’t think now.”

“I don’t want you to think. I want you to feel…My ring, Natalie.”

Whether it was his bone-melting heat sliding against her or the dark-chocolate voice at her ear, in that moment he convinced her. This was their house, their new beginning. She did feel and she felt wonderful. So utterly right she was dizzy with the magic of it.

“Yes,” she murmured.

“OK,” he said slowly. “Here goes.” He cleared his throat. “Having you here is driving me crazy. I keep thinking about you no matter how hard I try to get you out of my mind. I don’t want to be attracted to you. I’m going to marry Cindy.”

Janeen stared at him in disbelief. He couldn’t be serious! She tried to think of something to say.

He muttered something under his breath and moved towards her. He pulled her to him and kissed her like a man would drink if he was dying of thirst and had just found a gushing fountain. When he finally loosened his hold and stepped back from her, she was almost too weak to stand.

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by Maureen Child

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Montana Mistress

by Sara Orwig

The Billionaire’s Fake Engagement

by Robyn Grady

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by Annette Broadrick

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by Olivia Gates

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Dear Reader,

To err is human, to forgive divine is a noble adage to live by. But have you ever been so badly burned that you were unable to forgive the person responsible? Sometimes forgiving ourselves over enduring regrets can prove even more difficult than forgiving others.

On the surface, Natalie Wilder, my heroine from The Billionaire’s Fake Engagement , has it all together. She’s successful, poised, well-liked and respected. However, beneath the mask Natalie is tormented. Six years ago, she suffered a woman’s worst nightmare…the loss of a child…and she blames no one but herself.

Enter Alexander Ramirez: intelligent, masterful and committed to the idea of family. He’s a man ready to take the next step…with the right woman. Could his mysterious and beautiful Natalie be the one? After a sizzling start, however, their relationship runs into a massive roadblock and the blows just keep coming! But the mounting challenges only see Alexander more determined to make Natalie his bride. until a final secret is divulged – a complication that Alex might be able to forgive but can never forget.

Hope you enjoy Alex and Natalie’s story!

Best wishes,

Robyn

Robyn Gradyleft a fifteen-year career in television production knowing that the time was right to pursue her dream of writing romance. She adores cats, clever movies and spending time with her wonderful husband and their three precious daughters. living on Australia’s glorious Sunshine Coast, her perfect day includes a beach, a book and no laundry when she gets home. Robyn loves to hear from readers. You can contact her at www.robyngrady. com.

To our Nan, coz, baby, you’re the best!

With huge thanks to my editor, Diana Ventimiglia, for her faith and stellar enthusiasm and my agent, Jennifer Schober, for her brilliant advice and support.

“I believe this is our dance.”

Achingly aware of the masculine heat at her back, Natalie Wilder bit down on her lip—an attempt to quell her full body quiver. Above the soft strains of music she’d heard his sable-smooth voice, but should she pretend that she hadn’t?

Rather than a request, his words had been more a decree, and she wasn’t the kind to be pushed. At least she wasn’t that kind anymore.

Still, tonight she was intrigued.

On the romantically lit dance floor, she edged away from her current partner’s hold—a nice man she’d met five minutes earlier—and turned to gaze into a pair of eyes. Penetrating, entrancing, smiling dark eyes.

Her heart began to race.

Everyone here knew this man. He was of Spanish descent, charming, mysterious—some might even say dangerous. For the last few minutes, she’d secretly watched him watching her from a shadowed corner of the ballroom. His name was an exotic elixir she craved to taste on her tongue.

Natalie gifted him a smile. “Alexander Ramirez, isn’t it?”

Onyx eyes flashed before his beautifully sculpted mouth curved…a mouth that knew how to kiss. How to love.

He lifted her hand to that warm mouth now and murmured, “At your service.”

When she’d arrived tonight, she’d taken in a view of the majestic Opera House shells presiding over Sydney’s famous harbour. The bridge was a glittering arc to the left of a low-slung full moon, which radiated lazy ribbons of gold over the shifting twilight waters. That extraordinary sight paled in comparison to this man’s casual yet compelling gaze.

Be wary, it seemed to say. Approach at your own risk.

Ramirez was anything but nice .

Acceding to his competition, Natalie’s ousted partner thanked her for the dance and Mr. Ramirez gathered her in strong tuxedo-clad arms. Beneath a shower of slow-spinning lights, she took note of his rock-solid heat and masculine scent, so clean and in-toxicating the sexual awareness it created was close to drugging.

While his thumb grazed a slow circle between her shoulder blades, Natalie deigned to ask, “Isn’t cutting in a little presumptuous?”

He spoke to her lips. “No.”

She raised her brows. “Such a simple answer.”

“’Twas a simple question.”

She tingled at his accent, its sensual slide as subtle as a brush with warm black satin. Reckless, no doubt, but she wanted to feel it again.

“I have another question.”

“Be my guest.”

“Are you in the habit of undressing women with your eyes from across crowded rooms?”

When his handsome face tipped closer, glossy black hair fell over one side of his brow. “Not until tonight.”

She grinned. Smooth didn’t come close.

“You didn’t stop to think that your examination might’ve made me uncomfortable.”

“Only in a welcomed way.”