Carter Billings:
Sandy blond hair and Hollywood good looks, Carter Billings
could have any woman he wants. However, when he makes his bid for the
Governor's seat in the state of California, he needs to settle down and become
a family man. Eliza, the woman he secretly adores, embodies the perfect amount
of spice and passion to suit his marital needs, but she’s not interested in
becoming Mrs. Billings. She can't even stand to be in the same room with him.
Eliza Havens:
It’s much easier to drive Carter away than to give into
desire. Matching couples is how she earns a living, but getting married isn’t
an option. The secrets she carries are too dangerous to entangle anyone else.
When her hidden identity and past threaten her future, she’s left with little
choice. Carter is quick to offer solutions to both their problems, but saying
yes could mean endangering the man she’s growing to love.
Author of New York Times Bestseller, Wife by Wednesday
presents, Book Two in the Weekday Bride Series
New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal
Bestselling Author Catherine Bybee has been addicted to romance since her
teens. After spending a decade of her life working as an RN in urban emergency
rooms, Catherine is now dedicated to writing happily-ever-afters for the world
to love. Catherine is married and raising two sons in Southern California.
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Excerpt:
He folded his arms over his chest. “I suppose you could say
I’m following Blake’s lead. Marriage solves a few fundamental problems in my
career path.”
She stared at him full on now, not trying to look away.
“Your problems. Not mine.”
“Problems you helped play a role in.” He saw the spark in
her eye before she managed her first syllable of defense.
She sat the tea down and placed a hand on the counter.
“That’s low, Carter.”
“And true or you’d be the first to tell me I’m wrong. If I
had a choice, I’d be married by Monday to help dispel all the media crap
created by yours and Gwen’s night on the Texas town. I thought I could come to
you and obtain a little bit of cooperation.”
“A little bit of cooperation. Marriage is a tad more than a
little bit of anything.” Her voice rose and her knuckles started to grip the
counter.
“Yet you earn your living arranging marriages or
partnerships on trite reasons less important than mine.” How dare she follow a
moral high ground. Maybe she’d forgotten how well versed he was on her and
Samantha’s business.
“You forget that our clients have to approve of the
relationships we arrange. They have to like the person—”
He laughed, interrupting her. “Do you really want to pretend
we aren’t friends to prove your point?”
Her cheeks grew rosy which he had to admit was a much better
than the pasty color she’d been sporting when he walked into the house. He felt
the fire burning inside her as she shot daggers with her eyes.
“You’re my best friend’s husband’s friend. If you’re looking
for a wife you might peek into your little black book, or whatever it is you
use, and draw another name.”
Carter let his arms drop and took two steps closer. The
angrier she became, the more his blood churned. His body responded to her
outrage, but not in anger. “I don’t want to draw another name.”
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