Contemporary Adult Romance*
Champagne Books
ISBN : 9781926681900
Length : 71,000 words - 173 pages
Available : November 2010
In Ebook (and three to four months later in print)
*Sexually Explicit Scenes and Language

SHE MARRIED THE ONE MAN SHE WAS TRYING TO AVOID

Thinking to assure a business merger with the wealthy, successful Cameron Banks, Olivia Donovan’s mother drags her to Las Vegas for a business convention, demanding she meet Banks and seduce him into wanting to marry her. But Olivia’s finished being Little Miss Yes-mother-whatever-you-say-mother. So, she sneaks away, intending to rebel and marry the very antithesis of Cameron Banks.

Who she finds is a drunk hottie that takes her to new heights of pleasure and shows her a side of herself she never knew existed before.

But after her amazing night in her new husband’s arms, she awakens the next morning only to discover she married and slept with the very Cameron Banks she’d been trying to avoid.

Is Cam the devil she feared, or will he end up being her one true hero?

Cameron sucked in a breath, but when his head continued to throb, he sighed and pushed the sheet off his lap. His attention swerved to Olivia Donovan—at least, that's who the slip of paper in his hand claimed her to be. Olivia Bette Donovan-Banks, his new wife.

He ran a shaky hand through his hair and let out another long breath. "So, uh, crazy night, huh?"

Hey, it sounded like a good icebreaker to him. Not that she responded.

She'd eased up on the tears, but remained huddled under the sheets with her face buried in her palms. A glitter of light caught the huge chunk of diamond clinging to a platinum band wrapped around the ring finger of her left hand. He wondered idly if he'd gotten the ring for her last night in his drunken state or if she'd been engaged to someone else before seeking him out.

And she HAD sought him. He knew that much for sure. He remembered her approaching him, remembered how she'd looked so desperate when she'd told him she'd needed a husband. He'd been only half wasted at that point. But from then on, everything turned blurry. He also remembered the sex. Vaguely. He recalled thinking he'd never wanted it so bad before. He remembered how good she'd felt when he first slid inside her. He remembered pounding into her and making her come, more than once.

But other than that…

"Look," he said, trying to sound gentle since she was obviously spooked. "I'm still having trouble remembering much. But if you want to help me clear up a few details, like WHY and HOW this happened, I'd be real willing to hear what you have to say so we can fix it as expediently as possible. And I'm not going to hurt you, so you don't have to flinch away from me every time I speak."

She didn't answer.

"Are you okay?" he tried. "Olivia?"

She didn't even glance his way as she wiped at her eyes.

"Humph," he muttered to himself. "Not even married twenty-four hours and the wife's already giving me the silent treatment."

And still, he got nothing.

Cameron rolled his eyes. "Alrighty then," he said, deciding it was time to put some clothes on.

He pushed himself to his feet, and finally she responded with an outraged gasp. Wondering what her problem was now, he glanced over. She'd turned her attention to him. Her blue eyes had gone wide, her hand covered her mouth while she gaped at his crotch. He looked down to discover his raging erection was immodestly swaying her way. It almost surprised him he could get it up. After the workout she'd given the little guy last night, Cameron figured junior wouldn't want to come out of hibernation again for a while.

But nope, there he was, straining at the site of the blond goddess as if seeking an introduction. Wife, this is my hard-on. Hard-on, meet the wife. Hmm, however could the two shake and properly get to know each other?