The Fortune Hunter (Castle Inc, Book 1)
Winner of the Holt Medallion
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“Jasmine Haynes has penned one of the most erotic and sexy romps that I have had the pleasure of reading in a long while.” Night Owl Romance
“Once you open the book, the characters grab you by the throat and won’t let go. This is one book that will keep you reading long past your bedtime.” Romance Junkies
A modern-day marriage of convenience…with a sensual twist.
Wanting to be a mother more than anything in the world, heiress Faith Castle needs to find a husband ASAP. And she might have discovered the perfect candidate in Connor Kingston. In exchange for marriage and the children she wants so badly, the thing Connor wants is to run her father’s company.
And thus the negotiations begin. When Faith asks for his fidelity, the bargaining heats up to include the kind of no-holds barred sex life Connor desires and Faith is afraid she can’t live up to. That’s when Connor makes it his mission to help Faith let go of all her inhibitions and learn to appreciate her own special beauty.
But in the midst of all the bargaining, can love ever become part of the deal?
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He actually wanted to marry her?
Faith laughed, a real laugh, not one of horror or disbelief. His compliments warmed her, made her sit straighter in her chair. God. Was he starting to win her over? “I’ve never met anyone like you. You just say what you’re thinking, don’t you, without worrying how the other person is going to judge you?”
He leaned back in his chair and spread his hands. “What you see is what you get.”
The girls at the next table in the café turned saucer-eyed like one of her little kindergartners. He continued to ignore them. Rather, he didn’t even appear to notice them.
What you see is what you get. What Faith saw was extremely appealing. Broad chest with nicely defined muscles tapering down to a hard abdomen showcased by a formfitting polo shirt. She just didn’t know that what she saw was the same as what she’d get. With a jolt, she realized she was actually considering his outrageous proposal. “So, I get children and a husband who promises not to wander as long as I have sex with him as often as...” She tilted her head. “How often?”
“At least once a day if I’m stressed. It’s a good tension reliever.” He didn’t even crack a smile. “How about you?”
Gee, once a year would be nice. She had low expectations. “I’ve never really thought about it. But we’re talking about the bargain here. Lots of children, no infidelity, as long as there’s sex once a day.” She started to tingle. “And all you want is to run my father’s company.”
He didn’t address the last comment but went back to the sex issue. “Not just wham-bam sex. Real sex.”
She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation. She glanced around to see if anyone was listening, but except for the table of young women too far away to eavesdrop, they weren’t the center of attention. Far from it, they were just another couple in a crowded coffee shop talking about sex. “Define real sex, please.”
His breath whispered across her hair. “Mind-blowing sex. Last night doesn’t count since neither of us had an orgasm, but it was a damn good hint of things to come.”
She had to swallow and not let her erotic thoughts rule her emotions. “What if you get tired of the same woman every day?”
“We won’t get tired if we’re willing to try anything. To experiment. To let our inhibitions go and no limits.”
His use of “we” was so terribly seductive. She tried to appear unmoved. “Anything? I’m not into bondage or stuff that hurts.” She tipped her head one way, then the other. The discussion had become almost a game. Except for the core of heat burgeoning inside her. “Or wife swapping. Or group sex.”
“Just the two of us.” He stroked her middle finger where her hand lay on the table. “No pain. Only ecstasy.”
Her face flushed. “You’re too agreeable. I must be missing something here.”
He nodded gravely, as if her concerns meant something to him. “Think about it overnight and put any other conditions on it that you want.” He was so close, he could have been talking dirty in her ear.
She’d almost lost the ability to think. “I have to give you my answer tomorrow?”
“You can give it to me whenever you’re ready.” The way he said the word, it could mean anything, marriage, an answer.
Or hot, sweaty sex and unbridled passion.
