The Fortune Hunter (Castle Inc, Book 1)
A marriage of convenience has never been this tempting…
Heiress Faith Castle never thought she’d barter for a husband—but time is running out, and she craves the family she’s always dreamed of. Enter Connor Kingston: devastatingly handsome, ruthlessly ambitious, and the perfect candidate. His price? Control of her family’s empire.
The bargain seems simple…until passion complicates everything.
Connor agrees to her terms—but only if Faith agrees to his. His fidelity in exchange for her surrender. He wants her unchained, uninhibited, and willing to unleash all her hidden desires. And in his arms, Faith discovers a darkly sensual world where every kiss scorches and every touch leaves her craving more. And not just for Connor’s body, but for his heart.
What began as a deal soon becomes a deliciously dangerous game of desire. But can it ignite a love powerful enough to last forever?
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Excerpt
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.
