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Martial artist Stella knows she should steer clear of Stan, the man who had shattered her heart and could still destroy her. Four years have passed since their hostile business deal, and now, the American financier is proposing holy matrimony…but she’s the reluctant bride wondering, what’s he up to?
Clever girl, and so she should. I have the opening beneath to let our readers get a glimpse of the tale. Recluse Millionaire, Reluctant Bride
Is his reluctant bride a business risk or a personal necessity?
"Come in, Miss Ryan,” Stan invited, studying her. “We'll talk over lunch.”
The Budweiser Lite curls brushing her face but not hiding the smudges on her cheeks were inherited from her Nordic father. Her almond shaped eyes from her Japanese mother. He knew. He’d Googled her profile. At his blatant scrutiny, her violet-blue pupils glittered with anger.
She was east and west…light and dark…fire and ice.
The contrast was striking. Rare.
An exotic beauty—a dangerous beauty.
She made him feel again. Something he didn’t want.
A slight tilt of her chin, and she set her mouth in a straight line.
He caught the hint of a quiver on her bottom lip, and his conscience pummeled the vicinity of his heart. His gut turned to lead, his jaw steel. She had left him no alternative; he had to bring her here.
“What if I don’t?” she challenged, taking several steps backward.
“We’ll park beneath that pine and rap.” Stan stood his ground.
Slender, she moved with the agility and light step of her profession—just as
he remembered from their one meeting long ago. At that time, he’d locked her into a contract with a severe penalty clause, for business. Now, he had to do the same, this time for personal gain.
At twenty-seven, she gave the impression of a delicate blonde. He curved his mouth but didn’t quite make it to a grin. He knew better. The lady had a quiet strength and a determination that couldn't be beat. Wasn’t that what had turned his hand to approve her loan? It had been foolish, of course. But her courage had stirred something inside him—hadn’t he fought the same financial battle twenty years ago when he was first stepping out--
Savagely, he hurled the reminder from his mind and trekked to the house. That was then, this was now. He couldn’t afford going soft on her.
Not with what was at stake. He had to crack through her defenses and he'd use any means at his disposal.
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