Sweet, but sassy Felicia Hayford needs her inheritance. And the only way she can get it is to get a husband by her twenty-fifth birthday, or kiss it goodbye.She's worked hard all her life, and needs a layoff. When she gets abandoned at the altar on her wedding day, she enlists the help of her billionaire next-door neighbor and best friend Collins Donovan to help her out.Collins have been best friends with Felicia since they were practically in diapers, and when he learns she's abandoned at the altar, he's pissed. She's running out of time, and with no options left, he offers her a solution.A temporary fake marriage.No attachments. Just putting up a believable act so Felicia could get her inheritance.Except living under the same roof together doesn't turn out easy as either of them expected.Fake kisses slowly starts turning real, and late-night talks turn into stolen, forbidden moments.It's a delicious danger, the path they're towing.But all arrangements have an expiry date. On
I blink as Collins sounds almost angry. His gorgeous blue eyes look intense, and he has a heavy frown. With his dark hair and those eyes, Collins is the sexiest man I know. He’s big, easily over six feet, and has a body that looks like he spends all of his time in a gym.When I moved in about two years ago and heard the loud rumble of his motorcycle, I thought he would be an arrogant jerk. Instead, he helps with all the repairs and never complains about my many plants. He loves my cooking. He’s a good friend, but only a friend. No matter how many wet dreams I’ve had about him.I avoid his accusing eyes and look down at my failure of a wedding dress.I hate it! The dress my aunt and cousin picked out for me has a full skirt with layers of ruffles that go from my waist to the floor. The ruffles over-emphasize my full hips, and the cut and style of the dress look horrible on me. The top is not made for a full-figured girl, and you can’t tell I have a waist in this awkwardly designed dres
“Marry me.”Felicia blinks her big dark eyes. She looks stunned.“Marry you?”“Well, you don’t have to sound so shocked by the thought.”“But why would you be willing to do that for me? You don’t need the money. You’re already rich. Your family is worth what now? Billions?”“What does my being rich have to do with anything? Of course, I’m willing to do this for you. We’re friends, Felicia. Good friends. We could get married temporarily so that you can collect your inheritance.”“Collins, the stipulation states I must be married an entire year before I get the money. The stock shares transfer immediately, though.”“We’d have to remain married for an entire year?”“Yes, for me to receive my full inheritance. A lump sum of five million dollars. I also have my monthly trust fund.”I watch Collins stand up and then walk back and forth as he thinks over what I said. He turns toward me.“Alright. For you to get five million, I can commit to one full year. Once you get your inheritance, we co
“Aunt Gloria, Uncle Vincent. This is Collins Donovan–”“Explain yourself, young lady. You just walked away from your only chance at getting married.”“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Collins says casually.At his words, both my aunt and uncle glance his way. I watch my aunt’s lips tighten even further when her gaze rakes over Collins’s biker leathers and boots.“Explain what you mean by that remark,” my aunt states waspishly.Collins takes his time answering as he looks from one to the other; he then wraps his arm possessively around my waist and pulls me close to him.“Felicia and I are getting married. We’d invite you to the wedding, but it will be very small and intimate. Probably just us two.”I see my aunt’s eyes narrow as she looks at Collins with a suspicious look.“And just what are you getting out of this deal? What did Felicia promise you? Money, I suppose?” she questions with a sneer.“She’ll be promising to love, honor, and cherish me. I would go with obey, but that’s too ol
“Do you, Collins Alfred Donovan, take Felicia Allen Hayford as your lawfully wedded wife?” the preacher states in a Georgia drawl.“I do.”I listen to Felicia as she quietly states, “I do,” and then we’re pledging our vows.Soon, the wedding ceremony is over, and the preacher states, “You may kiss the bride.”I take a nervous Felicia into my arms and then lean down to give her a quick kiss to seal the deal.She’s so close I can smell her flowery perfume. It’s the scent she always wears: lily, lilac, or something like that.My lips touch hers, and all thought of my promise not to touch her goes out of my head. I’ve thought about kissing Felicia. Hell, I’ve thought about throwing her down on the ground and just taking her period. I mean all those sexy curves and her lush ass. It would be heaven.Why haven’t I? Because her friendship means more to me than a damn quickie. I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship for lust.Yet, I knew kissing Felicia would be perfect. I just didn’t think
Collins’s truck has a new radiator hose, and we’re almost back in Jacksonville.We only stopped once for breakfast. It was at a little hole-in-the-wall diner on I-95.I now know that my husband— Yes, Collins is my husband. I still can’t believe it. He likes pecan pancakes. I’ll be sure to add that to my list of things that Collins likes to eat.I swear this morning, when I was in that place between sleep and being awake, it felt like Collins had his arm wrapped around me and was fondling my breast. But when I opened my eyes, I knew it was only a dream because he wasn’t even near me in the bed.I had such a hard time falling asleep, knowing Collins was lying just inches away from me. I was in bed with Collins! I wanted to pinch myself to prove I wasn’t dreaming about getting married to him, but I was too scared to move.I think he slept like a baby. At least he was sound asleep when I finally dozed off.When he pulls up outside the duplex, I jump down from the truck before he can come
Collins and I both sit down at the kitchen counter, and we watch as his mother takes cookies right off a cookie sheet and onto a plate. She sets the plate between us.Collins immediately grabs one up and stuffs it in his mouth.“Be careful, they’re still hot,” Bonnie warns him.“Yep, I love ’em when they’re hot,” he states around a mouthful of gooey cookie.Bonnie just shakes her head at her son, goes to the fridge, and gets out some milk and tea.“Milk or tea?”“Iced tea, please.”Collins doesn’t answer, so I guess he knows she was only asking me.His mother pours a large glass of milk for Collins and then pours a glass of tea for me and herself. She takes a few sips and then talks to us while she continues to move cookies from the sheets onto a cooling rack.I glance at Collins with a soft smile because right now, this big, tough guy reminds me of a little boy sitting there drinking a glass of milk and eating cookies that his mother fixed just for him.“So, how was your trip, Collin
Felicia and I arrive at precisely three o’clock at her attorney’s office.His administrative assistant gives us a sympathetic smile and states. “If you’ll have a seat, I’ll let them know you’re here.”Felicia turns to me with a frown, “Them? Mr. Jenkins is my attorney. I’m not expecting anyone else.”The door opens, and Mr. Jenkins walks in. He’s an older man with gray hair but a kind smile. He looks slightly agitated as he approaches us.“Felicia,” he turns to me to shake my hand, “Mr. Donovan, thank you both for coming. We received the digital copy of your marriage certificate this morning. I’ll have my admin take a copy before you leave.”He frowns as he explains, “Unfortunately, we have a few unexpected visitors who wish to learn more about your new husband.”I watch as Felicia’s eyes widen in apprehension. She gives me a quick searching glance. I just give her a brief, confident nod.“If you’ll both follow me, I’ll try to keep this as short as possible, and afterward, we’ll talk.