River Laurent Books

Charlotte. I thought I'd lost my bag for good. Until, the cutest guy I ever laid eyes on hung out of the moving train's window holding my bag. He wanted to chuck it to me, but my precious laptop was in it. So we agreed to meet at the next station. To thank my six foot plus Adonis I offered to buy him a drink. It was only right. He saved my bag, and he had twinkling cobalt blue eyes that made my toes curl. He was funny and charming and gorgeous at the bar. And the chemistry... off the charts, but I had career dreams that didn't include handsome bag rescuers. A few more drinks later I was rethinking my plans. Alex Turner looked like he would be great in bed, and I had a box of condoms back at my place. Surely one night was allowed...

Ashley. He's everything I HATE in a man! He's arrogant, he's shallow, he's rude... why, he's a living, breathing, walking male chauvinist jerk. That annoying misogynist actually turns up at my office and brazenly proceeds to insult my dress sense, and tell me he finds me unattractive, then proceeds to ask me to marry him! I smile sweetly and tell him to go to hell.But then I have a change of heart. Is it because he has piercing blue eyes, jet-black silky hair that a woman can grab onto when things get hot, and is basically a hunk that must be washed down twice a day with a woman's tongue. No, no, none of that. I'm immune to such obvious charms. I don't like men who think they can order me around just because they're rich, and successful, and gorgeous. But I do need a little money, actually a whole lot of it so...Sensibly, we agree to a marriage in name only, and only for as long as it takes for him to get what he wants. After all, we both hate each other's guts.Until the incident in his study happens. Unexpected, that was. We both acknowledge it was a mistake and promise not to do it again. Until it happens again. And again.Oh dear, how was I to know chauvinist jerks can grow on you. So fast it makes your head spin.