Melissa Greyson asked Trevor Bentley to be her
husband for a year. Can she avoid giving him her heart or will this marriage of
convenience lead to more? Contemporary Romance fans will love this sexy new release
from New York Times Bestselling Author Noelle Adams!
Part-Time
Husband by Noelle Adams
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May
29, 2018
Publisher: Noelle
Adams
Series:
Trophy Husbands
Format:
Digital eBook / Print
Digital
ISBN: B07B9WH8KT
Print ISBN: 9781386724124
On a Wednesday afternoon, I ask Trevor Bentley
to marry me. He might be the most arrogant, obnoxious man I know, but I need
him to be my husband for a year.
There are reasons.
He's not going to be a real husband.
Just part-time. Yes, I have to live with him. And, okay, I also have to share
his bed. And, sure, he's the sexiest and most exciting thing to ever happen to
my controlled, organized life.
But still... It's only a part-time
marriage. I'm not going to give him my heart. I know what I'm doing, and I'm
too smart to fall for my husband.
I hope.
Excerpt:
Copyright©
2018 Part-Time Husband
Noelle
Adams
The flash of
annoyance I feel at his smug expression is enough to get me going again. I say
in my most poised voice, “I have a proposition for you.”
No sense in
wasting time in small talk. That’s not my way or Trevor’s.
He leans back in
his chair, his eyes lingering on my face. Instead of looking like he’s
descending from a pedestal, now he looks more like he’s solving a riddle. “A
proposition?”
“Yes. A good
one.”
“I realize Pop’s
needs help with advertising, if those tacky commercials you’ve been running are
any indication, but you have to know I’m no longer interested in working for
you.”
My fingers
tighten around the portfolio I’ve just picked up again, but I manage not to
display my resentment on my face.
Tacky commercials.
He just said it
outright to my face.
Yes, I happen to
agree with his assessment, but still… Who does that?
“I’m not
offering you a job with Pop’s,” I say, my voice almost prim in its coolness. “I
actually have a favor to ask you, and so I’ve got something to offer you in
return. Something you’ll want.”
His lips part
just slightly, and I notice because my eyes keep slipping down to his lips.
So kill me. He’s
got the sexiest mouth I’ve ever seen.
“What do I
want?” he asks after a moment’s pause.
This part is
easy. I slide a contract out of my portfolio and hand the stack of papers to
him. He reaches to take it and then scans the top sheet with a bullet-point
summary of the contract.
Basically, it’s
an agreement for his company to develop a regional advertising campaign for
Pop’s for a very large amount of money. I had to pull from other budget lines
to find the financing for it, but I know any campaign Trevor puts together will
at least double the money expended. He’s that good.
Both his
eyebrows go up as he reads.
Very slowly his
eyes (like dark chocolate) rise again to my face. “You must need a very big
favor.”
“I do.”
While I don’t
know the ins and outs of Trevor’s contracts with other companies, I have a
general sense of the level he’s working at. He’s good enough that he could have
made a success of it in New York or LA, but for some reason five years ago he
moved back to Charleston, where he was raised. Most of the jobs his agency
handles are local or statewide. The one I’m offering him has to be bigger than
anything else he’s done yet.
He looks back
down at the top sheet. “This is for real?”
“Yes, it’s for
real.”
“Pop will never
go for this. He despises me.” It’s not at all surprising that Trevor knows
Pop’s opinion of him. Everyone knows.
“Yes, he does.
But advertising got moved last year, and now it’s under me. I make the
decisions. This is real. I’m willing to sign that contract right now.”
“But it’s not
just because I’m so good.”
“No. It’s not
because you’re so good. We need some better advertising, but we’re not
desperate. I’m going to have to put up with a lot a grief from my in-house
folks and from Pop to make this deal with you, so I need something in return.”
“A favor?”
“Yes. A favor.”
I’ve been
killing it so far—sounding cool and professional and exactly on his level. I’ve
even managed to keep my expression perfect and not blush the way I sometimes do
when I’m emotionally discomposed.
But now the
moment has arrived, and the truth is I’m nervous.
More than
nervous. Scared as hell.
I’m about to ask
this arrogant man to marry me.
Trevor waits a
beat. “Are you planning to tell me what the favor is?”
It’s time. I
have to just say it. “I need you to marry me for a year.”
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About Noelle
Adams
Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a
spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing
since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in
Virginia, where she reads any book she can get her hands on and offers tribute
to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.
She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After
spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to
reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances.
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