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A bride-shy billionaire. A damsel-in-distress. Can a temporary marriage–of-protection work, or will it complicate matters of the heart?

Since he was left standing at the altar, Adam Andreas has been a bit bride-shy. This handsome, sexy CEO is quite content with his temporary relationships, until the day he literally bumps into Tashi Holland. One look into Tashi’s frightened, emerald eyes and Adam finds himself falling into his old habit of rescuing damsels-in-distress—something he’s sworn never to do again, since the moment he begins to rescue a damsel-in-distress is the moment he begins falling for her.

Tashi Holland is running from a man whose identity she doesn’t know, and looking for one who’s just as mysterious. Following the instructions of the FBI agent who rescued her from a New York City human-trafficking kingpin, Tashi arrives in Granite Falls, New Hampshire—the safe haven the agent has sent her to. But without the identity of the man who’s to protect her, Tashi feels lost, scared, and vulnerable. She has no idea whom to trust, so when she bumps into a man in a café, and finds herself locked in his arms, she panics and runs.

A near-death experience brings them together again, and slowly, but surely, Tashi begins to trust Adam, and eventually tells him about New York City and the FBI agent who died rescuing her. Will Tashi’s fear that Adam might suffer the same fate as the FBI agent keep her from accepting his offer of protection by becoming his temporary bride?

The Tycoon's Temporary Bride (Billionaire Brides of Granite Falls #4)

THE TYCOON'S TEMPORARY BRIDE EXCERPT

Tashi wished that her educators had been a little more open-minded and forthright about a young girl’s developing body, about the hormones running wild inside her, instead of teaching her that her awakening arousal was bad, even evil to a point. Teach her instead, that her desires were normal, and that one day she would meet a man—that one special man—with whom she would want to explore those feelings and find fulfillment of the most delicate form.

That special man for Tashi was Adam, the man who’d save her life, and in whose presence Little Eve felt safe and treasured enough to emerge from the shadows where her uncle had shoved her, eighteen years ago.

Little Eve loved the sight of the man before her—his elegantly chiseled cheekbones and straight nose, his rosy lips forever curled on the edge of laughter, and his sharp chin that spoke of distinction and dominance. Little Eve loved the wispy mat of hair on his chest and stomach that extended into a thicker thatch at his groin, then thinned out again on his thighs and legs.

The last button undone, Tashi slid the shirt off her shoulders, down her arms, and let it slither to the grass behind her. She inhaled sharply as the cool summer breeze—charged with the electricity from the force of the waterfalls—caressed the skin of her arms, her chest, and quivering stomach. It whispered of the wanton thrills awaiting her.

You’ll burn, Tashi. You’ll burn…

Tashi tossed her head in defiance and sighed deeply as her long curls brushed against her shoulders and across the curve of her back—tickling her. Extending her arms out at her sides and throwing her head back, she closed her eyes and rotated her neck from side to side, ever so slowly, and welcomed the nascent sensations nurturing her arousal.

Never had she imagined that something as simple as her own hair brushing against her skin could send jitters up and down her spine. Perhaps she’d been aware all along but because she’d been programmed not to respond to anything slightly sexual, she’d ignored the elusive stimulation. If her own hair could induce such titillation, she could just imagine the fire Adam’s silky mane trailing up and down her naked body could evoke in her.

She hoped to burn until the thirst and the hunger inside her were assuaged, until there was nothing but ashes left of her. Her head began to sway as if to its own music—a secret melody her soul had composed eons ago. Picking up the tempo, her body began to rock from side to side, undulating on a weightless wave.

“Tashi.”

The whisper of her name brought Tashi floating back to shore. Her lids fluttered open to find Adam staring at her. His eyes were ablaze with a sensuous flame, his sexy mouth pulsing with the promise of the passion that could be hers if she dared to reach out and ask for it.

She wanted it. Her gaze slid across his aristocratic face, brimming with gentleness, kindness, and strength. It was a face she hadn’t known she’d been searching for her entire life. It said nothing, yet everything she’d ever want to hear. For the first time since they’d met, Tashi didn’t feel shy about openly admiring Adam, gazing unabashed into his eyes, feeling the magic pulling her down into the enchanting chasm of the blue oasis of his soul. In the past week, she’d stolen glances at him while they ate their meals together, but each time he’d met her gaze, she’d averted hers, but not before she’d caught his smile that seemed to say, Don’t look away. I enjoy your furtive glances.

Today, Tashi felt different, reborn, like everything she’d known about herself up to this point in her life had been false. She felt as if she was meeting the real Tashi Evelyn Holland for the first time. She liked her—this serenely wild, slightly adventurous young girl who was eager to enter the new and unfamiliar cosmos unfolding before her eyes.

Little Eve had found her Adam, her light, her guide, the man who could teach her how to dance and play, laugh and revel in this numinous place where no one or nothing could hurt her.

Anxious to shed the remnants of her clothes as quickly as she felt the restrictive teaching of her past dissolving around her, Tashi reached behind her and unsnapped the clasp of her bra.  Keeping her eyes locked with Adam’s, she slid the straps off her shoulders and let the lacy garment fall noiselessly to the ground on top of her shirt. Her nipples hardened and tingled when Adam’s gaze and the cool breeze seemed to simultaneously brush them in an invisible kiss.

“Your home is beautiful, Tashi. More lovely than any I’ve ever seen,” he said, his voice husky with emotion.

Tashi thought it strange that he hadn’t said she was beautiful, but then she remembered that he was a yogi. He would regard the human body as a house for the human spirit—the true you. He hadn’t really met her yet. She hadn’t met her.

“Your home is beautiful too, Adam.” There, she’d said them, spoken the words that had been echoing inside her since she first collided with him in the café. He’d been naked in her presence before, when he’d first brought her to his home. Although she’d been faintly aware of his strength and virility, she’d been in no condition to evaluate and appreciate him. She was well now, and definitely appreciating him.

Tashi felt a rush of wickedness as her gaze slid from his face to his neck where his pulse seemed to beat in time with hers. She admired the way his broad and muscular chest and shoulders tapered off into a flat, corded stomach, narrow waist, and slim hips. She’d often admired his physique under his clothes, but she was salivating now as her eyes drew lower to where his engorged penis protruded like a pillar of bronze muscle from the thatch of dark hair at his groin. It was far more intimidating, yet captivating up close. She wondered about the texture of the thin skin that ran the length and girth of him—from the root to the glittering tip with a wide opening that looked like a small mouth.

Tashi licked her lips as muscles pulsed deep inside her body.

“Go on, Tashi. Take it all off,” Adam coaxed, reminding her of his promise not to touch her until she was completely naked.

Incited by his words and impatience, Tashi toed off her sneakers and heeled them behind her. She then unsnapped the clasp of her jeans and pulled the zipper down. When her fingers slid beneath the waist of her jeans and her panties, Adam groaned. Capturing his gaze again, she began to push them off her hips, slowly and provocatively, wiggling her hips and buttocks to fight the restriction. Down, down, she eased, until she felt the breeze ripple through the auburn carpet covering her Venus mound.

Adam groaned again. The sound knocked her off balance and, finding herself pitching forward, she put her hand out to break her fall. Of all the places her hand could have landed on Adam’s anatomy, it chose to land on the area of his groin. A shot of adrenaline, mixed with fear and excitement coursed through Tashi’s system, as the naked hardness of his body send lust rushing through her.


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