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Marrying for King's Millions / The Spanish Aristocrat's Woman: Marrying for King's Millions
Maureen Child
Katherine Garbera
Marrying for King’s Millions Maureen Child Millionaire Travis King handpicked a temporary and on-his-terms bride – home-town girl Julie O’Hara. The woman was an old friend and shouldn’t give him any trouble. And, as per their contract, she’d do exactly what he wanted…The Spanish Aristocrat’s Woman Katherine GarberaWhen Count Guillermo de la Cruz announced his engagement to plain-Jane heiress Kara deMontaine just minutes after meeting her, the jet-set gaped in shock. But no one was more stunned than Kara. Could she tame this royal playboy?
Marrying for King’s Millions by Maureen Child
“Maybe you’ve been playing me all along, Julie.”
She blew out a breath, frustrated. If he was going to continue to believe that, then this year was going to be misery. “I told you, Travis, I wouldn’t do that.”
“I’d like to believe you,” he was saying, reaching out with a finger to play with one of the straps on her dress. “But I’m thinking I need some convincing.”
“I don’t know what more I can say.”
“No more talking.”
“Then what…”
He slid one of her dress straps down her shoulder and smoothed his thumb over her skin. Her gaze locked with his, Julie’s breath caught and her blood began to pump, thick and hot and urgent.
“I paid a hundred thousand dollars to marry you today,” Travis said, dipping his head to kiss her bare shoulder.
Julie sucked in a gulp of air.
“Now,” he said, straightening up as his finger slid along the line of her bodice, dipping down to caress the valley between her breasts. “How about you show me what I paid for?”
The Spanish Aristocrat’s Woman by Katherine Garbera
“Rumour has it you’re engaged,” Gui’s friend Tristan said.
“Yes,” Gui said. He would have to convince Kara that the engagement was real for now. No way would he expose her to society’s snide comments, by admitting that a moment of weakness had made him claim her as his own.
“Kara’s a good choice for you.”
“She is?” He knew nothing about the woman except that she had the softest lips he’d ever tasted. When he kissed her, he forgot that all other women existed.
Not a bad start for an affair, but marriage… Damn. Was he really considering marrying her?
As his friend’s words echoed in his mind, he realised that, yes, he was.
Marrying for King’s Millions
MAUREEN CHILD
The Spanish Aristocrat’s Woman
KATHERINE GARBERA
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
MARRYING FOR KING’S MILLIONS
by
Maureen Child
MAUREEN CHILD
is a California native who loves to travel. Every chance they get, she and her husband are taking off on another research trip. An author of more than sixty books, Maureen loves a happy ending and still swears that she has the best job in the world. She lives in Southern California with her husband, two children and a golden retriever with delusions of grandeur.
You can contact Maureen via her website: www.maureenchild.com.
Dear Reader,
I’ve always loved a marriage-of-convenience story. So when I came up with the idea for the KINGS OF CALIFORNIA series, I decided I would give each of the King brothers a marriage of convenience!
You’ve already met Adam and Gina. In Marryingfor King’s Millions, it’s middle King brother Travis’s turn.
Travis needs a wife to help his business. Julie O’Hara needs a hand getting her own future started. When they agree to marry for a year, neither of them has any idea just how quickly things will get out of hand!
I love stories where old friends see each other in a new light. I enjoy the challenge of taking two characters who’ve known each other for years and showing them that there are still surprises to be revealed.
I do hope you’re all having as much fun with the King family as I am! You can keep up with my new coming releases by visiting my website at www.maureenchild.com.
Happy reading!
Maureen
To the best plot group in the known universe
– Susan Mallery, Christine Rimmer, Teresa
Southwick and Kate Carlisle. Thank you all for
sharing your friendship, your quick wit, your
brilliant ideas and your never-ending
well of patience.
One
“No way. Sorry, Travis, I just can’t marry you.” Julie O’Hara leaned against the closed door and kept her voice pitched loud enough so that it would carry to the man on the other side.
Clearly, he heard her.
“Oh, yes you can,” he said, and even through the door, his voice was all steely determination. “Now cut the dramatics and open the damn door.”
Julie’s head dropped back against the door and she rolled her eyes to look at the high, beamed ceiling. Sunlight slanted in through the windows across the room and the golden wash from the sun created shadows on the walls that looked eerily like the bars on a cell.
Coincidence?
She didn’t think so.
This was a huge mistake. She knew it down to her bones. The bad feeling that had been taking root inside her for the last month had suddenly blossomed into big, black flowers. Ooh, there was an image.
“Travis, think about this for a minute.”
“Not really the time for any more thinking, Julie,” he said. “The guests are here, the minister’s waiting and we are getting married.”
Her stomach did a slow pitch and roll and she clenched her teeth together and took a few deep breaths through her nose. Didn’t really help. How in the heck had she gotten herself into this? Julie’s eyes flew open when Travis King’s knuckles rapped on the door again and she looked around the room with a frantic gaze, futilely searching for an escape route.
But there wasn’t one and she knew it. She was trapped in this plush guest room in Travis’s castle like house on the King Vineyard. Just like the rest of the house, it was gorgeous, elegant and so far away from her ordinary world she felt like a servant girl who’d sneaked into the mistress’s room to try on her clothes. Bad, bad feeling. And it was all her own fault.
She’d walked into this stupid situation with her eyes wide open. “Idiot.”
“Open the door, Julie….”
“It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding,” she said.
“Uh-huh. Don’t think that matters so much in our case, so open up.”
Our case.
Of course their case was special. Because this wasn’t your ordinary, everyday wedding.
It had all seemed so simple a month ago, she thought and instantly remembered just how she’d gotten to this place in her life.
“I need a wife,” Travis had said. “You need a future. It’s perfect.”
Julie had looked at him, sitting across from her in a red vinyl booth at Terri’s Diner in the heart of downtown Birkfield, California. In a small town, the diner was the one place where everyone eventually showed up. Julie had practically grown up sliding across the red vinyl seats.
Her first date had brought her here. She’d nursed her first broken heart over four double-chocolate shakes. And now she was getting a marriage proposal here.
Shouldn’t there be a plaque?
“It’s not perfect,” she argued, thinking that at least one of them had to be logical here. Travis had always been more impulsive than she—well, except for that one time when she’d married a man she thought loved her, only to find out too late that he hadn’t. See where impulsiveness had gotten her?
Firmly, she said, “There’s an easier solution, Travis. Just go find another distributor for your wines.”
He shook his head, dark brown hair flopping across his forehead in a way that made her want to reach across the table and smooth it back for him. She resisted.
“Can’t. Thomas Henry is the best and you know I never settle for less than the best.”
True, he never had. Travis had grown up as a member of one of the wealthiest, most powerful families in the state. He’d long ago grown accustomed to being on top. Being number one. And there was nothing Travis cared for more than King Vineyards. Ever since taking it over from his late father, he’d put in the time and effort required to make King wines known all over California.
Now he’d set his sights on not only distribution countrywide, but also eventually international exports, as well. Apparently, Thomas Henry was key to Travis’s plan for world domination.
“Okay, but you don’t have to marry me to get him.”
“No.” He sat back in the booth seat with a disgusted scowl on his face. “I don’t. I could marry one of Henry’s hideous daughters instead. I told you, Julie. The guy’s kind of eccentric. He’s a self-made millionaire and now his big goal in life is to get his girls married. I’m single. Rich. Therefore, I’m prime husband material.”
She smiled. “He can’t force you to marry one of his daughters. This isn’t the Middle Ages.”
“I wouldn’t put it past him to try.” Travis smiled wryly. “But if I turn down his ‘darlings,’ he can—and will—refuse to handle my wines. I can’t risk that. King Vineyards is poised for the next big step. Getting the distribution deal with Henry would put me on the right path. All I need to make it all happen is a temporary
wife. If I’m already married, he won’t be tossing his daughters at my feet, will he?”
“Why me?”
He grinned…and Travis smiling was pretty spectacular. She’d had a crush on him when she was a kid. But then, Travis was gorgeous, charming and his smile had been known to melt a woman’s resistance at fifty feet. Good thing Julie was immune. All it had taken was marrying a jerk and being dumped. Just because she could admire Travis’s smile didn’t mean she was going to turn into a puddle of mush at his feet.
“A couple of reasons,” he was saying and Julie listened up. “First, because we know each other and I know you need this, too. Second, because I trust you to stick to our agreement and not try to bleed me for extra cash.”
She knew he was wary of most women because King men attracted gold diggers in greater numbers than the gold rush had back in the day. “But if I marry you, what makes me different from any of those other women? I’ll still be marrying you for your money.”
“Yeah, but on my terms,” he said with a smile.
Hmm. He might think that was funny, but she didn’t see the humor. Julie watched women throw themselves at Travis for years. And all of them had had one eye on his exceptional behind and the other eye on his bank account. If she allowed him to pay her to marry him, wasn’t she just another member of a very large, mercenary crowd?
Julie groaned inwardly and sucked at her chocolate shake. When tumultuous times struck, always have chocolate handy. A good rule of thumb for life’s little miseries. She didn’t like the idea of people thinking she was after his money.
“I don’t want or need a husband,” she pointed out, even though she distinctly felt herself losing the battle.
“Maybe not, but you do need the money to start that bakery you’ve always wanted.”
True. God, she hated that he was right. She’d been working like a dog and saving every spare dime for years and still she was light years from having enough money put away to open her own bakery. She couldn’t get a loan because she had no collateral, and if things stayed as they were, she’d be at retirement age before she could afford her dream shop.
But was that any reason to get married?
Hadn’t she turned down Travis’s offer of a loan before this? She’d known him her whole life. Her mom had been the cook on the King ranch until she’d married the gardener and hung up her apron when Julie was twelve. As kids, Julie and Travis had been friends. That had lasted until high school, when Julie’d first heard the laughter about the rich kid hanging out with the nobody. Their friendship had gradually cooled down, but they’d remained “friendly.”
Now that they were grown, they weren’t exactly close anymore, but the memory of that friendship was strong enough that Julie hadn’t wanted to borrow money from him and muddy up their relationship.
Wasn’t marrying him even worse?
“It’s one year, Julie,” Travis said, tapping his fingertips impatiently against the white Formica tabletop. “One year and I’ll have the distribution deal I want and I give you financial backing in the bakery. Everybody wins.”
“I don’t know….” She still wasn’t convinced. And it wasn’t just the thought of marrying for money that had her hesitating, though heaven knew, it should have been enough. Nope, there was something else bothering her as well. “And when the marriage ends, that would leave me a two-time divorcée.”
How tacky was that? God, thirty years old and a two-time loser? Oh, if she could step back in time a year or two, she’d avoid Jean Claude Doucette like the plague. Unfortunately, she couldn’t do that and that French rat was going to remain a part of her past forever.
“Yeah, but that first marriage lasted what? Two weeks? It hardly counts,” Travis argued. “Besides, who cares?”
“Me.”
“Don’t see why. So you made a mistake. Big deal. You wised up, got a divorce…”
