"So...let me see if I got everything right." The female CEO of Heart's Match eyed the billionaire's
list of requirements for his mail-order bride. "You want someone you can trust to raise your nephew, someone who's guaranteed to see to all of his emotional needs and ensure that he doesn't grow up a spoiled, useless millennial like all other trust fund babies seem to be."
"Precisely."
"You also want someone who understands that you're used to a certain way of living and appreciate that it's this very busy lifestyle of yours that is able to afford you, your future wife, and nephew everything that money can buy."
"Exactly."
"Your fidelity is guaranteed provided you two are sexually compatible. If not, you promise to seek satisfaction through other means very discreetly while she will be additionally compensated to remain celibate until your nephew reaches eighteen years of age."
"Perfect," Logan said approvingly. "When can I expect to meet your candidate?"
"You mean 'paragon' right? Or maybe 'martyr' is a more accurate term?"
"Charlotte." His tone held a note of warning.
"But to answer your question, let me check my contacts in Heaven first. I'll need to see if they have an angel or saint to spare, since no one else is likely to agree to something so one-sided."
Logan didn't even crack a smile. "My nephew will be with me in six weeks."
"I know that, okay? And as much as I want to help you..." What you're asking for is something only a selfish, heartless asshole would demand. That was what Charlotte was dying to say, but because Logan was both her childhood friend and her late husband's, she managed to withhold her tongue and finish with something more tactful. "It's going to be difficult."
"But not impossible."
Grrr. It was just so like Logan to interpret her words in the way that would benefit him. "I'll be level with you since you're my friend. With what you're asking, there can only be two kinds of women likely to agree to what you're asking."
Logan's gaze narrowed. "Go on."
"We'll either end up with a cold-blooded gold digger..."
The billionaire's upper lip curled in distaste.
"Or someone who comes with a lot of baggage."
Logan frowned. "Exactly what kind of baggage are we talking about?"
"No college degree, work history strictly in the domestic employment front, and she may come with a thirteen-year-old dependent who urgently needs to undergo kidney transplant surgery."
Since the things Charlotte mentioned were too specific to be random, Logan had a feeling his friend already had someone in mind. Someone she knew he would only consider if he were desperate enough...
"As long as she fits the mold," Logan said finally, "you can send her my way."
Hi everyone. I hope you enjoyed reading the excerpt and are looking forward to seeing it go live. I was actually supposed to release this the other day, but there was just something missing, so I held back. Last night, everything finally fell into place like magic, so now I'm just working on the "finishing touches" and it should be out really soon.
Last but not the least - if any of you have read the previous book, The Billionaire Rancher's Unwanted Wife (and enjoyed it), I would truly appreciate it if you could post even just a short / simple review on Amazon. Apparently, the way the site works, lower-rating books are automatically made less visible and vice versa. It would truly mean so much if you could take the time to review my work. Thank you so much!
Last but not the least - if any of you have read the previous book, The Billionaire Rancher's Unwanted Wife (and enjoyed it), I would truly appreciate it if you could post even just a short / simple review on Amazon. Apparently, the way the site works, lower-rating books are automatically made less visible and vice versa. It would truly mean so much if you could take the time to review my work. Thank you so much!
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