The Spanish Duke's Virgin Bride
'I assume this is some sort of joke?'Duque JavierAlejandro Diego Herrera swung away from the castle window that afforded stunning views of the Andalucian countryside and glared at the elderly man in front of him.
'I assure you I would not make a joke of such a serious matter,' Ramon Aguilar replied stiffly. His silver moustache bristled with indignation, but the nervous shuffling of the documents in his hands betrayed his tension. 'The terms of your grandfather's will are most specific. If you do not marry before your thirty-sixth birthday, control of El Banco de Herrera will be awarded to your cousin Lorenzo.'
Javier swore succinctly, his dark brows drawn together and his olive skin stretched taut over his sharp cheekbones. 'Dios!' he spat. 'As my grandfather so often commented, Lorenzo is as feeble as a small child. He has no drive, no ambition. Tell me, ... read full excerpt from The Spanish Duke's Virgin Bride ebook
