The Bought-And-Paid-For Wife
He'd seen pictures. He'd expected beautiful. After all, when a man chooses a trophy wife, he wants one other men will covet. But Tristan Thorpe hadn't appreciated the extent of that beauty — or its powerful clout — until the front door of the Connecticut colonial opened in a rush and she was there, five-and-a-bit feet of breathtaking impact.
Vanessa Thorpe. His father's widow. The enemy.
In every one of those society diary pictures she looked as glossy and polished as a trophy prize should... which had left Tristan speculating over how much was real — the platinum hair? the full lips? the petite but perfectly curved body? — and how much came courtesy of his father's wealth.
He hadn't wondered about the sparklers at her throat and in her ears. Those, he knew, were real. Unlike her other multi-faceted assets, the diamonds appeared on the listed valuations of Stuart Thorpe's estate.
But here, now, seeing her in the flesh for the first time, Tristan didn't notice anything fake. All he saw was the very real sparkle in her silvery-green eyes and the smile. Warm ... read full excerpt from: The Bought-And-Paid-For Wife ebook
