Melissa
Greyson asked Trevor Bentley to be her husband for a year. Can she
avoid giving him her heart or will this marriage of convenience lead
to more?
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About
Part-Time
Husband:
Title:
Part-Time
Husband
Author:
Noelle Adams
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Release
Date: May
29, 2018
Publisher:
Noelle
Adams
Series:
Trophy Husbands
Format:
Digital eBook / Print
Digital
ISBN:
B07B9WH8KT
Print
ISBN:
9781386724124
Synopsis:
On
a Wednesday afternoon, I ask Trevor Bentley to marry me. He might be
the most arrogant, obnoxious man I know, but I need him to be my
husband for a year.
There
are reasons.
He's
not going to be a real husband. Just part-time. Yes, I have to live
with him. And, okay, I also have to share his bed. And, sure, he's
the sexiest and most exciting thing to ever happen to my controlled,
organized life.
But
still... It's only a part-time marriage. I'm not going to give him my
heart. I know what I'm doing, and I'm too smart to fall for my
husband.
I
hope.
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Excerpt:
Copyright©
2018 Part-Time Husband
Noelle
Adams
The flash of
annoyance I feel at his smug expression is enough to get me going
again. I say in my most poised voice, “I have a proposition for
you.”
No sense in wasting
time in small talk. That’s not my way or Trevor’s.
He leans back in his
chair, his eyes lingering on my face. Instead of looking like he’s
descending from a pedestal, now he looks more like he’s solving a
riddle. “A proposition?”
“Yes. A good one.”
“I realize Pop’s
needs help with advertising, if those tacky commercials you’ve been
running are any indication, but you have to know I’m no longer
interested in working for you.”
My fingers tighten
around the portfolio I’ve just picked up again, but I manage not to
display my resentment on my face.
Tacky commercials.
He just said it
outright to my face.
Yes, I happen to
agree with his assessment, but still… Who does that?
“I’m not
offering you a job with Pop’s,” I say, my voice almost prim in
its coolness. “I actually have a favor to ask you, and so I’ve
got something to offer you in return. Something you’ll want.”
His lips part just
slightly, and I notice because my eyes keep slipping down to his
lips.
So kill me. He’s
got the sexiest mouth I’ve ever seen.
“What do I want?”
he asks after a moment’s pause.
This part is easy. I
slide a contract out of my portfolio and hand the stack of papers to
him. He reaches to take it and then scans the top sheet with a
bullet-point summary of the contract.
Basically, it’s an
agreement for his company to develop a regional advertising campaign
for Pop’s for a very large amount of money. I had to pull from
other budget lines to find the financing for it, but I know any
campaign Trevor puts together will at least double the money
expended. He’s that good.
Both his eyebrows go
up as he reads.
Very slowly his eyes
(like dark chocolate) rise again to my face. “You must need a very
big favor.”
“I do.”
While I don’t know
the ins and outs of Trevor’s contracts with other companies, I have
a general sense of the level he’s working at. He’s good enough
that he could have made a success of it in New York or LA, but for
some reason five years ago he moved back to Charleston, where he was
raised. Most of the jobs his agency handles are local or statewide.
The one I’m offering him has to be bigger than anything else he’s
done yet.
He looks back down
at the top sheet. “This is for real?”
“Yes, it’s for
real.”
“Pop will never go
for this. He despises me.” It’s not at all surprising that Trevor
knows Pop’s opinion of him. Everyone
knows.
“Yes, he does. But
advertising got moved last year, and now it’s under me. I make the
decisions. This is real. I’m willing to sign that contract right
now.”
“But it’s not
just because I’m so good.”
“No. It’s not
because you’re so good. We need some better advertising, but we’re
not desperate. I’m going to have to put up with a lot a grief from
my in-house folks and from Pop to make this deal with you, so I need
something in return.”
“A favor?”
“Yes. A favor.”
I’ve been killing
it so far—sounding cool and professional and exactly on his level.
I’ve even managed to keep my expression perfect and not blush the
way I sometimes do when I’m emotionally discomposed.
But now the moment
has arrived, and the truth is I’m nervous.
More than nervous.
Scared as hell.
I’m about to ask
this arrogant man to marry me.
Trevor waits a beat.
“Are you planning to tell me what the favor is?”
It’s time. I have
to just say it. “I need you to marry me for a year.”
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About
Noelle Adams:
Noelle
handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she
was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in
eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she
reads any book she can get her hands on and offers tribute to a very
spoiled cocker spaniel.
She
loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too
many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to
reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances.
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