Romance for Cynics. Nicola Marsh

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      Cash wrenched his mouth from hers and they stared at each other in stunned silence, their chests heaving, breathing ragged.

      Lucy couldn’t tear her gaze away from Cash’s.

      He didn’t look like a guy who was acting.

      He looked as smitten as she was.

      ’You’d do anything for the cameras,’ she said, eager to break the unbearable tension between them.

      He ducked his head to whisper in her ear. ’If that was you playacting, sweetheart, I’ll double your fee.’

      She tossed her head. ’Okay. So we kissed. Big deal.’

      ’We’re attracted to each other.’ He ran a fingertip down her cheek. ’It’s not a crime to admit it.’

      Lucy gritted her teeth. No way could she admit to wanting Cash.

      The last thing she needed was to get involved in some weird half-assed relationship that had started out fake and yet involved very real sex.

      Sex? Yikes. She really was in trouble.

       Dear Reader

      Valentine’s Day can inspire mixed feelings in people.

      If you’re part of a romantic couple the pressure’s on for your better half to impress with grand gestures.

      If you’re single you harbour hopes that a secret admirer will finally declare his undying love while trying not to turn a pale shade of green as your BFF’s partner lavishes her with gifts and flowers.

      For confirmed romance cynics like Lucy and Cash, Valentine’s Day can be summed up in a few words: over-commercialised claptrap for gullible fools!

      So what happens when these two cynics must fake a relationship for a week in the lead-up to the big day?

      Will true love win over the most hardened hearts?

      I had so much fun having Lucy and Cash deal with a variety of romantic situations designed to taunt and challenge.

      The outcome?

      This confirmed romantic is not telling.

      You’ll need to read the book to find out!

      Happy reading!

       Nicola

      www.nicolamarsh.com

      Romance

      for Cynics

      Nicola Marsh

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      NICOLA MARSH has always had a passion for writing and reading. As a youngster she devoured books when she should have been sleeping, and later kept a diary whose contents could be an epic in itself!

      These days, when she’s not enjoying life with her husband and sons in her home city of Melbourne, she’s at her computer, creating the romances she loves in her dream job.

      Visit Nicola’s website at www.nicolamarsh.com for the latest news of her books.

       This and other titles by Nicola Marsh are available in eBook format at www.millsandboon.co.uk

      This one is for my dedicated readers and fellow romantics who believe true love will always triumph.

      May all your happily-ever-afters be a heartbeat away.

      Contents

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Epilogue

       Excerpt

      ONE

      ‘This is a screw-up of monumental proportions.’ Cashel Burgess flung the daily newspaper on his desk and glared at the offending print.

      Maybe if he stared at it hard enough this whole damn mess would disappear.

      As if.

      ‘That’ll teach you for dating beautiful bimbos.’ Barton Clegg, an old college buddy who had the power to get him out of this godforsaken mess, pointed at the picture in the paper. ‘She’s a stunner all right, but Cash?’ Barton made a gesture resembling grabbing him by the balls and twisting. ‘She’s got you by these, mate.’

      ‘Tell me something I don’t know.’ Cash pushed away from his desk, stood and resumed pacing, something he’d been doing way too much of since he’d learned the starlet he’d given financial advice to over a long lunch was concocting some twisted version of what had happened between the veal scaloppini and tiramisu.

      ‘Why did you call me over?’

      ‘Damage control.’ Cash stopped pacing and stabbed a finger at the paper. ‘You know I lost a packet when that overseas bank went under. And now this. If I lose clients over some slighted woman’s concocted BS...’ Cash shook his head. ‘The СКАЧАТЬ