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Автор Fielding Liz
Rita® Award-winning author Liz Fielding “gets better and better with every book!”
—Romantic Times
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About The Bridesmaid’s Reward:
“The characters are out-of-this-world fun, the scenes and dialogue laugh-out-loud funny and the story is delightful. ”
—Romantic Times
About A Suitable Groom:
“A sparkling, bubbly romance with witty dialogue, humor, and a deliciously scrumptious hero. ”
—Bookbug on the Web
About His Desert Rose:
“Once again, talented storyteller Liz Fielding has given readers another truly remarkable tale of love conquering all, utilizing intense emotional scenes, dynamic characters, a powerful internal conflict and an exotic desert setting. ”
—Romantic Times
About The Best Man and the Bridesmaid:
“A delightful tale with a fresh spin on a fan-favorite storyline, snappy dialogue and charming characters. ”
—Romantic Times
A Wife on Paper
Liz Fielding
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER ONE
HIS brother was late, the restaurant was crowded, noisy, the kind of fashionable look-at-me-I’ve-arrived place he loathed, and Guy wished he’d made an excuse, stuck to his original plan to have a sandwich at his desk as he worked through the evening.
A rush of cold air as the door opened behind him gave him hope that his ordeal would soon be over, but as he turned he saw that it wasn’t Steve but a young woman rushing to get in out of the rain.
She paused momentarily, framed in the entrance, spotlit by the bright lights of the cocktail bar against the darkness outside.
Time stretched like elastic. The earth stopped turning. Everything slowed down. He felt as if he could count every one of the raindrops sparkling in her corn gold hair.
It was tousled, as if it had been caught by the gusting wind that she seemed to have brought into the restaurant with her, stirring everyone so that they turned to look. Kept on looking. Maybe it was because she was laughing, as if running through the rain was something she did for fun. Because she was a breath of fresh air…
She lifted her arms to comb her fingers through her hair, shake it back into place, and the dress she was wearing rode up to expose half a yard of thigh. When she dropped her hands and the hem descended, the scooped neckline of her dress fell too, offering a glimpse of what the clinging fabric so enticingly suggested.
Nothing about her was flat; everything about her seemed an open invitation to his hands to describe her, to stroke the sinuous lines of her body. She wasn’t beautiful exactly. Her nose lacked classical perfection. Her mouth was too big, but her silver-fox eyes sparkled as if she was lit up from within and the glow that emanated from her eclipsed every other woman in the room.
