lucky

They say nuns are off-limits. I say, “Watch me.” They say obsession is a sin. Good thing I stopped caring about sin a long time ago. She says I’m a sinner. She’s not wrong. But when I’ve got her confessing her darkest desires to me in ways that would make the Devil blush, what does that make her? A firecracker in a habit, all rosaries and righteous fury, thinking she can scare me off with sharp words and that holier-than-thou glare. Cute. I’ve stared death in the face and made it flinch. I don’t lose sleep over a wannabe saint with a sharp tongue. Lucky for me, she’s not a nun yet. The more she fights, the more I want to corrupt every vow she’s about to make. God may forgive me, but she won’t. Good. I like my women unforgiving, trashing and begging.

Arabella Carver always has things under control but finds out she isn't as lucky when everything comes crashing down. She is betrayed by her fiance, on the brink of eviction, and with her mother's life hanging by a thread, she's desperate for help. But as she tries to get the help she needs, only one person is willing to offer and it is none other than Adrian Davidson. The first man to claim her heart only to shatter it like it meant nothing. However, there is a catch to his generosity. He needs a wife to appease his grandmother, and Arabella happens to be her ideal choice so he gives her the papers that bind them. A marriage contract. With little choice and a grudge in her heart, she signs them. Besides, what could go wrong? It is, after all, just a contract. But what happens when old wounds resurface and sparks begin to ignite?