IMPERFECT MATCH by @vikkijayauthor is coming August 31st!
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Why you will love this book…
🔥Billionaire Romance
🔥Marriage of Convenience
🔥Small Town
🔥Boss & Assistant
🔥Secret Pining
🔥Touch her or die
🔥Secret Pregnancy
🔥Only smiles with her
Charles A. Hawthorne is not just a billionaire but a royalty in Cherrywood.
And I’m Daisy Hazy Price, his longest running assistant and his lifeline, as per the media.
I equally hate and admire Charles’ dedication for the company and our small town.
So, when the media starts a witch hunt, right before he’s about to take over the family business, making nonsense allegations about his bachelor status, I’m ready to do everything for my boss, including marrying him on paper to get the press off his back.
But once we start living together, and sharing a room, the words of the marriage contract starts to blur. I get to see an unfamiliar side of the man I’ve known for the last four years.
It’s so easy to forget that this is temporary, especially when he acts like the most doting husband not just in public but in private.
But the more time we spend together, the more it becomes clear, how imperfect we are for each other.
Charles greatest fear is to be a Dad, while my biggest dream is to someday have my own big family.
What will my husband-turned boss do when the lines of my pregnancy test turn pink?
REVIEW: IMPERFECT MATCH (ELIXIR BACHELOR BILLIONAIRES) BY VIKKI JAY
Imperfect Match: A billionaire, marriage of convenience romance by Vikki Jay
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
The fragility of a Vikki Jay novel is it's most precious commodity. Her characters speak the words not often said, tackle emotions that makes us vulnerable and find beauty in the broken parts of a soul. Imperfect Match is a perfectly flawed heartbreaker that hits the bulls eye of the heart with room to spare for the soul. Temptation at it's most endearing.
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EXCERPT:
I guide Daisy to my bedroom.
Our bedroom. There’s nothing in this house that’s going to be just mine any longer.
She’s stiffer than a board under my touch, as she looks closely at her new surroundings.
“We’ll sleep here. I can’t risk the staff knowing the truth about us.” I nod toward the room as the door closes behind us.
“Of course you can’t.”
Her clipped words finally snap the tiny latch that’s been locking down my anxiety for the past week.
“Is there a problem?” I tip my head to the side and cross my arms over my chest.
“Not at all.” Her irritated gaze drifts from the king-sized bed to me, and she plasters on a fake smile. “I’m tired. If you would just let me know where I sleep, I’ll stop being a nuisance to you.”
“Nuisance? Where the hell is this coming from?”
“Oh, so you mean I misread your grimace when you saw me walking down the aisle? Or was it the fact that my husband couldn’t kiss me because he’s so much better than the rest of the world?”
She doesn’t stop for me to respond.
“I know this marriage is for show,” Daisy continues, “and you possibly hated everything about today, the crowd, the noise, but this was my first freaking wedding. A day that was supposed to be the most beautiful prelude to all my dreams coming true. Would it have killed you to kiss me and not pretend that I was—”
My lips land on hers before she can compare herself to anything less than perfection. I kiss her like I’d wanted when I saw her walking toward me. I don’t stop until my arm around her middle is tight as a steel band.
She wants the real me? She’ll get the real me.
I tug her hair back and she loses her balance, but I’m here—to hold her, to kiss her, to tell her without words that she can be a lot of things in my life, but a nuisance is certainly not one of them.
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