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"Turns the classic romance plot amusingly inside out...cleverly plotted." ~ Kirkus Reviews
"A sweet, romantic tale that leaves one yearning for a matador of their own."~ InD'Tale Magazine
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New York telecommunications expert Jessica Bloom has never quite gotten things right. She's failed at relationships, and only believes herself to have moved ahead at work due to dumb luck. Her fortunes change when she flies to Madrid on an acquisitions deal -- but wakes up married to a matador instead! While she's held a burning attraction to her handsome business adversary for months, she never dreamed she'd make such an enormous split-second decision. Surely, this is a mistake they can both get undone? Her new husband, however, has plans to the contrary...
Fernando Garcia de la Vega runs a telecommunications firm poised for a US takeover. What Fernando doesn't expect, is its beautiful International Division head also capturing his heart. Descended from a long line of bullfighters, Fernando stands to inherit the family's lucrative estate, if he meets the criteria in his grandfather's will and marries by age thirty-two. Yet, a marriage of convenience was something Fernando was loathe to consider... until now. When the fates conspire to put the right woman in the right place -- at the right time, how can Fernando deny his destiny? His only problem lies in convincing Jessica to remain his bride.
Fernando sighed, worry lines creasing his brow. "You're terribly angry with me, aren't you?"
"It takes two to tango, Fernando. I'm not saying all of this is your fault. I played a part in what happened yesterday too."
He turned toward her with a penetrating look. "That's what I don't understand. Why did you?"
Jess felt a lurch of emotion as he dissected her with his earnest green gaze. "I...don't know."
He leaned toward her with a husky whisper. "Oh, but I think you do."
He drew nearer, his mouth hovering over hers. Jess cursed herself for so badly wanting his kiss. His kisses had been so tantalizing last night, they'd made her lose all sense of reason. And it wasn't just the way he'd held her. When he'd looked deep in her eyes and said that one thing, she'd inexplicably believed him as she had no man before.
"Why did you?"
Fernando reached out and cupped her chin in his hand. "Because, querida, when I saw you standing there in that garden, with that beautiful smile on your lips, I knew with a certainty that I'd have to claim them. That I wouldn't rest until I made you mine."
"It was a simple sexual attraction."
"There was nothing simple about it," he said, brushing his lips to hers.
Jess closed her eyes as her heart stilled. She couldn't let herself do this, but she couldn't stop herself either. His masculine scent washed over her as she felt his palm press into the small of her back.
"Jessica," he said, resting his forehead on hers. "When I tell you the truth about this morning, I don't want you to believe that anything last night was a lie." And then to prove it, he kissed her deeply, with a skill and a passion that made her lose grip of her wine, sending the contents of her cup sloshing sideways.
"Your sister's riding pants," she said, nearly breathless.
"They'll wash," he said, tenderly stroking her thigh.
"Fernando," Jess gasped, pulling back. "We can't."
He studied her a thoughtful moment as she gazed at him wide-eyed.
"Then we won't," he said with a quick peck on her lips.
She shivered involuntarily in spite of herself. This man had a way of completely undoing her.
"We'll have a little something to eat first." He pulled several small bundles from his bag, along with a small knife and a cutting board.
"While we talk?"
"Of course," he said, handing her a napkin for her slacks. "Then afterwards, I'll let you decide."
Fernando shot her a sexy grin as he refilled her wine.
"Whether or not I'm the husband of your dreams."