The Devil's Pawn
Tracie Delaney

Not a single breath had passed my lips when he signed away my life with a dismissive flick of his Mont Blanc pen. He sacrificed my freedom for his own gain, leaving me trapped with no early release for good behavior.
In four days, I’ll belong to him. Alexander De Vil, the brooding heir to the De Vil Dynasty.
I know my place. My parents drilled my future role into me. Be a dutiful wife, an outstanding host, produce an heir and a spare to continue the family legacy.
Keep my mouth shut and my legs open. Little more than a pawn in a merciless man’s game.
But I’m nobody’s pawn.
Not even the Devil’s.