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Lilian Monroe
Gideon Mars made it very clear he didn’t want a wife. I made it very clear I didn’t need a husband. We shook on it, signed the paperwork, and agreed to share one bed like two reasonable adults who were absolutely not attracted to each other.
Reader, we were not reasonable adults.
When someone began leaving threats around town with my name on them, my scarred, brooding, overprotective husband stopped pretending faster than I could say this wasn’t part of the deal. Which was a problem—because the more he showed up for me, the harder it got to remember why I’d built my walls in the first place.
I came to Marswood Harbor to start over quietly. Gideon was not interested in quiet—because that man will burn everything down before he lets the world touch what’s his.
This is a steamy romcom packed with an arranged marriage, a marriage of convenience, enemies to lovers heat, grumpy/grumpy banter, only one bed, a scarred protective hero, forced proximity, and a matchmaking grandmother who is absolutely not sorry. HEA guaranteed.
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