The Marriage Effect by Karla Sorensen : A marriage of convenience sports romance (Washington Wolves Book 3)
English | 2019 | romance | ePUB | 378 Kb
The Marriage Effect : Logan Ward doesn’t want any more women in his life.
Being a football player and legal guardian to his four younger sisters means his playbook is full. However, one of them just landed in the hospital, which gives his brother the shot he needs to challenge Logan for custody.
Legal counsel says there’s only one thing Logan can do—find himself a wife.
Paige McKinney doesn’t always think things through.
Like walking away from her modeling career without a thought of what might come next. She really doesn’t think it through when she proclaims herself Logan’s fiancé at the hospital, simply because the sexy—albeit grumpy—football player forgot his cell phone at a party and security won’t let her pass. It’s not her fault it was overheard by the worst possible person.
A bargain is struck, and a fake marriage is the perfect solution. But the simple solution creates a whole new problem: they’re not as different as they seem. The reluctant groom has fire inside him, and his impetuous bride is about to light the match.
“That desire was what made me up and quit a modeling career that I’d spent the previous ten years building. It’s what made me pack my suitcases, grab the first flight from Milan to Seattle, and move into my best friend’s house that we now shared with her fiancé and his daughter.
Don’t worry, the house was ginormous. I basically had my own wing, if anyone was worried about a lack of privacy.
“You need a job,” she said in lieu of an answer from me.
Even though I wasn’t facing her, my best friend sensed my eye roll, because she poked me in the general area of my kidneys.
“Yeah, right,” I told her. “If I had a job, who would help you set up your fabulous football parties?”
Allie sighed as we watched players and their families fill plates of food from the long table that stretched along the middle of the sprawling deck overlooking Lake Washington.
“I’d hire someone,” she said. “You know, the person whose job it is to help with fabulous football parties.”
She glanced sideways at me with a lifted brow.
“You know what I mean,” I clarified.”