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So. Toxic.: a virgin, fake marriage romance
She owes me. It’s time to pay up.
TYSON
My attorney tells me my best chance to get custody of my son is to get married and show the as*hole of a judge that I’m a stable family man. Jo will be my fake wife but I’ll still reap all the benefits of marriage…the marriage bed, that is. I’ve wanted her since high school. I didn’t deserve her then, and I don’t deserve her now, But she’s mine. She’s always been mine. She just doesn’t know it yet. It’s the perfect plan. Get married. Bang my wife. Get my kid. Quick divorce.
JO
Tyson Masters is a pig.
He wants his son, and I’m his means to an end. Tyson was the high school crush that I never got over. He doesn’t love me. He’ll never love me. We just have to make this fake marriage look real. My life has been like shattered glass and, for my own sanity, I should keep my heart out of this. But as much as I want to, I can’t tell him no. He rocks me from the roots of my hair to the marrow in my bones. Worst of all, I might be falling in love with him. Tyson is a drug, and I’m addicted.
This love…it’s toxic. So. Toxic.
This virgin, fake marriage romance, is a FULL-LENGTH, STANDALONE novel with NO CHEATING and a guaranteed HEA. It's a panty-melting, screen-scorching romance, filled with those extra steamy scenes readers expect from Kelley Harvey. This eBook contains BONUS MATERIAL!
Excerpt:
Tyson turns on the water.
I jump away from the spray. “What are you doing?â€
“I’m convincing you.†He steps behind me.
Reaching around me, he flicks all of my buttons open.
The fluttering in my stomach demands action.
I cover his hand with both of mine. “We can’t.â€
He kisses the nape of my neck, like a dragonfly moving from flower to flower. “JoJo, surely you want me. I sure as f#c% want you.â€
His fingers dive into the front waistband of my jeans.
