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Zoe Elliot has resisted
Landon Heath’s advances, only because he’s her boss and she needs her job to
keep her work visa. But when she’s in danger of being deported, she agrees to
his crazy suggestion of getting married… temporarily, of course.
Landon wants the beautiful
Canadian for his own, and he’s not above using her situation to tie her to
him—permanently. He knows he has to move quickly, before she realizes they’re not
so temporarily married.
This was a short read, but I loved how to the point it is. How much our Hero loved Zoe and was not embarrassed to let it be known. He was everything you can want and more. But, poor Zoe had no clue what kind of man was coming her way. She thought their marriage was fake and temporary, but she had another thing coming. I loved this story to pieces! I voluntarily reviewed this advanced reader copy. Laura Redmon Cutting Muse Blog Review
I dug through the
pile and found the envelope she was referring to at the bottom. It was impossible
to miss with US Citizenship and Immigration Services listed on the upper left
“Crap. Crap. Crap,”
I chanted to myself as I tore it open. Then it turned to “fuck, fuck, fuck” as
my heart dropped. I read through the letter quickly the first time around, and
then much more slowly to make sure I wasn’t misunderstanding what it said.
Unfortunately, the meaning didn’t change the second time around.
“I’m fucked,” I
“Not yet you
aren’t,” Landon growled from the door as he barged into my office and slammed
it shut. “If you were, I’d know it because I’d be the one doing the fucking.”
His raspy voice slid
over my skin and heated it. Just the sound of him talking had my panties wet,
and I’d been avoiding him all this time because I’d thought he’d be the reason
why I had visa problems.
“All those wasted
opportunities,” I muttered.
“Not wasted,” he
“I don’t have time
for this right now, Landon. Not when my whole world is falling apart,” I cried,
waving the letter in the air.
“You sound as bad
as Samantha did when she told me to get my ass in here.” He tore it from my
hands, and I dropped my head to my desk while he read through the letter.
“It’s just an
additional interview, Zoe,” he said soothingly, in a failed attempt to calm me
“My visa was approved by an
immigration officer at the border two months ago. It was easy peasy. I showed
him my TN visa application letter, my bachelor’s degree, and my passport. I
answered some questions about how long I planned to stay in the country. About how
often I planned to go home to see my family. Boom, I was approved. Which means
they shouldn’t have any additional questions for me,” I retorted as I jumped to
my feet and paced back and forth. “Except, someone apparently has it in for me
since they received a tip that I lied about my intent to stay here for only
three years. Who would do something like that?”
“Calm the fuck
down,” he ordered, as though it was that simple.
“Calm down?” I
parroted. “That’s easy for you to say since you’re not the one in danger of
“Neither are you.”
“I beg to
differ”—I stormed towards him and jabbed my finger in his chest, absently
noticing how firm it was—“since an appointment at an immigration field office
sure sounds like the start to yanking my work visa to me.”
“You know what?”
he drawled. “Don’t calm down. Feel free to freak the fuck out because in the
end that will work out even better for me.”
“What in the heck
are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about
you and me, Zoe. You’ve been denying what’s happening between us for two,
fucking long as hell months,” he growled, his eyes lit with determination.
“You’ve used your work visa as an excuse to keep yourself away from me. Well
guess what, Blondie? Giving in to me is your way out of this mess.”
“I still have
absolutely no idea what you mean. Maybe you can dumb it down for me since I’m
blonde and all,” I muttered sarcastically, not a big fan of his nickname for
“Fine,” he bit
out. “I’ll make it as simple as one word—marriage.”
“What? No,” I
gasped. “We haven’t even been out on a date!”
“And whose fault
is that?” he countered. “It certainly wasn’t for a lack of trying on my part.
If I’d had my way, you wouldn’t have a single doubt about how damn serious I
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