Title: His Dirty Bargain
Series: Dirty Billionaires #3
Author: Fiona Murphy
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 22, 2019
Blurb
Three billionaire brothers:
Cesare, Enzo, and Dante Sabatini have everything except the one thing money
canāt buy. Three big beautiful, women Alicia, Bethany, and Chloe will teach
them the ABCs of love. Follow these couples as they negotiate the riskiest deal
of all, falling in love.
My biological clock has been pounding. Any minute now, I'm going to hit
buy on the sperm that's been sitting in my online cart for the last six
months.... any minute. I want to be a
single mom. The last five years without a man have been the best years of my
life. Except, I do want kids, six if I had my way. But if Iām doing it alone, I
canāt really afford more than one.
At least what I need I can get off a website. I had no idea men had
biological clocks too, but Enzo Sabatini proved otherwise. The control-freak
billionaire married a gold-digging womb to get the children he wanted, and not
surprisingly it blew up in his face. With the ink barely dry on his divorce
that lasted longer than his marriage, I'm tasked with finding him a new place
to live. I can't believe it's really heat I see in his eyes when he looks at
me. I'm nothing like his usual women, plus size compared to size zero.
Shock is an understatement when I see the ring. I can barely process his
insane proposal of me getting the dream house and the multifamily property I
want in exchange for at least ten years and two kids. Wait, what? What kind of
effing proposal is that? It's not a marriage proposal, it's a bargaināone with
limits and terms and signed off by lawyers. I don't care how hot he is; he's
lost his mind.
So why do I say not yet instead of no? Is this going to be
the biggest mistake of my life, or is there any way we can make a
happy-ever-after from this dirty bargain?
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Excerpt
A hand
wraps around my arm as he drags me after him. āWhat the hell is going on with
you?ā he thunders once weāre out on the front lawn.
āDonāt yell
at me, damn it! Are you fucking serious? You tell my boss a personal plan in a
light meant to shame and embarrass me over brunch, you belittle me, you ignore
me, then you want to know what is going on with me?ā
Shaking his
head, he takes a deep breath. āDonāt forget I let the tiny blonde close to me.ā
Violence
erupts from me and I shove him, hard. āShe fucking touched you like she had
every right to.ā Oh god, I didnāt do that.
The bastard
laughs as he tugs me close. Iām so ashamed I canāt look at him even though I
want to push him away from me, pissed that heās daring to laugh. āFuck, woman,
you are driving me crazy. Why canāt you be normal?ā
With a sigh
I give in to resting my head on his chest. All at once, the anger and pain
disappears as I inhale his scent, feel his body against mine. āIām not going to
apologize. Normal is boring. If I were normal you wouldnāt look at me twice,
you would have already moved on to your next bimbo.ā
āHmmā¦ā His
hand runs up and down my back soothingly. āI wonāt lie, youāre right. Bimbos
are boring, you could never be called boring. So Iāve been thinkingā¦ā He pulls
out something shiny from his pocket. No, it canāt be. Holy fuck, it is. āI have
another deal to offer you. Marry me and weāll fill this place with laughter and
memories. Help me turn it from a house into a home. I want at least two kids,
any more is up to you, and in return Iāll buy you the multifamily property you
want, and this place is yours free and clear as long as we hit ten years. We
give it at least ten years and youāll think youāve won the lottery. If you want
out any sooner, Iāll make you regret ever meeting me.ā
I stumble
back from him on shaky legs, staring at the enormous ring in horror. āWhat kind
of marriage proposal was that? It was a marriage proposal, right?ā How could he
say such awful things at the same time as asking me to marry him? āHave you
lost your mind?ā
At least he
has the decency to blush. āWhat? Itās an honest deal between two people, a hell
of a lot more honest than ninety percent of the proposals happening any given
day. I get it, you have a hard time trusting men are going to stick around,
treat you well, and be faithful. The ring gives you the first one, and I donāt
have a problem with either the second or third thing. I bought this house for
you, you can make it anything you want. If we divorce youāll get it in the
settlement on top of the multifamily and more than generous alimony, as long as
I get custody of the kids.ā
This is a
dream, a nightmare, a crazy Klonopin-induced nightmare because who the hell
would believe this is real? Iām shaking my head, trying to clear it, trying to
figure out what is happening. The ring is thrust in my face again. Itās
enormous, an odd pinkish peach color. āWhat is it?ā
āItās a
padparadscha, a kind of sapphire. Normally, I wouldnāt have gotten something so
big at twenty-eight carats, but the only other one they had was only four
carats and that didnāt seem right at all. A diamond didnāt seem unique enough
for you. Iām also willing to admit I didnāt want any man thinking you were
available.ā He shrugs.
And itās
the sweetest thing I think heās ever said. How could he say that while also
saying all the other crap? āWeāve known each other a week, less than a week. I
canāt marry you, itās crazy.ā
āHow is it
crazy? We both know what we want, we both want the same thing, and we both want
each other. When somethingās right itās right. When you know you know. What
difference does it make from one week to one year?ā
āBecause, I
donāt know how you like your coffee. I donāt know your favorite food, color, or
book. I donāt know if you sleep naked or in pajamas. I donāt know anything
about you other than you have way too much money, an enormous ego, and okay,
yes, I want to have sex with you, but that doesnāt make a marriage, not even
one for just ten years.ā
āWe
couldnāt make a marriage without the sex.ā
āI donāt
want to breastfeed. Iāll do everything I can to make sure I have a C-section up
to and including bribing my doctor. Even if I didnāt have to work, I want to
after my maternity leave is over. I want six kids, not two, not four, six. I
want private school but not religious schools. I donāt want to take my kids to
church on Sundays, I want them to choose what they believe in. I donāt want to
do the Santa myth thing or the tooth fairy. I want my kids to know theyāre
important, but I refuse to let them believe the world revolves around them.
Those are important, those things could break up a marriage. Those are the
things you learn over the course of dating and having an actual relationship
instead of just jumping into a marriage.ā
āSo youāre
saying, no?ā
Oh god, he
actually looks sad, then he blinks and itās gone. Deep down I want to scream yes,
fuck caution, fuck that itās too soon, he wants me, bought a house for me,
he bought a ring, except heās saying
things like ten years and threatening me with horrors unknown if I dare to want
a divorce before ten years. Fear outweighs everything. āIām saying not
yet.ā
āI should
have known.ā He flicks the ring at me. I canāt catch it, it falls at my feet.
āKeep it, I sure as fuck donāt want it. Use it to go toward your sperm donor.ā
I canāt believe heās just walking away.
Iām frozen
where I stand. It was real. Enzo Sabatini just asked me to marry him. No, he
offered me a deal, a bargain, one with a whole lot of strings he would use to
tie me up. The insane ring glints up at me. I bend down; itās heavy. Donāt
do it, Chloe. A sick curiosity has me slipping it on my left ring finger.
My stomach flips a dozen timesāit fits perfectly.
In the
moment I was positive I did the right thing, but nowā¦Iām not sure anymore.
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Author Bio
Due to commitment
issues I have lived in many different cities and my favorite is Chicago but I
have managed to settle into Austin and perhaps my commitment issues are behind
me.
I have enjoyed
reading from a very young age and it wasn't long before the children books
bored me and I read the books my mother enjoyed Stephen King and Dean Koontz
and I didn't sleep without the light on until I was about ten.
I came across my
first Harlequin by accident and it was love at first read, no one died and
happy endings? It was a whole new world and I loved it.
I wrote my first
story at eight and everyone died, of course. Since then I would like to think
I've gotten better and now I'm writing the happily ever afters I first fell in
love with, with some hot sex thrown in along the way.
As a plus size woman
myself, I have started writing the stories I always wanted to see myself in but
never did. And now Iām ecstatic to give BBWs the happily ever afters with hot
Alphas I want to read.
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