Bride Chosen

This time we meet FBI agent, Mark Farrow and London Sanders. She was on a quest for a new beginning. London was once bitten, twice shy. London Sanders had no intention of falling into the same trap again. Love wasn't an option now. Besides, Mark Farrow was trouble with a capital T, not to mention annoying and self-righteous—but damn, he was hot with his bulging muscles … something that made her ovaries burst out in song and dance every time he was near. Why deny herself some … er … pleasure, right? Soooo … she offered him a compromise. London Sanders was his chosen bride, and he went at her with all guns blazing. Mark Farrow had it all. Born from old money and with a heart of gold, he was every woman's dream. Only he preferred to … er … play the field and wasn't looking for love. That is, until the cheeky redhead came across his path and changed his destiny. He had no intention of allowing a misplaced broken heart—because he didn't believe she'd truly loved the man who'd treated her like dirt—to stand in his way of getting what he wanted. Would Mark be satisfied with a friends-with-benefits arrangement ... and if so ... for how long? Was London just setting herself up for heartache ... again? Only time would tell.