The Reason I Married Him

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>From USA Today and Amazon Charts bestselling author Meghan Quinn comes a new marriage of convenience romantic comedy. This steamy laugh out loud enemies-to-lovers small town standalone delivers the perfect happily ever after.</em></strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He proposed . . . and I said yes.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Normally a jovial occasion for a couple in love but this proposal has a very different feel.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Because the man that I'll be calling my husband blew into town with one thing on his mind . . . to make my life a living nightmare.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>So why did I say yes?</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Well because we both need something from each other.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Namely I want the farm land he currently owns and he needs a wife in order to inherit his family cabin in his grandfather's will.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>So as he so eloquently put it my hand for his land.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>At first I thought the idea was nuts.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Who really gets married out of convenience?</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Apparently I do.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And now we have to sell our relationship to the town. Meaning we're holding hands he's pinching my cheeks . . . upper and lower. We're even forced to share the one-bedroom guest house on the farm where his monstrous body is taking up a large percentage of the bed.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But we're so persuasive about our farse that now I'm starting to think he actually might like me. Especially when he grabs me by the wrist and teases the shell of my ear as he whispers Mine. </span></p>