“Marry me, and I’ll help you.”
Half-coaxed, half-coerced, Rowena Grayson walked out of the bureau with a marriage certificate in hand. She assumed it was nothing more than a contract until the man kept spoiling her, and her heart gave a single, irreversible flutter.
To Rowena Grayson, Lucian Holmes was salvation, a warmth she’d never known.
To Lucian Holmes, Rowena Grayson was an obsession carved into his bones no one was allowed to touch even a hair on her head.
Outsiders whispered that Mr. Holmes had fallen under some spell, hiding a beauty in a gilded cage.
Only Lucian Holmes knew the truth: he wanted to keep Rowena Grayson hidden forever his little kitten was not to be coveted by anyone.
