Marriage At A Price

Marriage At A Price
Miranda Lee

What did an independent, spirited woman do when her stud farm was deep in debt? Marry for money? Never! Courtney set off for Sydney in search of a silent business partner.Handsome investment broker Jack Falconer said he knew the right man for her. Courtney jumped at the chance only to find that Jack was that man and he had a deal to offer. He'd clear her debts if she would do something for him in return have his baby!

“It’s not charity I’m offering you. It’s a deal.”

“A deal,” Courtney repeated, dismay clutching at her heart.

Not love…

A deal…

“I will clear your debts if you do something for me in return.”

“For heaven’s sake, what?” It had to be something huge in return for three million dollars.

Jack looked worried for a second. “This might be a bit of a shock, coming so quickly after we’ve met. But I’m quite sure on my part. In fact, I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

“Jack, for pity’s sake, what?”

“I want you to have my child.”

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Marriage at a Price

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

EPILOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

COURTNEY knew, the moment she saw William Sinclair’s face, that her mother’s accountant had really bad news. He’d hedged over the phone when she’d asked him if Crosswinds was in financial trouble, saying he just needed to have a little chat with her, face to face.

Courtney hadn’t been fooled by that. Her mother’s cost-cutting measures these past couple of years had been obvious to everyone. Staff was down to a minimum. The fences had not been painted. Other repairs had been left undone. The place had begun to look shabby. Which wasn’t exactly good for business.

If Crosswinds was to compete against the lavish and very modern thoroughbred studs now gracing the Upper Hunter Valley, then it needed to look its very best.

When she’d pointed this out to her mother earlier in the year, Hilary hadn’t agreed. ‘What we need, daughter, is a new stallion. Not fancy stables.’

Which was also true. Four years earlier, when the stud had been doing very well, her mother had imported a classy Irish stayer named Four-Leaf Clover.

Unfortunately, the horse had contracted a virus and had died shortly after standing his first season at stud. His only crop of foals hadn’t been much to look at as yearlings, bringing such poor bidding at auction that Hilary had stubbornly kept most of them rather than let them go for less than they’d cost to breed.