Marrying the Enemy

Marrying the Enemy
Nicola Marsh

Jewellery designer and heiress Ruby Seaborn will do anything to save her family’s company from financial ruin. And she means anything.Including proposing a strictly-business marriage to diamond mine magnate Jax Maroney - the only man able to restore the Seaborn jewellery empire to its former glory! She needs his money, he needs her socialite credentials - it’s a win-win solution. And if they indulge in certain… fringe benefits of their marriage along the way, that’s fine.Because luckily Ruby’s heart is as unbreakable as the precious gems she works with… isn’t it?

How far would you go to save your family business?

Jewelry designer and heiress Ruby Seaborn will do anything to save her family’s company from financial ruin. And she means anything.

Including proposing a strictly business marriage to diamond-mine magnate Jax Maroney—the only man able to restore the Seaborn jewelry empire to its former glory!

She needs his money; he needs her socialite credentials—it’s a win-win solution. And if they indulge in certain...fringe benefits of their marriage along the way, that’s fine. Because luckily Ruby’s heart is as unbreakable as the precious gems she works with...isn’t it?

“Okay, you want them to accept your business, and I want my family business to survive intact. Maybe we should brainstorm a solution to our problems?”

Jax’s frown deepened. “Why? As you pointed out, we barely know each other. Why the hell would I discuss my private business with you?”

Ruby stared at him, something tugging at the edge of her consciousness.

He’d used the word proposal again... What if they could nut out a proposal to benefit them both?

The idea shimmered and coalesced, detonating like an ill-timed bomb and she gasped.

“What’s wrong?”

She glanced at his left hand.

“Are you married?”

“No.”

“Involved with anyone?”

His frown eased, that sexy grin back. “If this is your way of asking me out—”

“I’m not asking you out.”

She placed her palms against his chest, slid them across to his lapels and tugged him closer.

“I’m asking you to marry me.”

NICOLA MARSH has always had a passion for writing and reading. As a youngster she devoured books when she should have been sleeping, and later kept a diary whose content could be an epic in itself! These days, when she’s not enjoying life with her husband and son in her home city of Melbourne, she’s at her computer creating the romances she loves in her dream job. Visit Nicola’s website, www.nicolamarsh.com (http://www.nicolamarsh.com), for the latest news of her books.

Marrying the Enemy

Nicola Marsh

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

For my editor, Flo. Thanks for helping me polish this into a gem of a story.

(And for loving a good pun as much as I do!)

Contents

CHAPTER ONE (#uab13bf34-b7c5-562c-8f03-29b21a89d091)

CHAPTER TWO (#ue0270adc-c5a4-5e36-bea6-9db35a53214e)

CHAPTER THREE (#u859d7cd2-f3df-5243-b95e-61b5d40d9483)

CHAPTER FOUR (#u0fa61b14-461a-5a98-a0e2-f02eecdd00ce)

CHAPTER FIVE (#ua8864ebf-c1b3-52ea-affe-7c64157c08b5)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

EXCERPT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ONE

JAX MARONEY had traded clear outback skies for this.

The exclusive enclave of Armidale, home of Australia’s premier jewellers hosting Melbourne’s A-listers tonight, and he’d crashed the party.

Damn usurpers. They were more than rivals, they were the enemy. The enemy who’d deliberately ignored him tonight; who’d whispered and pointed and glared. The enemy he’d have to court to achieve his goal.

That irked. He didn’t give a damn what they thought of him personally but the fact he needed these people onside in the business arena...

Regret pinched his gut, tempered by an ever-present slow-burning anger against the one person who’d landed him in this predicament.