Not So Temporarily Married – Fiona Davenport

Ok you can’t go wrong with these ladies in their writing. Zoe is a very talented interior designer living in the US on a working visa, she is from Canada. Everyday her very attractive boss Landon asks her on a date. She politely declines each time. Then one day she receives a letter from immigration office stating things have changed for her working visa. Landon comes in and goes beyond is boss responsibilities, offers her a chance to be his.

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They whisk off to Vegas for one lovely wedding. Landon thought of all the details that Zoe would want, down to the colors of her bouquet. He has been watching her for months learning her quirks. Landon wants this to be permanent, not just for two years. Landon and Zoe embark in a romance of lust to love and vow this to be forever.

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ABOUT FIONA DAVENPORT

Hello! My name is Fiona Davenport and I’m a smutoholic. I’ve been reading raunchy romance novels since… well, forever and a day ago it seems. And now I get to write sexy stories and share them with others who are like me and enjoy their books on the steamier side. Fiona Davenport is my super-secret alias, which is kind of awesome since I’ve always wanted one.

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EXCERPT

I dug through the pile and found the envelope she was referring to at the bottom. It was impossible to miss with US Citizenship and Immigration Services listed on the upper left corner.

“Crap. Crap. Crap,” I chanted to myself as I tore it open. Then it turned to “fuck, fuck, fuck” as my heart dropped. I read through the letter quickly the first time around, and then much more slowly to make sure I wasn’t misunderstanding what it said. Unfortunately, the meaning didn’t change the second time around.

“I’m fucked,” I groaned.

“Not yet you aren’t,” Landon growled from the door as he barged into my office and slammed it shut. “If you were, I’d know it because I’d be the one doing the fucking.”

His raspy voice slid over my skin and heated it. Just the sound of him talking had my panties wet, and I’d been avoiding him all this time because I’d thought he’d be the reason why I had visa problems.

“All those wasted opportunities,” I muttered.

“Not wasted,” he corrected. “Foreplay.”

“I don’t have time for this right now, Landon. Not when my whole world is falling apart,” I cried, waving the letter in the air.

“You sound as bad as Samantha did when she told me to get my ass in here.” He tore it from my hands, and I dropped my head to my desk while he read through the letter.

“It’s just an additional interview, Zoe,” he said soothingly, in a failed attempt to calm me down.

“My visa was approved by an immigration officer at the border two months ago. It was easy peasy. I showed him my TN visa application letter, my bachelor’s degree, and my passport. I answered some questions about how long I planned to stay in the country. About how often I planned to go home to see my family. Boom, I was approved. Which means they shouldn’t have any additional questions for me,” I retorted as I jumped to my feet and paced back and forth. “Except, someone apparently has it in for me since they received a tip that I lied about my intent to stay here for only three years. Who would do something like that?”

“Calm the fuck down,” he ordered, as though it was that simple.

“Calm down?” I parroted. “That’s easy for you to say since you’re not the one in danger of being deported!”

“Neither are you.”

“I beg to differ”—I stormed towards him and jabbed my finger in his chest, absently noticing how firm it was—“since an appointment at an immigration field office sure sounds like the start to yanking my work visa to me.”

“You know what?” he drawled. “Don’t calm down. Feel free to freak the fuck out because in the end that will work out even better for me.”

“What in the heck are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you and me, Zoe. You’ve been denying what’s happening between us for two, fucking long as hell months,” he growled, his eyes lit with determination. “You’ve used your work visa as an excuse to keep yourself away from me. Well guess what, Blondie? Giving in to me is your way out of this mess.”

“I still have absolutely no idea what you mean. Maybe you can dumb it down for me since I’m blonde and all,” I muttered sarcastically, not a big fan of his nickname for me.

“Fine,” he bit out. “I’ll make it as simple as one word—marriage.”

“What? No,” I gasped. “We haven’t even been out on a date!”

“And whose fault is that?” he countered. “It certainly wasn’t for a lack of trying on my part. If I’d had my way, you wouldn’t have a single doubt about how damn serious I am.”

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