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The Millionaire's Prospective Wife (Dinner At 8)
Nick Morgan was way out of Cory's league. Wealthy, suave and devastatingly handsome, he was a legendary playboy who had women falling at his feet. If and when he decided to marry, surely his chosen wife would be blond and beautiful--not plain and sweet looking like Cory?
But, it seemed, Nick had set his sights on conquering Cory and was determined to have her at any cost. But, she had to wonder, was it really her that he wanted, or her innocence?
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January 01, 2007
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Excerpt from The Millionaire's Prospective Wife (Dinner At 8) by Helen Brooks
THE moment Cory let Rufus off the lead she knew it was a big mistake. The powerful Labrador cross golden retriever shot across Hyde Park like a bat out of hell, mothers whisking toddlers up into their arms at his approach and elderly couples leaping out of his way with a nimbleness they probably thought had been lost to them years before. Even the group of young people who had been ambling towards them clad in strategically slashed jeans and with piercings in seemingly every nook and cranny lost their cool aplomb, scattering with shrieks and cries which--on the whole, Cory was thankful to note--were good-humoured.
For the first minute or so of following in the dog's wake Cory shouted apologies to all and sundry, then, when Rufus showed no signs of slowing down, she kept her breath for running.
Why hadn't she listened to her aunt? Cory silently berated herself as she panted after the dog, wasting valuable breath every twenty yards or so by screeching his name. But Rufus had been so docile and obliging on the walk down Bayswater Road from her aunt's house, sitting at all the right times without being told and keeping to heel like an old pro. And the deep brown eyes had been so imploring once they'd entered the park, the doggy expression of longing as he'd watched other canines chasing balls and playing making her feel like the wicked witch of the west.
'Keep him on the lead, Cory,' Aunt Joan had warned as she'd seen them off at the door, her left leg encased in plaster due to a nasty fall a couple of weeks before. 'I can just about trust him to come back now but I don't know how he would react with someone else. He's perfectly friendly, of course, and just adores children and other dogs, but the original owners kept him confined all the time as well as neglecting him in other ways, as you know. The poor darling.'