Alexa Montague is mortified! She's had to call off her sister's wedding, and now the ruthless, arrogant groom, Santos Cordero, is demanding shy ugly duckling Alexa take her sister's place!The Montagues have stolen his money and his convenient bride, so Santos will enjoy taking Alexa instead. For Santos does notcannotlove. But his body burns for Alexa as it has for no other woman before. He'll keep her captive in his bed until she's begging to be his .
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January 31, 2009
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Excerpt from Cordero's Forced Bride by Kate Walker
If she was going to do this, then she had better get on with it, Alexa told herself firmly. In fact, she had better get on with itright now,she added fiercely, knowing there was no other way forward.Because the truth was that shedidhave to do this. Somebody had to, that was for sure. No one else was going to do it. And definitely not Natalie.Natalie would never have coped with this. She'd have given in, gone down under pressure, and she'd have ended up saying the exact opposite of what she'd come to saywhat sheneededto say.If Natalie had had to face Santos Cordero then she would have agreed to go through with this wedding she didn't want, just as she'd been agreeing to do right from the start. She'd go through with it and as a result she'd miss out on her chance of a real relationship, real love. No, Natalie was better being on her way to the airport and a new life.Leaving her older half-sister to tidy up after her. It was now Alexa's job to clean up, apologise, explain.That thought was enough to have Alexa's feet slowing as she moved away from where the car had just delivered her to the main door of the huge, elegant cathedral of Santa María de la Sede in the centre of Seville. Glancing upwards briefly, towards where the bell tower known as La Giralda was etched against the clear blue sky, she drew a deep, calming breath and squared her shoulders. At her back the crowd of paparazzi gathered to record the event called for her attention, and the flashing of cameras sounded like a fusillade of bullets, one she struggled to ignore as she climbed the couple of worn stone steps into the porch, her fingers reaching out for the heavy wrought-iron handle of the big, carved wooden door.'You're not getting trapped that way, Nat. Not any more.'She spoke the words out loud, shaking her head as she did so in an attempt to give them more emphasis, to make them mean more and have more effect. But even as she heard them she knew that they lacked the conviction she'd been aiming for. They weren't going to be able to give her the strength she needed to walk into the cathedral, announce what had happened and deal with the chaos that followed. And that was what she had to do. Because there was no one else.'Come on, Alexa. You know you have to do this!'Sighing with resignation, she accepted the truth as she forced herself forward again, curling her fingers around the big iron handle and gripping hard.There was no one else who could sort this out. If she didn't do something then the whole dreadful, ugly mess would stay just as it wasin fact it would probably get so much worse. The explosion was going to be nuclear as it was. All she could hope to do was to try to contain some of the fallout so that the repercussions were at least manageable.Nervousness made her palms damp so that her fingers slipped on the metal handle, foiling her first attempt to open the door.'Oh, damn it!'With nothing else available, she had no choice but to wipe her hands down the long skirt of her dress in an attempt to dry them off. The gesture did nothing for the appearance of the expensive pink satin, but then right now that was the least of her concerns. The ceremony that the dress had been planned for wasn't going to go ahead today after all, so it didn't matter at all what it looked like.Besides, the dress wasn't really her style at all. It was the sort of glamorous look that her stepmother had chosen for the society wedding she had always hoped for for her daughter, and Alexa knew that the colour wasn't the most flattering for her dark brown hair and hazel eyes. But that had been all right when she had believed that the wedding was what Natalie wanted. It was Natalie's day and nothing was going to spoil her half-sister's wedding, even if it was to a man that Alexa felt was not right for her.A wedding that was now no longer going to take place, Alexa reminded herself ruefully,