EVERY MAN HAS HIS PRICE RIGHT?

Her father's will was positively medieval! Blue Blood Courtney Tamberlaine had to select a blue–collar spouse pronto or lose her huge inheritance. Luckily, right on the Tamberlaine estate was a raw, earthy carpenter sweating to support his motherless little girl. Surely with Courtney's expert coaching, fiercely paternal John Gabriel would make a most convenient temporary mate.

Too bad Courtney didn't count on the toe–curling hunger her muscle–bound groom aroused in her. Or the achingly maternal urges his four–year–old pixie evoked. Had the Tamberlaine millions bought Courtney a husband and child or sold her into heartache?