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  The Paparazzi Proposal

  Their one-night stand made the headlines. Now playboy Hendrix Harris decides marrying the lady in question will stop the rumors from derailing his family’s political ambitions. Rosalind Carpenter, with her pedigreed background, will make the perfect bride...and she drives him wild.

  But Roz will only say “I do” if they stay chaste until after the vows. The temptation may be more than he can stand...especially when he starts to fall for his wife.

  One Night Stand Bride is part of the In Name Only trilogy.

  This month, Harlequin Desire celebrates its 35th anniversary! Thank you, reader, for being a part of our story!

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  “No sex—with anyone. No scandals. Or no ‘I do.’”

  If no sex was important to her, how could he refuse? “Six weeks,” he said hoarsely. “While we’re engaged. Once we’re married, all bets are off.”

  “We’ll see. You and I don’t make sense together, Hendrix, so don’t pretend that we do.”

  She swallowed that sentence with a squeak as he hauled her out of the chair and into his arms for a lesson on exactly how wrong she was.

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  One Night Stand Bride is part of the In Name Only trilogy:

  “I do” should solve all their problems, but love has other plans...

  Dear Reader,

  I’m thrilled to celebrate the 35th anniversary of Harlequin Desire and even more thrilled that I was able to fulfill my dream of writing for a Harlequin line. I began reading Harlequin romances when I was ten years old and instantly fell in love. I was determined to one day write for one of the lines and I couldn’t have been more excited when I was given the chance to write for Harlequin Desire.

  Harlequin Desire has published so many wonderful authors over the years, and to say that I’m in good company would be a vast understatement. The stories are full of drama, excitement, passion and romance. I was even more fortunate to also participate in the 30th anniversary celebration in 2012 when the third book of my Pregnancy and Passion miniseries was published as part of the festivities.

  The best part of being a Harlequin author is interacting with the readers who love dramatic, sweet, tender and angst-filled stories just as much as I do. And it’s because of you, readers, that Harlequin Desire is still going strong after thirty-five years.

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  Kat Cantrell

  One Night Stand Bride

  USA TODAY bestselling author Kat Cantrell read her first Harlequin novel in third grade and has been scribbling in notebooks since she learned to spell. She’s a Harlequin So You Think You Can Write winner and a Romance Writers of America Golden Heart® Award finalist. Kat, her husband and their two boys live in north Texas.

  Books by Kat Cantrell

  Harlequin Desire

  Marriage with Benefits

  The Things She Says

  The Baby Deal

  Pregnant by Morning

  The Princess and the Player

  Triplets Under the Tree

  The SEAL’s Secret Heirs

  An Heir for the Billionaire

  The Marriage Contract

  Love and Lipstick

  The CEO’s Little Surprise

  A Pregnancy Scandal

  The Pregnancy Project

  From Enemies to Expecting

  In Name Only

  Best Friend Bride

  One Night Stand Bride

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  Dear Reader,

  Happy anniversary, Harlequin Desire! We’re celebrating thirty-five years of amazing books all month long, so don’t miss out on the great things in store for our loyal readers. It’s always been my dream to be an author for Harlequin, and you’ve helped make that dream a reality. Thank you, readers!

  I hope you’re enjoying the In Name Only series as much as I am. I love marriage-of-convenience stories, especially when the stakes are high, and what bigger stakes can there be than political ambitions?

  Our second book stars Hendrix Harris, playboy extraordinaire, who secretly longs to be part of something legitimate and real. He gets his chance when one illicit night in Vegas with Rosalind Carpenter threatens to blow his mom’s gubernatorial campaign sky-high. Marrying Roz to make the scandal go away is a no-brainer—as long as she doesn’t find out he’s doing it for his own reasons! Roz has her reasons for agreeing to this marriage, too, and only some of them have to do with clowns. Yes, clowns! No spoilers. Go read about one of my favorite heroines for yourself, and see how she dismantles Hendrix’s aversion to love that sprang from the tragedy he and his two friends endured their senior year in college.

  Stay tuned as the next book in the series, starring Warren, who’s the most resistant to falling in love of the three friends, comes to you soon. Find me online at katcantrell.com and let me know which of my stories you like the best so I can write more of those!

  Kat Cantrell

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from Billionaire Boss, Holiday Baby by Janice Maynard

  One

  The Las Vegas tourism department needed to change their slogan because what happened in Vegas did not stay there. In fact, what had happened in Vegas followed Hendrix Harris home to North Carolina and landed above the fold on every media outlet known to man.

  He wanted his money refunded, a spell to wipe the memories of an entire city and an aspirin.

  Though even he had to admit the photographer had perfectly captured the faces of Hendrix and Rosalind Carpenter. The picture was erotic without being pornographic—a trick and a half since it was abundantly clear they were both buck naked, yet somehow, all the naughty bits were strategically covered. A miracle that had allowed the picture to be print-worthy. It was a one-in-a-million shot. You could even see the steam rising from the hot tub.

  And thanks to that photographer being in the right place at the wrong time, Hendrix’s luck had run out.

  He’d fully expected his mother to have a heart attack when she saw her son naked with the daughter of the wealthiest man in North Carolina. Especially since Hendrix’s mother had warned him to keep his clothes on once she launched her gubernatorial campaign.

  Joke was on Hendrix. No heart attacks. Instead, his mother was thrilled. Thrilled that he’d gotten chummy with Paul Carpenter’s daughter. So thrilled that somehow she’d gotten Hendrix to agree that marrying Rosalind would fix everything.

  Really, this whole scandal was his fault, and it was on him to make amends, or
so he’d been told. The Carpenter family had old money and lots of influence, which provided a nice balance to the Harris new money.

  Grumbling in his head because he loved and respected his mother too much to do it out loud, Hendrix threw himself into the task of figuring out how to contact Roz. Their naked Vegas romp had been most definitely of the one-night stand variety. Now he would have to convince her that she loved his mother’s plan.

  Hendrix didn’t hate the idea of marriage, per se, not when it solved more than one problem. So it was now his goal to make sure a big fat yes was Roz’s response to the question Will you marry me?

  The only problem being that he hadn’t actually spoken to her since that night and they’d expressly agreed they wouldn’t see each other again. Minor detail. When he put his mind to something, rare was the obstacle that didn’t get the hell out of his way.

  Luck crept back onto his side. Roz hadn’t blocked all the web crawlers that posted her address to one of those seamy “find anyone for a price” sites. Hendrix had no qualms about throwing money at this problem.

  Hendrix drove himself to the building Rosalind Carpenter lived in on Fayetteville Street instead of taking a car. Arriving with fanfare before he’d gotten this done didn’t fit his idea of a good plan. After she said yes, of course there’d be lots of sanctioned pictures of the happy couple. And they’d be dressed.

  His mother hadn’t properly appreciated just how hard her son had worked to get his abs to look so centerfold-worthy. It was a shame that such a great shot of what had been a truly spectacular night with the hottest woman he’d ever met had done so much damage to Ms. Harris’s family values campaign.

  He charmed his way past the security desk because everyone liked him instantly, a fact of life he traded on frequently. Then he waited patiently until someone with the right access to Roz’s floor who was also willing to listen to his tale of woe got on the elevator. Within fifteen minutes, he knocked on Ms. Carpenter’s door.

  To her credit, when she answered, she didn’t even blink.

  He did.

  Holy hell. How could he have forgotten what she did to him?

  Her sensuality leaped from her like a tidal wave, crashing over him until he scarcely knew which way was up, but he didn’t care because surfacing was the last thing on his mind. He gasped for air in the wake of so much sensation as she tucked a lock of dark hair behind her ear. She pursed those lush lips and surveyed him with cool amusement.

  “You don’t follow instructions well,” she fairly purred, leaning on the door, kicking one foot to the side and drawing attention to the sexy slice of leg peeking out from her long flowy skirt.

  “Your memory is faulty,” he returned easily, a smile sliding across his face in spite of the reason for his visit. “I recall being an instant slave to your instructions. ‘Faster, harder, take me from behind.’ I can’t think of a single thing you told me to do that I didn’t follow to the letter.”

  One dark brow rose. “Other than the one where I said Vegas was a onetime thing?” she reminded him with a wry twist of her lips. “That there were reasons we shouldn’t hook up at home and you agreed.”

  Hendrix waved that off with a grin. “Well, if you’re going to get into specifics. Sure. That was the only one, though.”

  “Then I guess the only thing left to do is ask to what do I owe the pleasure?” That’s when she blinked. “Perhaps I should rephrase the question since I have the distinct impression this is not a social call.”

  No point in dragging it out when they were both to blame for the scandal and they both had a vested interest in fixing the problem. But he did take a moment to appreciate how savvy she was. Contrary to what the majority of women in the Raleigh-Durham-Cary area would argue, Hendrix did notice when a woman had assets outside of the obvious ones.

  Roz’s brain turned him on. She saw things—layers—that normal people took at face value. It was captivating. He still wasn’t sure why it had taken a trip to Vegas for them to hook up when they’d known each other peripherally for years.

  “You saw the picture,” he said.

  “Along with half of the eastern seaboard. But it’s been circulating for a week.” She slid a once-over down his body, lingering along the way like she’d found something worth noting. “Not sure why that would suddenly cause you to seek me out now.”

  The region under her hot gaze woke up in a hurry, galvanized into action by the quick, sharp memories of this woman under his mouth as he’d kissed, licked and tasted his way over every inch of her luscious body.

  “We’re definitely going to have to do something about your defective memory,” he growled as he returned her heat with a pointed glance of his own. “If you can look at that photograph and not want to immediately repeat the experience.”

  She crossed her arms over her filmy top that did little to curb his appetite. “Nothing wrong with my memory and I have no problem admitting that your reputation is well-founded. What’s not going to happen is a repeat. Vegas was my last hurrah. I told you that.”

  Yeah, she had. Repeatedly. While they’d been naked in her bed. And maybe once in the shower. It had been an all-night romp that had nearly caused him to miss his friend Jonas’s wedding the next morning. But Hendrix had left behind his delectable companion and made it to the chapel on time, assuming he’d never see her again, as instructed.

  His mother, Helene Harris, presumptive future Governor of North Carolina, had reset his thinking. It had taken a week to work through the ramifications and about that long to get him on board with the idea of a wedding as the antidote. But he was all in at this point. And he needed Roz to be all in, too.

  “Here’s the thing. The picture never should have happened. But it did. So we need to mitigate the damage. My mother’s people think that’s best accomplished by the two of us getting married. Just until the election. Then her people have agreed that we can get a quiet divorce.”

  Roz laughed and the silky sound tightened all the places that she’d affected so easily by sheer virtue of standing there looking lush and gorgeous.

  “Your mom’s people, Hendrix? That’s so precious.”

  “Like your dad doesn’t have people?” Carpenter Furniture ranked as one of the top-grossing businesses in the world. Her father had been the CEO since its inception thirty years ago. He had people.

  The mirth left her face in a snap. “My dad’s people aren’t spewing nonsense like a marriage to fix a nonexistent problem. This conversation is boring me and I have things to do, so if you’ll excuse me.”

  “Not so fast.” Hendrix stuck a foot in the door before Roz could slam it in his face. Time to change tactics. “Let me buy you a drink so we can discuss this like rational adults.”

  “Yeah. You and alcohol creates a rational atmosphere.”

  Sarcasm dripped from her tone and it was so cute, he couldn’t help but grin.

  “Aww. That was very nearly an admission of how crazy I can make you.”

  “And I’m done with this.” She nearly took off his foot with the force of the door closing but he didn’t yank it free, despite the pinch in his arch.

  “Wait, Roz.” He dropped his tone into the you can’t resist me even if you try realm. “Please give me five minutes. Then you can sever my toes all you want.”

  “Is the word marriage going to come out of your mouth again?”

  He hesitated. Without that, there was no reason for him to be here. But he needed her more than she needed him. The trick was to make sure she never realized that.

  “Is it really so much of a stretch to contemplate a merger between our families that could benefit us all? Especially in light of the photograph.”

  Her face didn’t relax, but he could tell he had her attention. Pushing on their mutual attraction wasn’t the ticket, then. Noted. So he went with logic.

 
“Can you honestly say you’ve had no fallout from our...liaison?” he asked. “Because I have or I wouldn’t be standing on your doorstep. I know we agreed no contact. I know the reasons why. Things changed.”

  But not the reasons why. The reasons for no contact were for pure self-preservation.

  He and Roz were like kindling dropped into a forest fire together. They’d gone up in flames and frankly, he’d done more dirty things in one night with Rosalind Carpenter than with the last ten women he’d dated. But by the time the sun rose, they were done. He had a strict one-time-only rule that he never broke and not just because of the pact he’d made his senior year at Duke. He’d vowed to never fall in love—because he’d been rejected enough in life and the best way to avoid all that noise was to avoid intimacy.

  Sex he liked. Sex worked for him. But intimacy was off the table. He guaranteed it with no repeats.

  Only at his mother’s insistence would he consider making Roz his onetime exception.

  “So this marriage idea. That’s supposed to fix the fallout? From where I’m sitting, you’re the reason for the scandal. Where’s the plus for me?”

  Like she hadn’t been the one to come on to him on the dance floor of the Calypso Room, with her smoky eyes undressing him, the conclusion of their evening foregone the second their bodies touched.

  At least she hadn’t denied that the photograph had caused her some difficulty. If she had, he’d remind her that somewhere around 2:00 a.m. that night, she’d confessed that she was looking to change her reputation as the scandalous Carpenter daughter. The photograph couldn’t have helped. A respectable marriage would.

  That fact was still part of his strategy. “Helene’s your plus. You’ll be the daughter-in-law of the next governor of North Carolina. I’m confused why you’re struggling with this.”

  “You would be.” She jerked her head toward him. “I’m morbidly curious. What’s in this for you?”

  Legitimacy. Something hard to come by in his world. His family’s chain of tobacco shops wasn’t a respected industry and he was the bastard son of a man who had never claimed him.

 
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