Loving the Bastard

To say Maximilian Roth was a cold hearted bastard was the understatement of the century. But at least he was a first rate bastard. Nothing but the best would do for him. Money, power, women€¦all of it was his for the taking. Then his father decided it was time for him to settle down and produce an heir for the business that had made them all exceedingly rich. The consummate bachelor had no desire to marry. Not when he could have any woman he wanted. Which is when he decided to arrange a marriage of the utmost convenience.

When Zeta Lawless is presented with Maximilian€s proposal, she€s not only stunned, she€s livid. Not only is she insulted and humiliated by the audacity of the most gorgeous man she€s ever seen, but her traitorous libido is curious to see if the sinfully sexy body he€s been graced with can live up to all the carnal delights it promises.

As Zeta struggles to find a common ground with Maximilian and make this unholy union work, Max is busy building barriers against her charm and intelligence which act as much to seduce him her luscious curves. But will Zeta€s determination or Max€s stubbornness win the day? Can one woman make Loving the Bastard worth all the effort?

EXCERPT:

€œYou have to know this is inevitable. I will have you, Zeta. All for my own.€

€œReally?€ Zeta hoped she managed to pull off a haughty look, but the breathless word she€d spoken probably ruined the effect. €œI thought we could have discreet affairs.€

It was Max€s turn to stiffen then. As if he€d only just realized the implications of what he€d said, he pushed himself off her, standing and taking a step backward. He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth once like he might be trying to wipe her taste from his lips before stumbling into the end table. That pulled him out of the lust-laden atmosphere and crash-landed him back to reality if his expression was any indication. He looked furious, like it was all her fault. Then his face blanked, the businessman completely in control of his environment. One simply biding his time to move in for the kill.

€œNaturally,€ he replied, though not as smoothly as Zeta suspected he wanted to. €œBut only after you€ve conceived my heir, and the paternity has been fully tested. After that, be my guest.€

Max marched out of her suite, back stiff, head held high. Deep inside, Zeta knew this was a mistake. Not in the war she waged to crack Max€s icy exterior, but in the battle to keep her heart in check. She€d just seen a side of him she suspected no woman ever had. He€d looked at her with longing and unfettered lust in his gaze. Lust laced with a need so great it bordered on pain. He€d wanted her with every fiber of his being for about a minute. The only thing that had stopped him was her reaction. Otherwise, they€d be naked and fornicating in the living room.

He€d held her so tightly! Wrapping his arms around her like he€d never let her go. Maybe that was normal for him, but didn€t most men use one hand to€¦grope? Not Maximilian. He€d wrapped her up in a cocoon of male muscle and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.

So what did she do now? More importantly, how did she proceed without losing herself in the process?