Never trust an O’MalleyFor Ally Cabrerra, those were words to live by. But did Troy O’Malley have to be so darn irresistible? Now the sexy cowboy believes the night they’d shared had resulted in the start of a family. And he insists on doing the honourable thing…For years the O’Malleys tried to get their land back from her family, so Ally realises that a short-term convenient marriage could be a win-win – she gets to claim her inheritance and Troy gets to stake his claim. Although the longer he holds Ally in his arms, the less Troy wants their temporary arrangement to end…
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Sandra Paul. The Pregnant Proposition
“I, Allyson Eileen Cabrerra, take thee Troy Michael O’Malley, to be my lawfully wedded husband …”
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THE PREGNANT. PROPOSITION
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three “When evaluating a bull for stud, after testicle size, the next item to consider is the behavioral health of the animal. Is he unwontedly distracted by males in the vicinity?
Chapter Four
Chapter Five “Make sure the breeding ground is flat and free of obstruction. Warning to the reader: If the bull has to struggle for balance, injury may result.” —Successful Breeding: A Guide for the Cattleman. Caught unprepared, Ally wanted to argue. But with Troy’s lips pressed to hers, all she could manage was “Mmmph?” Alarmed by her racing pulse, she lifted her hands to push him away … then hesitated as his warm, dry lips rasped gently across hers. She remained still, fingers splayed against his broad chest, as he repeated the caress, brushing his mouth back and forth over hers, again and again. Bemused, her eyes drifted shut
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
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It wasn’t until the judge said the words that sealed the deal —“I now pronounce you husband and wife”— that Troy finally released the breath he’d been holding, and turned to take Ally in his arms. The judge hadn’t instructed them to do so, but it suddenly seemed important to kiss her. To publicly demonstrate to everyone that Ally — and the baby she carried — were now his.
He settled his mouth firmly on hers. He didn’t intend to make a big production of it … but she felt so damn good pressed up against him; her lips were so soft, she tasted so sweet, he forgot his noble intentions.
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Ally wasn’t sure she agreed. She planned to talk to Cole as soon as possible concerning the decisions he’d made—without consulting her, thank you very much!—about Bride’s Price. But for the next two hours she was too busy playing hostess, serving up the tuna-and-pea casserole Emma Mae had brought and making sure everyone had plenty of coffee and second helpings of Sue Ellen’s famous peach cobbler, to even try to catch Cole alone.
After eating, everyone remained in the big kitchen talking around the scarred mahogany table that had once been Ally’s mother’s pride and joy. Glad the meal was over, Ally pushed her chair from the table and stretched out her legs, slouching as a wave of weariness swept over her.
