I’m not usually a fan of the “he has to marry to keep his inheritance” trope, but I am a fan of Maggie Blackbird. His Proposition pulled me in immediately, and I could not put it down. Fresh, original, characters worth caring for, all sensitively woven into a plot that rises above the prejudices and stereotypes that are so rife in our western culture. You won’t want to miss this compelling story.
His
Proposition
by
Maggie Blackbird
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Her biggest dream’s offered on a platter,
but the clincher is, she has to marry a perfect stranger.
When her employer offers the no-nonsense Shannon Nadjiwon the position of chauffeuring Séamus Daugherty, she jumps at the chance. To work for one of Toronto’s most powerful families means she can make her biggest dream of owning a fleet of limos come true, something her female relations tooling away at her Ojibway community want badly for her, and she won’t let them down.
His reckless need for speed cost Séamus Daugherty his license. If he doesn’t marry,as demanded by his overbearing father, he will lose not only his lucrative job with the family business —the only positive aspect in Séamus’ gilded cage life—but everything Daugherty.
The unpretentious and gorgeous Shannon will make the perfect bride, and Séamus is ready to strike a deal with her. One that will ensure he keeps everything he holds dear if she puts a wedding ring on her finger. However, they face three big obstacles: His family, her family, and a marriage neither truly wants, leaving both wondering if the sizzling sexual chemistry and cozy rapport they share is enough to create a happily ever after.
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EXCERPT
“I see…” Well, what was she supposed to do? She couldn’t throw her life down the toilet because she felt sorry for a client. “Look, I feel bad about the predicament you’re in, but I’m your driver—”
“A driver whom I asked to marry me.” His gaze had turned to steel. Even his brows slanted inward.
“I can’t…” She coughed. “I can’t marry you. We don’t even know each other.”
“That’s because you won’t allow me the chance to know you.” He settled both hands on the table. “Allow me to get to know you. I can provide you with what you truly desire—your own town car for clients. Your own business.”
“Where are we going to get married? This place is a tourist resort.” Okay, what she’d said was dumb, but that was about all she was capable of uttering right now.
“Banff. I can procure a ring for you at a local jewelry proprietor. It’s simply a matter of visiting the town hall to obtain a marriage license.”
He was truly and utterly serious. She sagged in her chair and set both palms on her temples.
“Goodness, Shannon.” He chortled. “You look as if I asked you to rob a bank with me when I simply asked for your hand in marriage.”
Hearing her name on his lips again left a velvet-like tingling sensation on her skin. She glanced up. He continued to sit with both hands on the table, simply staring.
“Marriage is a serious commitment—”
“I think I know how serious of a commitment marriage is.” He finally lifted his filled glass and sat back. From the way he moved, he must have crossed his legs. His elbow rested on the arm of the chair. “There has never been divorce in my family, otherwise I think my mother would have left my father ages ago.”
“Is this why your father is strict about who you’ll marry?”
He grinned while sipping from his glass. “No. He prefers to keep with tradition. Every son and daughter of a Daugherty marries into another family from old money.”
“Then I think he’d have our marriage annulled,” Shannon pointed out—anything to stop this crazy conversation from going a step further.
“Never.” Séamus’ grin vanished. “He wouldn’t do anything to smear the Daugherty name. As I said—there has never been divorce in our family. Annulment isn’t an option, either. We are Irish Catholic.”
“You have a strong faith?” This took Shannon by surprise.
Séamus flicked his hand. “I attend Mass when I’m obliged.”
Well, his beliefs weren’t any of her business. No doubt his father ordered Séamus to attend service for special holidays and such. He was correct in one respect, though—his family’s outlook was from over a century ago.
“Now… I offered you your own business. What do you say? Yes?” He took another sip from his glass.
He was so nonchalant about everything. Maybe it came from being stinking wealthy and having whatever he wanted at his fingertips.
“Your father wouldn’t approve. I’m not Irish. I’m not Catholic. I’m not from this old money you speak about. I never even attended university. I’m Ojibway and from the rez. I follow the teachings of the Seven Grandfathers.”
“No, he wouldn’t approve, but I think you are perfect.”
“Perfect?” She shifted in the chair. “How?”
“You’re everything I would want to marry.” He motioned at the attendant. “Let’s eat first. We can discuss this further on the balcony.”
An Ojibway from Northwestern Ontario, Maggie resides in the country with her husband and their fur babies, two beautiful Alaskan Malamutes. When she’s not writing, she can be found pulling weeds in the flower beds, mowing the huge lawn, walking the Mals deep in the bush, teeing up a ball at the golf course, fishing in the boat for walleye, or sitting on the deck at her sister’s house, making more wonderful memories with the people she loves most.
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Nice cover. it sounds like a really interesting book. Thank you for sharing.
Yes, I love the cover, too – and it’s definitely a must read!
TY for sharing this and TY for the review. I’m glad you enjoyed the book 🙂
You are so welcome – congratulations on the release!