My Review: Not So Temporarily Married by Fiona Davenport

My Review:  Not So Temporarily Married by Fiona DavenportNot So Temporarily Married by Fiona Davenport
Publication Date: November 28, 2016
Genres: Office Romance
Amazon

Synopsis

Zoe Elliot has resisted Landon Heath’s advances, only because he’s her boss and she needs her job to keep her work visa. But when she’s in danger of being deported, she agrees to his crazy suggestion of getting married… temporarily, of course.

Landon wants the beautiful Canadian for his own, and he’s not above using her situation to tie her to him—permanently. He knows he has to move quickly, before she realizes they’re not-so temporarily married.

My Review

Not So Temporarily Married is a new quick story by Author Fiona Davenport.

Zoe has just found out some news that has her reeling. Landon has wanted Zoe since she first began working for him. But, she refused to date anyone, only wanting to focus on her work. Now, Landon may be her only source for surety in remaining at her job.

“I was holding my whole world in my arms and I would do whatever it took to make sure she stayed there.”

I loved this short, sweet, and HOT read. It had great characters, fun scenery, and a fluid plot. Zoe and Landon were too cute together. Reading their dialogue, I could imagine every part: the sexy and sensual as they made love to one another, the flirtatious banter that made me laugh, and their sincere moments of passion that caused a flutter in my heart.

No So Temporarily Married was hot and steamy, toasty and dreamy. It was a feel good, refreshing, give me big love kind of read. A perfect delight.

4.5 Stars

Excerpt

I dug through the pile and found the envelope she was referring to at the bottom. It was impossible to miss with US Citizenship and Immigration Services listed on the upper left corner.

“Crap. Crap. Crap,” I chanted to myself as I tore it open. Then it turned to “fuck, fuck, fuck” as my heart dropped. I read through the letter quickly the first time around, and then much more slowly to make sure I wasn’t misunderstanding what it said. Unfortunately, the meaning didn’t change the second time around.

“I’m fucked,” I groaned.

“Not yet you aren’t,” Landon growled from the door as he barged into my office and slammed it shut. “If you were, I’d know it because I’d be the one doing the fucking.”

His raspy voice slid over my skin and heated it. Just the sound of him talking had my panties wet, and I’d been avoiding him all this time because I’d thought he’d be the reason why I had visa problems.

“All those wasted opportunities,” I muttered.

“Not wasted,” he corrected. “Foreplay.”

“I don’t have time for this right now, Landon. Not when my whole world is falling apart,” I cried, waving the letter in the air.

“You sound as bad as Samantha did when she told me to get my ass in here.” He tore it from my hands, and I dropped my head to my desk while he read through the letter.

“It’s just an additional interview, Zoe,” he said soothingly, in a failed attempt to calm me down.

“My visa was approved by an immigration officer at the border two months ago. It was easy peasy. I showed him my TN visa application letter, my bachelor’s degree, and my passport. I answered some questions about how long I planned to stay in the country. About how often I planned to go home to see my family. Boom, I was approved. Which means they shouldn’t have any additional questions for me,” I retorted as I jumped to my feet and paced back and forth. “Except, someone apparently has it in for me since they received a tip that I lied about my intent to stay here for only three years. Who would do something like that?”

“Calm the fuck down,” he ordered, as though it was that simple.

“Calm down?” I parroted. “That’s easy for you to say since you’re not the one in danger of being deported!”

“Neither are you.”

“I beg to differ”—I stormed towards him and jabbed my finger in his chest, absently noticing how firm it was—“since an appointment at an immigration field office sure sounds like the start to yanking my work visa to me.”

“You know what?” he drawled. “Don’t calm down. Feel free to freak the fuck out because in the end that will work out even better for me.”

“What in the heck are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you and me, Zoe. You’ve been denying what’s happening between us for two, fucking long as hell months,” he growled, his eyes lit with determination. “You’ve used your work visa as an excuse to keep yourself away from me. Well guess what, Blondie? Giving in to me is your way out of this mess.”

“I still have absolutely no idea what you mean. Maybe you can dumb it down for me since I’m blonde and all,” I muttered sarcastically, not a big fan of his nickname for me.

“Fine,” he bit out. “I’ll make it as simple as one word—marriage.”

“What? No,” I gasped. “We haven’t even been out on a date!”

“And whose fault is that?” he countered. “It certainly wasn’t for a lack of trying on my part. If I’d had my way, you wouldn’t have a single doubt about how damn serious I am.”

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