'He'd worked his way up from street tough to millionaire. Now he aimed to furnish his mansion with a suitably stylish wife. No way did his plan include Riley Morrisset, the petite, curvy firecracker who creamed his Beemer, bit his hand and screamed bloody murder when she mistook him for a mugger!
So why did the sassy, struggling-to-make-ends-meet spitfire enchant him? Worse, why did he hire her as his live-in housekeeper, where she'd be underfoot, on his mind and teasing his libido as he pursued his perfect, polished bride-to-be? Maybe because life with Riley would be wild, wacky, wonderful and-Whoa! What was Benedict thinking?'