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Wife for a Week
Book One in the Bennett Family Series – Hallie
Wanted: Wife for one week
Nicholas Cooper needs to produce a wife for his Hong Kong business deal to go without a hitch, and Hallie Bennett is beautiful and intelligent enough to pull it off. She needs the money, and Nicholas swears he’ll be a perfect gentleman.
Rule #1: displays of affection in public only
Keeping their hands on each other in public turns out to be surprisingly easy. It’s keeping them off in private that becomes the problem.
And that’s not the only very inconvenient complication…
Humorous, lighthearted and endearing … and great passion too!
I really loved every character in this book, there just aren’t any not to like, which is rare for almost any book on the market. This is a wonderful talent that the author Kelly Hunter has. Her wit is *wonderful* and can’t be beat.
Online shopper, Amazon
WOW… thank you Kelly Hunter for another surprisingly lovely read. I loved the imagination of this story, the heat and especially the humor!
Give me a book filled with love, humor and intelligent characters any day….and that is just what Kelly Hunter’ s books do. Buy it, read it and savor it for as long as you can until reality rears its ugly head once again!
Ra RA Warrior, Amazon
HALLIE Bennett had been selling shoes for exactly one month. One long, mind-numbing month working solo at the exclusive little shoe shop in London’s fashionable Chelsea, and she really didn’t think she’d last another. Back in the storeroom she’d sorted every pair of shoes by designer, then model and finally by size. Out here on the shop floor she’d arranged the stock by colour and within the colours, by function. Dusting and vacuuming? Done. Serving customers? Not yet but hey, it was only midday.
Hallie picked up the nearest shoe, a pretty leopard print open-toed sandal with an onyx heel and tried to figure out why anyone would actually pay three hundred and seventy five pounds for a pair of them. She dangled it from her fingertips, turned it this way and that before finally balancing it on her palm.
‘So what do you think, shoe? Are we going to cram a sweet size six like you onto a size eight foot today?’
A quick jiggle made the shoe nod.
‘I think so too but what can I do? They never listen. These women wouldn’t be caught dead in a size eight shoe. Now if they were men it’d be different. As far as men are concerned, the bigger the better.’ The door to the shop opened, the bell tinkled, and Hallie hurriedly set the shoe back on its pedestal and turned around.
‘Darling, what a thoroughly daunting shop! I swear, until I saw you talking to that shoe I didn’t dare come in.’
The woman who had spoken was a study in contradictions. Her clothes were pure glamour and her figure was a triumph over nature considering that she had to be in her late fifties. But her wrinkles were unironed, her hair was grey, and her “darling” had been warm, possibly even genuine.
‘Come on in,’ said Hallie with a smile. ‘Look around. Trust me, they never talk back.’
‘Oh, you’re an Australian!’ said the woman, clearly delighted with the notion. ‘I love Australian accents. Such marvellous vowel sounds.’
Hallie’s smile widened and she spared a glance for the woman’s companion as he followed her into the shop, a glance that automatically upgraded to a stare because, frankly, she couldn’t help it.
As far as women’s fashion accessories went, he was spectacular. A black haired, cobalt eyed, dangerous looking toy who no doubt warned you outright not to bother playing with him if you didn’t like his rules. He was like a Hermes handbag; women saw and women wanted, even though they knew the price was going to be astronomical. And then he spoke.
‘She needs a pair of shoes,’ he said in a deep baritone that was Sean Connery and Russell Crowe and utterly sexy. ‘Something more appropriate for a woman her age.’
‘You’re new at this, aren’t you?’ muttered Hallie before turning to stare down at the woman’s shoes, a stylish pair of Ferragamo man-eaters with a four inch heel. They were a perfect fit for the woman’s perfectly manicured size six feet. They were fire engine red. ‘There is nothing wrong with those shoes,’ said Hallie reverently. ‘Those shoes are gorgeous!’
‘Thank you, dear,’ said the woman. ‘Why a woman turns fifty and all of a sudden certain people to whom she gave birth start thinking she should be wearing orthopaedic shoes is completely beyond me.’ The woman seemed to age ten years as wrinkles creased and unshed tears leached even more colour from eyes that would have once been a bright sparkling blue. ‘Your father would have loved these shoes!’
Ah. It was all starting to make sense. He of the indigo glare was the woman’s son and right now he was in big trouble. ‘Right,’ said Hallie brightly. ‘Well, I’ll just be over by the counter if you need me.’
He moved fast, blocking her escape. ‘Don’t even think of leaving me alone with this woman. Give her some shoes to try on. Anything!’ He picked up the open-toed leopard print sandal. ‘These!’
‘An excellent choice,’ she said, deftly plucking it from his hand. ‘And a steal at only three hundred and seventy-five pounds. Maybe your mother would like two pairs?’
His eyes narrowed. Hallie smiled back.
‘If only I had something to look forward to,’ said the woman with a sigh that was pure theatre as she sat on the black leather sofa and slipped off her shoes. ‘Grandchildren, for instance. I need grandchildren.’
‘Everyone needs something,’ said her son, looking not at his mother but at her. ‘What do you need?’
‘Another job,’ said Hallie, kneeling to fit the sandals. ‘This one’s driving me nuts.’ She sat back on her heels and surveyed the sandals. ‘They fit you beautifully.’
‘They do, don’t they.’
‘How do you feel about travel?’ he asked her while his mother preened.
‘Travel is my middle name.’
‘And your first name?’
‘Hallie. Hallie Bennett.’
‘Nicholas Cooper,’ he said and gestured towards the woman. ‘My mother, Clea.’
‘Pleased to meet you,’ said Clea, her handshake warm and surprisingly firm. ‘Nicky, she’s darling! She’s perfect! You need a wife, you said so this morning. I think we’ve just found her.’
‘Wife?’ said Hallie. Wife? That’d teach her to shake hands with strangers. Nicholas Cooper’s smile was lazy. His mother’s was hopeful. Probably they were both mad.
‘He’s loaded,’ said Clea encouragingly.
‘Well, yes.’ She could see that from the way he dressed. He was also far too amused for his own good. ‘But is he creative?’
‘You should see his tax return.’
‘I don’t know, Clea. I think I prefer my men a little less …’ What? She slid Nicholas Cooper another quick glance. Sexy? Wild? Gorgeous? ‘Dark,’ she came up with finally. ‘I prefer blonds.’
‘Well, he’s not blond,’ conceded Clea, ‘But look at his feet.’
He wore hand stitched Italian leather laceups. Size 12. Wide.
I started my author career with this story, and had a blast when it came to giving my heroine four overprotective older brothers. I embraced their alpha occupations and character traits with glee, never dreaming I might one day have to deliver on them.
I’d never deny that the plot for this story is Scooby Doo ridiculous. My knowledge of organised crime is sketchy at best and let’s keep it that way. But the food halls and little wayside restaurants … the specialty shops that lurk in half-forgotten corners … they exist.
Years after this story was first published, Harlequin Mira gave me the opportunity to expand this story by embellishing the secondary romance and fleshing out those pesky brothers. I added 30,000 words, and rewrote at least 20,000 words of the original-length story for better fit. This longer length offering is called The Trouble With Valentine’s and to date remains my longest book.
If you haven’t read either story, I suggest skipping Wife For A Week and kicking off with The Trouble With Valentine’s. The only trouble? It’s not available as an eBook in all markets.
The Trouble With Valentine's
UK & Aus editions only
Wife for a Week
Wife for a Week
Aus eBook edition