The Millionaire Claims His Wife

By: Sandra Marton

A second chance to get your hands on this tempting millionaire from bestselling author Sandra Marton

Return to the marriage bed…

Millionaire Chase Cooper hasn’t seen his ex-wife Annie for years, but reunited at their daughter’s wedding, he unexpectedly finds her in his arms again on the dance floor. The embers of the intoxicating lust that led them down the aisle still burn brightly and Chase wants Annie in his bed again!

When their daughter gets cold feet about embarking on her honeymoon, Chase decides that to show her that love can endure, he and Annie will pretend they are getting back together! As the rekindled passion sizzles between them, could this be the reconciliation of the year?

Book two in The Wedding of the Year trilogy

Originally published in 1997 as The Divorcee Said Yes!





Dear Reader,





I have a confession to make: I love weddings. Fancy ones, simple ones—it doesn’t matter. I end up happily sniffling into a tissue each time. What could be more fun, I thought, than writing about a wedding? Writhing about three weddings, that’s what! Welcome to the sexy, funny, tender and exciting tales of three brides and three grooms who all meet at—that’s right—a wedding! Three books, three couples...three terrific stories. Here’s the second in the series. You’ll enjoy it, even if you haven’t read the first, The Bride Said Never!—though I hope you have.





Annie Bennett Cooper and her ex-husband, Chase, haven’t seen each other since their divorce five years ago. Now their daughter’s wedding brings them back together for an afternoon. I can manage it, each one thinks. But neither Annie nor Chase has figured on the things parents will do for the happiness of a child—or on the enduring passion that still sizzles between them in The Divorcee Said Yes!





Sit down, relax and enjoy the book. And remember to look for The Groom Said Maybe! next month. If you want to drop me a line, I’d love to hear from you. Write to me at P.O. Box 295, Storrs, Connecticut 06268. Please enclose a SASE for a bookmark and a reply.





With my warmest regards,







CHAPTER ONE

IT WAS HER DAUGHTER’S wedding day, and Annie Cooper couldn’t seem to stop crying.

“I’m just going to check my makeup, darling,” she’d told Dawn a few minutes ago, when her eyes had begun to prickle again.

And now here she was, locked inside a stall in the ladies’ room of a beautiful old Connecticut church, clutching a handful of soggy tissues and bawling her eyes out.

“Promise me you won’t cry, Mom,” Dawn had said, only last night.

The two of them had been sitting up over mugs of cinnamon-laced hot chocolate. Neither of them had felt sleepy. Dawn had been too excited; Annie had been unwilling to give up the last hours when her daughter would still be her little girl instead of Nick’s wife.

“I promise,” Annie had said, swallowing hard, and then she’d burst into tears.

“Oh, Moth-ther,” Dawn had said, “for goodness’ sake,” just as if she were still a teenager and Annie was giving her a hard time about coming in ten minutes after curfew on school nights.

And that was just the trouble. She was still a teenager, Annie thought as she wiped her streaming eyes. Her baby was only eighteen years old, far too young to be getting married. Of course, when she’d tried telling that to Dawn the night she’d come home, smiling radiantly with Nick’s engagement ring on her finger, her daughter had countered with the ultimate rebuttal.

“And how old were you when you got married?” she’d said, which had effectively ended the discussion because the whole answer—“Eighteen, the same as you, and look where it got me”—was not one you wanted to make to your own child.

It certainly wasn’t Dawn’s fault her parents’ marriage had ended in divorce.

“She’s too young,” Annie whispered into her handful of Kleenex, “she’s much, much too young.”

“Annie?”

Annie heard the door to the ladies’ room swing open. A murmur of voices and the soft strains of organ music floated toward her, then faded as the door thumped shut.

“Annie? Are you in here?”

It was Deborah Kent, her best friend.

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