"Her father's will was positively medieval! Blue blood Courtney Tamberlaine had to select a blue-collar spouse - pronto - or lose her huge inheritance. Luckily, right on the Tamberlaine estate was a raw, earthy carpenter sweating to support his motherless little girl. Surely with Courtney's expert coaching, fiercely paternal John Gabriel would make a most convenient - temporary - mate.
Too bad Courtney didn't count on the toe-curling hunger her muscle-bound groom aroused in her. Or the achingly maternal urges his four-year-old pixie evoked. Had the Tamberelaine millions bout Courtney a husband and child... or sold her into heaertache."