MORE THAN LOVE YOU

I made her my temporary wife. Now I'll do anything to claim her forever. I’m Noah Weston—MVP quarterback and seasoned player. Though I’m retiring from America’s most iconic team a football hero, a secret threatens my well-planned future. To regroup, I escape to my private ocean-front paradise. But property caretaker Harlow Reed destroys my zen with her sexy red bikini and sassy attitude. After discovering my problem, she offers to help…if I give her sweaty sex and nonstop orgasms. Since I’ve got game, what do I have to lose? Three months—that’s how long it should take for us to scratch this itch and solve my issue. But the more I peel back complicated Harlow’s layers, the less I can picture my life without her. When I learn how badly she’s been burned by love, I’ll do whatever it takes to prove I don’t merely want her. I more than love her enough to make her mine for good. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "I loved More Than Love You so much. The author is so good at pulling at my heartstrings and making me feel her words. She also never fails to have me turning up the A/C, even in the winter, with her very sensual sex scenes that have me feeling like a voyeur and loving every second of it.” – iScream Books Blog **More Than Love You is part of the Ruthless Devotion Contemporary Romance series, but every book can be read as a standalone. A HOT, romantic story with strong language, sexy times, no cliffhangers, and a guaranteed happily ever after!** ✔️ Instant download • Secure transactions • Read on any device Series: Ruthless Devotion Main Characters: Noah & Harlow Formats: eBook, trade paperback Word Count: 100k Page Count: 305 pages Prior Reading Necessary? No Tropes: Age-gap, Alpha Hero, Angst, Breeding, Famous Billionaire, He Falls First, Marriage Pact, Runaway Bride, Temporary Fling ❤️ Inside More Than Love You ❤️ “So you’ve heard the rumors? And you’re believing this woman who says I met her at a party and knocked her up without first talking to me?” “I’m not leaving because of you, Weston. Look, you’ve got your hands full, and frankly I don’t need more drama. I’m not mad. You met her long before me, so what you did with her in February is none of my business. I don’t think your mom is going to be thrilled that you’ve indiscriminately spread your DNA around, but…” She shrugs and reaches for her purse. “You’ll figure that out, I guess.” I wrap my fingers around her arm. “I am not your father. Or your ex. I didn’t do this.” She seems to lose some of her composure as she jerks from my grip. “Did you hear me? It doesn’t matter. I didn’t know you then. The truth is, I woke up this morning and realized I was done processing what happened a few days ago in the shower. I think this…fling means more to you than it does to me, and I’d rather not hurt you. So I’m going to do you a favor and leave. You’re going to be great. I left the names of some fantastic therapists on the island—both speech and psychological. You may need both since anxiety seems to be a real trigger for you. Any of these people would be really qualified to help you.” She gives me an entirely false smile as she gathers her luggage. “I wish you the best.” “This is bullshit.” I jerk the bags out of her hands as fast as she can pick them up. “You’re absolutely running away from me because you think I got that woman pregnant. You’re scared to trust that I’m not Barclay or Simon.” “No.” “Hell yes. Look at me, Harlow. When have I ever hurt you?” She presses her lips together mulishly and picks up her big suitcase again. I yank it from her grip. “When have I ever done anything except try to help you?” She doesn’t answer, just grabs her computer bag and hoists it onto her shoulder. I grab the strap in my fist and jerk it behind me. “Stop it!” she insists. “You stop,” I growl. “You’re not leaving, goddamn it.” “Oh, I’m not? So you’re going to keep me here against my will?” “I’m not letting you run out over nothing.” I lock the door behind me and lean against it, arms crossed. Harlow is determined, but compared to me? She can’t beat my size, strength, or persistence. “I’m not running out. I’m getting out of your way and getting on with my life. That’s it. So give me my bags and move so I can leave.” “Nope.” I shake my head resolutely. “You don’t get to do that. Did you forget? We have a contract. You’ve signed it. I’ve paid you. You’re obligated to stay here with me until Labor Day.” She’s a tiny thing, but her giant temper makes an appearance. “That’s how you want to play this? So you are my father, after all? Besides the illegitimate kid on the way, you fucking think you know how I should run my life better than I do and you don’t give two shits how I feel? Nice. Next you’ll be telling me that I’d be better off marrying well, too. Never mind my aspirations or ambitions… So who, in your estimation, should I whore myself to for a ring on my finger?” I won’t let her manipulate the situation or my composure when she’s only trying to push my buttons. “You want to marry well, baby? Marry me.” She scoffs and frantically grabs her luggage again, this time trying to scoop multiple pieces in her grip at once. “Yeah, right. That’s not going to happen.” I divest her of her bags again, earning a screech of frustration from her. “Give me one good reason why not,” I challenge. “Just one.” “Hand that over.” She reaches for her makeup case, but I set it behind me, too. “You want one good reason, Weston? Okay, you piss me off. We barely know each other and somehow you get under my skin and manage to scratch around and give me hives and—” I laugh. That’s not a reason to let her leave me. If I’m crawling under her surface and getting to her, that’s a reason to make her stay. “You think that’s funny?” she challenges. “No. But I think that makes us even. You get under my skin, too. You make me want you, make me need to understand you, hold you, heal you—” “I’m not broken!” She is, but not irreparably. “All right. But how many men have you dated you didn’t care about at all? Who let you walk all over them? Who couldn’t handle your backbone?” Her pause tells me the number is high, and she’s aware of it. “I can handle you.” “I don’t want a man who thinks he needs to try. When I agreed to marry Simon, I just wanted a decent guy to spend my years with, one who’d be there for me when it mattered. One who’d give me the children I want. I didn’t care about adoration or devotion, just kindness and the appearance of happiness. I still want those things. I don’t think you can give them to me.” “Try me.” She studies my face and frowns. “You’re serious?” “Completely.” “You’re crazy.” “You didn’t say you were looking for sane, baby. Marry me. You want a decent guy? I’m here. You want someone who will spend their years with you? I will. I’ll always be here for you. You want kids? I will happily get you pregnant. I’ll relish it. You might not care about adoration or devotion, but I’ll give you those, too. I’ll endeavor to be kind and do whatever it takes to make you genuinely happy, not just help you look as if you are. All you have to do is say yes.” “I’ve known you for nine days.” I shrug. “So? You listed off your wants, and I’m telling you I’ll fulfill them. What do you say, baby?” 📚 Start reading now