by Sara Orwig
He needs a wife...fast. From USA TODAY bestselling author Sara Orwig!
To inherit his fortune, Marc Medina has a month to find a wife, which seems impossible. Until he discovers his gorgeous assistant is pregnant. Marrying her and providing for her child could be the perfect business deal...
Her boss’s proposal will secure her baby’s future. All Lara Seymour has to do is not fall in love. But Marc is sexy, kind and downright dangerous... Falling for her fake husband could ruin everything.
The Texan’s Baby Proposal is part of the Callahan’s Clan series.
“There’s more, Lara... I haven’t reached the part that includes you,” Marc said.
Startled and curious, Lara stared at him.
“I’ve only told you part of my grandfather’s demands. There’s another part. I’m to marry this month and stay married for one year.”
He reached across the table to take her hand, which was an action so unlike him that she nearly gasped. For a few seconds, she couldn’t speak. She could only continue staring at him.
“Don’t say anything until I’m through. You’re surprised, just as I was when my grandfather told me.”
While she heard his words, she was still focused on his hand wrapped around hers. It was warm, his grip light, yet the instant they touched, she tingled from head to toe.
Somehow, the touch of his hand had changed their relationship. She was certainly more aware of him as a man. And that awareness made it impossible to find words for a response.
He continued, “I want to see if I can make a deal with you...and make you my wife.”
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The Texan’s Baby Proposal is part of the Callahan’s Clan series—
A wealthy Texas family finds love under the Western skies!
Dear Reader,
How strong are the ties between grandparent and grandson or granddaughter? When I taught in the English department at a local university, I had a class on writing autobiographies. My students ranged in age from college freshmen to people who had retired and were taking college classes. I was surprised that the majority of students wrote about a grandparent as the most influential person in their lives. Maybe the reason I have grandparents in many of my books is because for all the early years of my life, I was close with my grandparents. Sometimes the love between grandparent and grandchild is one of the strongest of family ties, and that bond is the catalyst in this story to bring about life-changing events.
In order to fulfill his beloved grandfather’s last wishes and gain a large inheritance, multimillionaire oilman and rancher Marc Medina opts for a marriage of convenience. This story is about two people who work together, deciding to take a chance on a paper marriage. When they wed and are out of the workplace, they discover new facets in each other. Set against the background of metropolitan Dallas and a cattle ranch in central Texas, this is the fourth story about the millionaire Callahans of Texas, their loves, their secrets and their friendships.
Thank you for your interest in my book.
Best wishes,
Sara Orwig
Sara Orwig
The Texan’s Baby Proposal
Sara Orwig, from Oklahoma, loves family, friends, dogs, books, long walks, sunny beaches and palm trees. She is married to and in love with the guy she met in college. They have three children and six grandchildren. Sara’s 100th published novel was a July 2016 release. With a master’s degree in English, Sara has written historical romance, mainstream fiction and contemporary romance. Sara welcomes readers on Facebook or at saraorwig.com.
Books by Sara Orwig
Harlequin Desire
Lone Star Legends
The Texan’s Forbidden Fiancée
A Texan in Her Bed
At the Rancher’s Request
Kissed by a Rancher
The Rancher’s Secret Son
That Night with the Rich Rancher
Callahan’s Clan
Expecting the Rancher’s Child
The Rancher’s Baby Bargain
The Rancher’s Cinderella Bride
The Texan’s Baby Proposal
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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Excerpt from Little Secrets: Claiming His Pregnant Bride by Sarah M. Anderson
One
September
Facing a problem he never thought he would have, Marc Medina sat in his spacious Dallas office on a Tuesday evening and, through his open door, watched Lara Seymour, his executive secretary. It was almost an hour after closing time, but she had a six-o’clock appointment to talk to him. He knew she would appear promptly at six, not a minute early, not a minute late. He wondered what problem she had and hoped she wasn’t planning to quit because she was the best secretary ever.
And the best looking.
He stifled that line of thought. CEO and President, Marc had built this company, Medina Energy. He had a policy of never dating a coworker, never getting emotionally involved with one, never flirting with one. Instead, he maintained a professional relationship at all times. Nothing would make him deviate from that policy, especially now that he was widowed.
Of all the women he had worked with, Lara was the biggest temptation. She was the only one he was keenly aware of as a woman. Still, their relationship had never gone beyond business friendly.
His thoughts returned to his ailing grandfather and his ultimatum to Marc—marry within this month and live on his grandfather’s ranch for one year. If he did so, Marc and his mother stood to gain a large inheritance of mineral rights and producing wells, and he stood to gain the ranch. Marc wanted that inheritance and he wanted his mother to get hers, as well.
Knowing his grandfather, Marc was sure the old man figured that, since Marc dated some very beautiful ladies, he’d have no trouble getting a wife right away and then settling on the ranch. Marc knew what his grandfather ultimately wanted. Rico Ruiz’s doctors had given him a limited time to live and he was no doubt making arrangements for his two greatest loves—his wife and his ranch. With Marc running the ranch, Rico would be reassured that his wife, Marc’s grandmother, could live there in the house she was accustomed to for the rest of her days and Marc would care for her.
His grandfather had always thought Marc should live on the ranch. He thought Marc loved that life more than the corporate world, but as much as Marc did, he wasn’t quite ready yet to be a rancher. He was sure his grandfather thought he knew what was best for his grandson. Marc loved the old man and he wanted to make his last days happy, so he’d try to do what his grandfather wished, but...
Where in blazes would he get a wife in a month? One he could tell goodbye later and dissolve the marriage.
That was the big cat
ch. He didn’t think any of the women he dated would want to marry and then split. He couldn’t think of one woman friend he’d want to live with, even at the ranch where they had lots of space. He glanced at a short list of names on his desk. Each one already had a line drawn through it.
His attention was diverted as Lara passed the open door again. There went someone he could have around for one year. As a secretary, she was a huge help and yet she stayed in the background, usually barely noticeable, but always there when he needed her. Pity he couldn’t ask her. He looked at his list of names again and wrote down another one, crossing it out as soon as he finished writing.
Searching his memory for anyone else, he glanced at Lara, who was seated at her desk putting something in a drawer. He suspected she was coming to see him to turn in her resignation. At her interview a year ago she’d mentioned she was saving her money to go to medical school someday. At the time he’d dismissed her statement as wishful thinking, but after working with her, he now believed what she said. When Lara set her mind to something, she got it done—fast and efficiently.
She reminded him of someone else he knew. Marc glanced at Kathy’s picture on his desk and pulled it closer. “I miss you and need you,” he whispered, thinking about his pregnant wife who’d died in a plane crash fourteen months earlier. It still hurt like hell to be without her. In that crash he lost his wife and his baby. Kathy had been two months pregnant.
He shifted his thoughts back to his ailing grandfather—another big, painful loss that was coming in his life. That made him think of his grandfather’s ultimatum—or bargain, actually. Marc had two giant reasons for wanting to meet his grandfather’s criteria. The first reason was that he wanted the ranch and the inheritance that would benefit not only him but his mother.
The other big reason was that he loved the old man. His grandfather had been the father figure in Marc’s life since he was twelve years old and his dad died. Marc loved his grandpa and he wanted the man’s last days to be happy ones. He wanted that with all his heart—he just hadn’t known that would mean that he’d have to marry within a month.
“Damn,” he said aloud, shaking his head and wondering what he was going to do. The stakes were too high and he loved his grandfather too much to say no to his proposition. But where was he going to find the perfect “wife”?
A knock on the door called a halt to his rambling thoughts. He looked at the clock. Six on the dot. As usual, Lara was right on time.
“Come in.”
In a white cotton blouse with a tan tie at her throat and a matching tan skirt, she looked professional, tailored and so conservative she could easily fade into the background. In fact, there had been times she had to bring him papers during meetings and she had been barely noticeable, slipping in and out, a quiet, shadowy figure while so efficient at her job. Once again he hoped she wasn’t going to quit. He knew she’d had a recent broken engagement, but he had never talked to her about it other than to say he was sorry. She had thanked him and only said she and her fiancé had had differences of opinions on some major issues.
Lara closed the door and turned back to him. “What I have to say is private and very personal.”
He hid his surprise as he pointed at a chair in front of his desk. “Have a seat and tell me what’s on your mind.”
She had a graceful walk. Actually, she was damn attractive, with big blue eyes with amazingly thick, long lashes. She kept her dark brown hair in an upsweep; in fact, he’d never seen her with it down, falling free, but he imagined it was long and thick and luxuriant.
He gave her his full attention, curious about what was personal and important enough to warrant this meeting. She crossed her long legs, her tan skirt falling over her knees. She didn’t need prompting but immediately began to speak.
“I have a situation that eventually I’ll have to let everyone know about, but for now, it’s private. I’ll need to take some time off later.”
“Sure, Lara. Whatever you need. We can fill in until you return,” he said, relieved she wasn’t quitting her job.
Her cheeks became flushed, adding to her looks. She wrung her hands and looked at the floor. The reaction surprised him because he had never seen her lose her poise or appear upset. She hadn’t even appeared bothered by her broken engagement.
“I’m dealing with things I never had to deal with before and never expected to have happen in my life,” she said, looking away as if lost in thought. “This is something I just never expected to have to discuss with my employer.”
“Short of quitting your job, I doubt there’s anything you really need to tell me. Unless you need help of some kind.”
She gave him a fleeting smile that was gone in an instant as she shook her head. “Oh, no. I don’t need your help. Maybe just a little patience and understanding,” she said with a tiny twist of her lips that she may have meant to be a smile.
“Lara, just say what it is. I’m not going to get angry. You’re a great secretary.”
With a deep breath she turned back to face him. “This is so hard, but I feel you should know.”
“Go ahead and tell me if you think I should know,” he said gently, wishing he could ease her discomfort.
She tightened her entwined fingers until her knuckles went white. “Oh, my,” she said, looking away from him. When she turned back, her blue eyes gazed directly at him in a wide-eyed stare as she said bluntly, “I’m pregnant.”
She drew in a deep breath and surged forward. “We didn’t expect this to happen and Leonard Crane—my fiancé—really did not like it, so that’s why we’re no longer engaged.” She paused a millisecond and went on.
“You see, my ex-fiancé didn’t want children for a long time yet. He wanted me to get an abortion and I—well, I can’t do that. I want my baby,” she said with a note of fierce determination in her voice that startled him.
Marc understood now why she was so upset. No matter how much she wanted her baby, an unexpected pregnancy had to push her life off course. Lara was in such perfect control of every facet of her job and helped him keep control of his. She was efficient, intelligent, orderly, capable, dependable, driven. In fact, he was surprised that anything unplanned had occurred to her, especially a pregnancy.
He resisted the temptation to let his gaze drift over her figure, but he knew from the past few days of seeing her move around the office, she didn’t show her condition at all. She was tall, probably five feet ten, and she was still slender.
“Is there anything I can do to help you?” he asked. He wondered if Lara needed money or a different place to live. He wondered if she had family to rely on. They had worked closely together and he thought a lot of her. He’d do whatever he could to help her and her baby.
She merely shook her head and gave him a small, forced smile to reassure him she was okay. Instead, it only made him aware of her good looks again.
And that’s when the thought hit him. Lara had a dilemma...and he had a dilemma. She was pregnant, working to support herself and to save for her education. He needed a temporary wife to win his inheritance. Perhaps he had a solution to help them both out...
Would she be a candidate for a marriage of convenience?
He had no doubt Lara would be willing to dissolve the marriage later. That was the best thing of all. She had her own agenda, plus the drive, the willpower and the stamina to stick with it. In a temporary marriage of convenience, she wouldn’t make demands on him or expect him to fall in love. He couldn’t. His heart was still with his wife. He hadn’t gotten over her loss and he wasn’t ready for another relationship.
He’d been able to work closely with Lara for a year without ever crossing that line and getting personal. He knew he’d be able to keep their relationship the same as it had been.
In the meantime, he could give her the financial support that would take away a lot of her
worries about her baby.
Yes, the more he thought about it, the more appealing the idea became.
He wasn’t aware she was even speaking until she shifted in her seat and drew his attention.
“If I continue to feel good, I’ll work until it’s time for my baby, if that’s all right with you.”
“It’ll certainly be fine with me. You take the time you need for leave,” he hoped he said. His thoughts were still on the prospect that she actually might be a good candidate for a short-term marriage. Again, he thought about that awareness he had of her as an attractive woman. Would that make it more difficult to keep his distance in a marriage of convenience than it had in the office? He didn’t think it would.
The more he mulled over the thought, the more he knew. Lara Seymour was the answer to his dilemma.
He tried to pay attention as she talked about her plans, but his thoughts could not be corralled. He was so sure of his plan that he wanted to pose the offer right away. But he couldn’t do that here in the office. No, he’d rather get his offer lined up in his own thoughts and ask her to dinner to tell her. Somewhere private where they would not be interrupted.
“I’m only in my second month, actually not far into my second month, so this is very early. I’d prefer not to announce this to the office, which is why I wanted to see you after hours.”
“Of course. I won’t mention it. I appreciate you letting me know, even though I won’t need to get someone to fill in for you for months yet.”
“I thought it only fair to tell you now. So far I feel fine, so that’s good.”
“That’s very good,” he said, smiling at her. “Lara, you don’t need to answer if you don’t want to, but I really know nothing about your private life. Do you have family here who will be with you?”
She gazed at him with a solemn look that was so unlike her, he was startled. She shook her head. “I have friends. I don’t have relatives. My mom died of leukemia when I was eighteen. I had an older sister who died of acute leukemia when she was seven. My dad walked out when I was a little kid. I don’t remember him or know him. There are no relatives.”
