To Become A Bride

To Become A Bride
Carole Mortimer

From the first, Danie clashed swords with Jonas Noble, realizing that he was determined not to disclose the reasons for his dealings with her family.But Danie also found Jonas incredibly attractive, which made her plan to discover his motives all the harder to follow; the closer she got to Jonas, the more she fell in love! However, her heart was quietly breaking because of the secret she was hiding…a secret that would surely prevent what she really wanted: to become Jonas's bride…

“Have you ever been married?”

“Have you?” he came back smoothly.

“Certainly not,” she snapped.

“Why not?”

Danie frowned at his persistence. “Why haven’t you?”

He shrugged broad shoulders. “Simple enough. I haven’t found the right woman yet.”

“The right woman?” she repeated dazedly.

“Of course,” Jonas replied.

Danie stared at him. The right woman! Was he serious?

Jonas chuckled. “Don’t look so horrified, Danie,” he grinned. “I’m one of an old-fashioned breed, I’m afraid. One man, one woman. As long as—”

“She’s the right one,” Danie finished for him huskily.

Some women are meant to wed!

Meet the Summer sisters:

Harriet, Danielle and Andrea (or Harrie, Danie and Andie to their friends!). All three are beautiful, intelligent and successful, but they’ve always found their careers more satisfying than their love lives…. Until now!

None of the sisters are looking for love—but then destiny causes Quinn, Jonas and Adam to cross their paths.

Will these exceptional men pop the question?

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author

CAROLE MORTIMER!

Harrie’s story:

To Have a Husband

Danie’s story:

To Become a Bride

Andie’s story:

To Make a Marriage

To Become a Bride

Carole Mortimer

CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

EPILOGUE

PROLOGUE

‘MR NOBLE?’

He slowly opened one sleepy eyelid above an even sleepier, bloodshot eye. Only to raise the other eyelid, above an equally bloodshot eye, and find himself looking into the most amazing green eyes he had ever seen.

They weren’t the green he usually associated with eye colour, that faded colour that could look a hazelly grey, but the deep, deep green of a clear-cut emerald. High cheekbones sided a pert nose, the skin was clear and smooth, the mouth had a mischievous quirk to it even though it was unsmiling at this moment, and the chin pointed and raised determinedly.

The rest of the woman was harder to distinguish, Jonas realised a little irritably. A black baseball cap was pulled low over those amazing green eyes, her hair tucked neatly inside it, although the lashes that surrounded her eyes were dark and long. Black combat trousers were worn beneath a black fleece top, the latter zipped up to her creamy throat.

Obviously a young woman who liked to be taken seriously, he noted with amusement.