Harding Brothers

Dear J, They were the shade of midnight blue. The last place I expected to see my old college love, Jude Harding, was in the local laundromat four years after I fled the city to escape him. Heir to Boston Royalty. Rich beyond comprehension. And a mouth I couldn't help but fall for. Jude was everything I'd always wanted and more… until life viciously and unexpectedly tore us apart. So, when he catches me arguing with a washing machine for mercilessly eating my quarters, I can't escape quickly enough. Unfortunately for me, Jude isn't going anywhere anytime soon, and before I realize what's happening, he's the man hired to renovate my new business. The same man I've been desperate to get over for years, yet can't, despite my efforts. But business is business, after all, and we have to work together and not allow our troubled past to get in the way. All I have to do is remember the pain I felt when he chose to please his father over forever with me all those years ago because if I don't, everything I've risked to rebuild my life will come undone. I don't trust myself around Jude. I never will. The truth is I've always loved him, and I always will… despite every gorgeous lie he ever told.

Lennon Harding, heir to his father's billionaire law firm, could have had anyone. But he chose me. Well... not quite. On my nineteenth birthday, he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. Six years later, while his family tried to screw over mine, he'd looked at me as if we'd never met. Now, at his father's funeral, Lennon learns inheriting the Harding legacy won't come without a price. So, when he proposes the idea of me becoming his wife, I'm quick to turn him down. I'm no stranger to being used, and Lennon's proposal is no different, but when tragic news hits my family, I'm suddenly sprinting to meet him at the altar. Because I desperately need him now, almost as much as he needs me. But the more we settle into our roles of husband and wife, the harder I find it to ignore the feelings of our past reigniting. The way his lips feel against mine. The way his hands easily wander without thought. And before long, I'm starting to wonder if his whispers of sweet nothings have always meant as much to him as they have to me. But with a heart as dark as his, that isn't possible... is it? Sweet Nothings is an angsty, marriage of convenience/arranged marriage, billionaire romance.