Adrian Cross doesn't believe in luck. At forty-five, the commercial real estate developer has earned his reputation as the most reliable man in Portland—dependable, disciplined, and utterly alone. When his father's will demands he be married to inherit the family company, Adrian has forty-seven days to find a wife.
Their solution is a marriage of convenience. Forty-seven pages of legal terms. Separate bedrooms. No emotional entanglements. But as they navigate public galas, quiet evenings, and the unexpected intimacy of sharing a home, the contract begins to feel like something else entirely. The pasta left on the counter. The coffee beans she likes appearing beside his espresso machine. The way he holds her hand in the dark when her mother falls and she has nowhere else to go.
The Marriage Contract is a mature, slow-burn romance for readers who believe love isn't just for the young—and that the walls we build can always be taken down, one brick at a time.