Title: The Billionaire Bargain
Author: Lila Monroe
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 22, 2015
Synopsis
Sexy Australian billionaire Grant Devlin is ruining my life. He exercises
shirtless in his office, is notorious for his lunchtime nooners, he even yawns sexily. If I didn’t need this
job so bad, I’d take his black Amex and tell him where to swipe it.
He doesn’t even know I exist, but why would he? He jets off to Paris with
supermodels, I spend Friday nights with Netflix and a chunk of Pepperidge Farm frozen cake—waiting
for his call. Because every time he crashes his yacht, or blows $500k on a single roulette spin in Monte
Carlo, I’m the PR girl who has to clean up his mess.
But this time, it’s going to take more than just a fat charity donation. This
time, the whole company is on the line. He needs to show investors that he’s settling down, and Step #1
is pretending to date a nice, stable girl until people forget about what happened with the Playboy
Bunnies backstage at the Oscars.
My plan is perfect, except for one thing:
He picks me.
Excerpt
You might think I’m exaggerating his attractiveness. I’m not. Picture a
handsome man. No, more handsome than that. Square that jawline, brush those brown curls with gold,
darken those blue eyes till they’re almost black, deep sapphire pools made for mooning over. Deepen
that voice till it’s like dark chocolate, and thread it through with a sexy chameleon accent—one second
so crisp and upper class it might almost be British, the second relaxing into long lazy vowels that
conjured up visions of him kicking back beers on a sunny Australian beach, surfboard planted in the sand
as he contemplated the rolling waves with a practiced eye. Strip away any hint of fat over that lean,
muscular sailor’s physique; evenly tan his smooth skin until he’s a bronzed Adonis.
For intrigue, add just a few scars on his powerful arms—sometimes a
wide-eyed young intern might ask where he got them, and he’d flex his arms and tell a completely
different story than he had the last time, each more improbable than the last. And whether it featured
great white sharks, modern-day pirates, or a knife-throwing bet, that wide-eyed intern would swoon
right into those arms, disappear at the end of the day into his limo, and moon around the office for a
couple of weeks, constantly checking their phones for texts that never came, until they quit or until
security had to boot them from the building for trying to ambush him outside of his office with pleading
love notes and recriminations.
But I’ve gotten off-topic. Back to your mental picture of a handsome
man. Now picture that an entire team of crack tailors working night and day to create the perfect suit,
cut to hang just right on his body, tight across shoulders you could build a house on and an ass that
belonged in an underwear commercial. Imagine the world’s greatest stylists converging upon him with
mousse and hairdryers until not a hair was out of place except the ones he intended to be,
each chestnut lock artfully tousled for maximum effect.
And then he smirks.
Now freeze that perfect, sexy, infuriating bastard at that exact moment
in time so that nothing ever musses him or ruffles his feathers or causes a single blip on the horizon of
his life, and you’ve got Grant Devlin.
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