Blurb:
One
weekend—no strings, no expectations, and no commitments. On Sunday afternoon it
all ends, or does it?
No-nonsense
businessman Spencer Cannon has a dilemma. He’s headed to Connecticut for the
weekend to attend his cousin’s elaborate wedding. His whole family will be there
in addition to his obsessed ex-girlfriend Ava. According to Spencer’s brother,
Ava has been telling her friends she’s planning a magical reunion with her
favorite ex-boyfriend. Spencer’s not in the mood to deal with her, but he can’t
miss the wedding. He needs a plan.
Struggling
Brooklyn waitress and aspiring graphic designer Dakota Vercelli has fallen on
hard times. College debts, pending eviction, and her sick mother are taking a
toll on her. A chance encounter with Mr. Cannon, CEO of Cannon and Carrington
Advertising, leads to a proposition that may be just the thing to solve both of
their problems. Spencer’s offer—spend four days with him during the wedding
festivities and keep his ex off his trail. In return, he’ll compensate her
generously for her time. He needs a weekend girlfriend, and Dakota needs the
cash.
It
was just supposed to be a business deal, but after sharing a room, kissing
under the stars, and attending a wedding, their attraction is undeniable. Will
the illusion end when the weekend is over or is the proposition just the
beginning?
Content
Warning: contains mature language and graphic sexual content
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Excerpt:
“I
have a proposition for you.”
“A
proposition?” What could he possibly have to offer her?
“I
have to attend my cousin’s wedding this weekend. Actually, I have to leave
tomorrow afternoon. I don’t want to go alone for reasons I don’t wish to
discuss right now. I need someone to accompany me. I’m offering that to you.”
“And
you think I’m ‘to the point’?”
He
smiled but didn’t say anything. She couldn’t stand the silence. She wanted to
figure out his game. There had to be some sort of catch.
“You
want me to go to a wedding with you?”
“It’s
in Connecticut. I would require your services until Sunday afternoon. All of
your expenses would be paid, including a wardrobe which would be yours to keep
after the weekend.”
“You
need a date?”
“I
would need you to appear as my girlfriend.”
“Is
this a joke?”
“I
wouldn’t joke about something like this. I’ve thought the entire thing
through.”
“A
man who looks like you should have no problem finding a real girlfriend to buy
clothes for and flaunt in front of his family.” She thought for a moment.
“Unless there’s something wrong with you.”
“There’s
nothing wrong with me.” He raised his voice a bit. “I had planned on attending
alone but circumstances have changed. I’m in a bind and from what I gather, you
are too.”
Her
instincts screamed to run in the opposite direction. She’d never been the type
to fall for a scam. “I’m not interested in—”
“I’ll
pay you two hundred and fifty thousand dollars for your time.”
“What?”
Apparently a side of crazy came with those good looks.
“One
hundred and twenty-five thousand today, if you agree.” He pulled out a check
from the inside pocket of the jacket he had draped on the back of the chair. He
slipped the mint green paper across the table. “You’ll get the rest on Sunday
afternoon.”
“That’s
fifty grand a day.” She studied the check. It would take her years to make that
kind of money working these shit-end jobs.
“I’m
aware.” He nodded as if the money meant nothing. “I’m asking for your time, a
commodity I believe should be well compensated.”
Too
good to be true.
“Do
you make it a habit of paying women to be your girlfriend?”
“Pretend
girlfriend,” he reminded her. “You would be the first.”
“Why
me?”
“Does
it matter?”
“What
exactly do you expect me to do for that money?”
“I
told you.” He narrowed his eyes. “I need a date for a long weekend. Everyone
needs to think we’re a couple.”
“You’re
willing to pay me to go away with you for four days. I’m supposed to take your
word we’re going to a wedding in Connecticut? How do I know you won’t kidnap me
and want to do all sorts of kinky stuff to me? You could be some sex-obsessed
lunatic.”
“Kinky
stuff?”
“Yeah,
you know, like bondage and blindfolds.”
“Do
you like that sort of thing?” He tried to conceal his smirk.
About Ella:
Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she
often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never
far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never
knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook
industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be
stopped.
Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's
not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing,
and scrapbooking. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.
You can find Ella here…
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