Marry Me for Money
by Mia Kayla
Publication Date: May 4, 2014
Leaving her small town behind, Bethany Casse moves to Chicago in search of a new life. Working at a top financial bank brings her into contact with two men who are as different as night and day. Kent Plack, heir to Plack Industries, has no interest in being with a woman for longer than one night. A spoiled and lazy man-whore, he is completely content with his playboy lifestyle, and Beth is surprised when they form an unlikely friendship.
Excerpt:
My head was pounding, and the
light was shining too brightly in the room. I flipped over, placed the pillow
over my eyes, and inhaled the scent of freshly laundered sheets. The smell of
the detergent was one I was not familiar with. I opened one eye and took a peek
from under the pillow to take in my surroundings.
Immediately, I jumped up to a
sitting position, causing my head to spin from the abrupt movement. Glancing
under the thick duvet, I saw I was only wearing my underwear and a man’s
T-shirt. My heart pounded in my chest as I remembered the last person I had
seen was Luke.
In a king-sized bed, fluffy
down pillows surrounded me. In front of me was a massive flat screen TV, and at
the foot of the bed was a low white couch. One wall was floor-to-ceiling windows
while the other was painted a neutral beige. I deciphered that I was in a hotel
room.
I could feel the heat
building up behind my eyes, tears threatening to spill over. I placed my hands
over my face. I was on the verge of crying. I was not this kind of girl. I
never drank myself to the point of oblivion where I couldn’t remember what had
happened the night before. I cocked my head up as I heard the door open, and
when I peered up from my hands, I gave the look of death.
I was surprised to see Kent.
He studied me and scanned the
room. Raising one eyebrow, he paced around and stopped in front of me. “Is
something wrong? Is someone here?” he asked, his face concerned as he peered
over the side of the bed.
I could feel the color
draining from my face, and I pulled the covers up to my chin. “No,” I snapped,
narrowing my eyes at him. “How did I get here? Why am I only in a T-shirt? What
happened last night? Why am I here in this hotel room with you?”
His eyes filled with
confusion. “I brought you here. I changed you last night because your clothes
were covered in vomit. I have no idea what happened. I found you passed out in
my car. This is not a hotel room. This is my condo,” he said in one breath.
He walked toward me, his arms
cautious and careful at his sides. “Why are you so mad? Actually, I think a
thank-you is in order. Also, I’d like to thank you for leaving vomit that has
now hardened on the exterior of my brand-new car.”
“Did we sleep together?” I
asked, barely audible. I couldn’t even hear my own voice. I was afraid of his
answer, but I needed to know. Panic began to rise within me, and I held my
breath.
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Kindle: http://amzn.to/1QW5atP
Nook: http://bit.ly/1NnazED
Kobo: http://bit.ly/1KpIn5N
iBooks: http://apple.co/1R08PXA
Smashwords: http://bit.ly/1RN3FsZ
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