Engaging the Billionaire
Scandals of the Bad Boy Billionaires Book 8
Release Date Nov. 28, 2017
If we can’t outrun the past, we won’t have a future. The rock on her hand is real, but our engagement is a fake. Once upon a time, I dreamed of buying her a ring, until everything blew up in my face. That was the past, and this is business. At least, it is until I kiss her. It's supposed to be part of the act — and it is — right until my lips touch hers. I forget where we are. I forget why I'm kissing her. I just want more. More of her taste, more of the tug of her fingers in my hair as she pulls me closer. More of her tongue stroking mine, more of her breath in my lungs. Just more. I want everything. Annalise is more than a client. More than my ex. She could be my future. If I can’t keep her safe, I won’t lose her to the past, I’ll lose her forever. Engaging the Billionaire is a standalone romance with a happy ending. It’s the eighth book in the Scandals of the Bad Boy Billionaires series and reveals more about the notorious Winters family. You can read it on its own, everything you need to know is explained, but once you get a taste you'll want to read the others ;}
Breakfast at Winters House was a lot more entertaining than I remembered. Sophie and Aunt Amelia bickered through the meal, Amelia trying to get Sophie to give her a muffin and Sophie reminding her that muffins weren’t on her low sugar diet.
Gage leaned toward me and whispered, “They do this every morning. Amelia refuses to give up on the muffin.”
“How would you know?” Amelia cut in. She might be in her eighties, but she was sharp as a tack. “You’re usually at the office by the time we eatbreakfast.”
“I know everything,” Gage answered smoothly.
Sophie smothered a giggle as Amelia harrumphed in response. “He’s spending too much time with Aiden. Thinks he’s king of the universe.”
Gage slanted Sophie a look that had her flushing a deep pink. She bit her lower lip and looked away, much to Amelia’s amusement.
Amelia winked at me and said, “They haven’t even gotten married, and already they’re acting like newlyweds.”
Mrs. Williamson came in, carrying a platter of fresh fruit, her hair in its customary twist, her dress neatly starched. Mrs. W had come to Winters House at eighteen, not long after my parents had died, and she’d been keeping us in line ever since. With our parents gone, she was the closest thing to a mother any of us had left.
She set the fruit tray down in front of Amelia, distracting my great-aunt from her quest for a muffin, and stopped beside me. In an uncharacteristic gesture of affection, she gave my shoulder a hard squeeze and leaned down to place a quick kiss on my temple. Tears flooded my eyes at the kiss, so unlike her, as she whispered, "It's good to have you home."
Blinking quickly to chase the moisture from my eyes, I reached up to squeeze her hand before she could step away and, in an effort to lighten the moment, said, "Have you had enough of weddings yet? Two over the holidays and another in a few weeks—if you ever leave us you could make a career as an event planner."
Mrs. W smiled and shook her head. "I'll never have enough of weddings in this house. With all you children moved out and Aidan working so much it was far too quiet around here. Now, all we need is for Gage and Sophie to give us some babies. You don't remember Winters House filled with babies. This house needs children."
With a wink at Aunt Amelia, Mrs. W picked up the empty carafe of coffee and left. Gage and Sophie watched her go, their jaws dropped and eyes wide.
Amelia sat back, picked up her coffee, and said, "Mrs. W is getting saucy."
"I think it's Abel's influence," Sophie said, quietly. Able was the cook. He'd been with us since I was in high school, but I'd never had any hint there might be something going on between him and Mrs. W.
I leaned forward and looked across the table at Sophie. "What do you know?" I asked, my voice low. Mrs. W had eyes in the back of her head and ears like a hawk.
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Ivy Layne has had her nose stuck in a book since she learned to decipher the English language. Sometime in her early teens, she stumbled across her first Romance, and the die was cast. Though she pretended to pay attention to her creative writing professors, she dreamed of writing steamy romance instead of literary fiction. These days, she’s neck deep in alpha heroes and the smart, sexy women who love them. Married to her very own alpha hero (who rubs her back after a long day of typing, but also leaves his socks on the floor). Ivy lives in the mountains of North Carolina where she and her other half are having a blast raising two energetic little boys. Aside from her family, Ivy’s greatest loves are coffee and chocolate, preferably together.
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