It worked. I definitely have Ivan's attention. He'll put me in the big office with a six-figure salary—once he's done with me. He needs a personal assistant until he can find a replacement. It won't be long, he assures me, no more than a few weeks. Close proximity to Ivan Volkov for a few weeks? Sure, I don't need my dignity. I wasn't using it anyway.
No matter how many times I tell myself to stop staring at him with lust, I can't. Volkov turns down the offer I never even made; he saw me staring, he's used to it by now. An unrepentant user of woman, all he wants is for them to satisfy his need, then be on their way. He can get that satisfaction from any woman. The money I make him isn't worth losing when he's done with me.
Until the moment he needs more: a shield from a woman who won't take no for an answer. He will do anything to protect his little sister from having her wedding ruined, even faking an engagement with me. Brilliant tactician that he is, he comes up with the answer to both of his problems. For the next three weeks we can satisfy the lust we both feel, while at the same time making it clear he isn't available. But before long what's between us feels all too real.
Can this lead to forever, or will the billionaire choose money over love?
This is the first standalone in a series about fake relationships. This does not end in a cliffhanger, nor does it have a third-act breakup.
Due to commitment issues I have lived in many different cities and my favorite is Chicago.
I have enjoyed reading from a very young age and it wasn't long before the children books bored me and I read the books my mother enjoyed Stephen King and Dean Koontz and I didn't sleep without the light on until I was about ten.
I came across my first Harlequin by accident and it was love at first read, no one died and happy endings? It was a whole new world and I loved it.
I wrote my first story at eight and everyone died. Since then I would like to think I've gotten better and now I'm writing the happily ever afters I first fell in love with, with some hot sex thrown in along the way.
As a plus size woman myself, I have started writing the stories I always wanted to see myself in but never did. And now I'm ecstatic to give BBWs the happily ever afters with hot Alphas they so rarely get.
For the skinny girlies who are lucky enough to not know what it's like to be fat, there is no fat phobia in my stories. Except what a fat person gets to deal with while simply attempting to exist in this world. No one wants to have an inner voice that tells them they are ugly, not worthy of love, or any of the other crap that runs through our minds. We didn't put it there, others did and we have to live with it. If you have a problem with it, then that's a you problem. I will not apologize or warn anyone about it.