Very Irresistible Playboy by Lila Monroe is the first book in the Billionaire Bachelors series. Check out an exclusive excerpt from the book here!
About ‘Very Irresistible Playboy’ by Lila Monroe:
Welcome to Billionaire Bachelors Inc, where the sexiest men in the city are about to meet their match…!
Hot bachelor Max Carlisle is heir to a media empire, tabloid catnip, and… wants to hire me to be his fake fiancee. I know what it takes to keep a billionaire in line, but signing up for seven days in close quarters with this Very Irresistible Playboy? It’s just asking for trouble. The kind of thrilling, reckless trouble I could use a little more of since my career is currently ass-backwards in a mud bath with six shih-tzus (don’t ask).
So do I:
a) Take the job, and bicker wildly every step of the way?
b) Embark on a mad-cap treasure hunt to claim his billion-dollar inheritance?
c) Try my hardest not to fall head-over-heels in love with him and wind up having the best sex of my life?
d) All of the above?
Something tells me I’m about to be way out of my league… and under the most handsome, infuriating man I’ve ever met. But with a fortune on the line, can we beat out his crazy relatives to win the prize? And will our fake relationship be game over at the finish line?
‘Very Irresistible Playboy’ by Lila Monroe exclusive excerpt:
I’m not supposed to snack on the job, but the cupcake table is calling me. “Come, Hallie,” they sing to me, like little carb-filled sirens on the rocks of doom. I slip into the tent and snag a chocolate cupcake. And another.
You’re never supposed to eat just one cupcake, right?
A man ducks into the tent. “Busted!”
I freeze. The guy laughs. “Sorry, you just looked so guilty. Mmm, chocolate . . .” He strolls over, grabs a cake, and shoots me a smile so warm I’m surprised the icing doesn’t melt in my hand.
Speaking of drool-worthy? Exhibit A is right in front of me. With that tawny hair and the sexy hint of scruff on his square jaw, he looks like Chris Pine in that tux, only twice as hot.
Where the hell did he come from, and can I get a first-class ticket there?
“Relax,” he says, with a low rich voice that could melt all sorts of other things. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” He winks and licks the frosting right off the top in a way that should be illegal.
“I’m Max, by the way,” he says, offering the hand that’s not occupied with a cupcake.
I take it, ignoring the heat from his firm grip. “Hallie. Assistant photographer for the day.”
“What a day, isn’t it? I thought the priest was going to have a nervous breakdown by the time the flower girl made it down the aisle.”
“That’s nothing,” I tell him ruefully. “The wedding I shot last month, the guy officiating answered his own call for objections, got down on bended knee, and asked the bride if she’d marry him instead.”
Max snorts and nearly chokes on his cupcake, which somehow makes him even more attractive. “You’re joking.”
“Nuh-uh. The worst part—or best, if we’re going for entertainment value—is she actually seemed to consider it before she turned him down. And then they still let him do the ceremony!” I exclaim. “If I were wagering, I’d give that couple three months, tops.”
“Okay,” Max says, “but I bet you’ve never been to a wedding where the father of the bride got so drunk during the reception he stripped naked and dove into the wedding cake.”
This time, both my eyebrows shoot up. “What kind of company do you keep, exactly?”
“Oh, you know, a little of this, a little of that. I get around.” His smile turns slightly wolfish.
“I bet you do.” I give him a look, but he just laughs.
“So, what do you say we blow this joint?” he asks. “Go have ourselves some fun.”
“Didn’t you hear the part where I said I’m working?” I ask, amazed at his confidence. “I can’t just bail.”
I roll my eyes. Of course, a man in a designer tux and ten-thousand-dollar watch wouldn’t care about a little thing like a paycheck.
“Oh, come on.” Max leans closer, and the heat of his body washes over me. I swear I feel my panties dampening just like that. “Live a little.”
I pause. It’s been too long since I did something crazy, and he is the hottest thing I’ve seen in, well, ever . . .
Do it, my devil whispers, despite all my pledges to be sensible. Do it twice, and then again in the morning.
I open my mouth to reply, but suddenly, a shrill voice carries from beyond the tent.
“Max? Oh Maxie-boy!”
Max stiffens. “Damn,” he mutters under his breath. “She’s found me.”
Footsteps rustle. A sinewy hand pushes the sparkly gauze aside. I catch a glimpse of a gaunt, haughty face topped by an updo that would make Marge Simpson proud, and then Max is cupping my jaw, pulling my face to his.
He kisses me like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Hot and slow, his mouth seductively easing my lips open. Hello. A shiver of pleasure races through me as he angles his head to deepen the kiss. His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me right up against his solid body. Yep, he’s all muscle under that suit. Muscles I suddenly find myself really, really wanting to run my hands all over. For research’s sake, obviously.
There’s a huff, and then the woman is stalking away. I’m too busy seeing stars to care. Then Max lets me go, and I realize we’re alone again. He grins at me, a spark dancing in his blue-gray eyes.
“There,” he grins. “That should throw her off the scent. Well, I won’t keep you any longer. Thanks for the help.”
He gives me a quick salute, then saunters out of the tent as if nothing all that important just happened.
Oh my God.
I sink back against the nearest chair, still reeling from that incredible kiss. I wasn’t even sure about having a drink with him, and now I’m disappointed he didn’t stick around to ravish me on the cupcake table.
Where’s a cold shower when you need one?