MISTER MONEYBAGS
A Contemporary Romance Novel
New
York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling
Authors
Blurb:
I
met Bianca in an elevator.
She
was on her way to interview me when we got stuck.
She
had no clue I was really Dex Truitt, the wealthy, successful businessman she’d
dubbed “Mister Moneybags”—her afternoon appointment.
Bianca
told me how much she hated Dex’s type—snobby, over educated, silver- spooned
men who didn't appreciate the simple things in life.
So,
after the elevator finally started moving again, I cancelled the interview and
let her believe I was someone I wasn’t—a bike messenger named Jay. I loved the
way she looked at the fake me and didn't want it to end.
I
began dating her as “Jay”—all the while letting her interview the real me over
email.
I
didn’t expect that our chemistry online would be just as hot.
And
she was falling for two men.
Nothing
could have prepared me for that day. And I certainly wasn't prepared for what
came after.
All
good things must come to an end, right?
Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.
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EXCERPT
MEET BIANCA
I sighed
audibly. Are we even moving? It was
seriously the slowest elevator I’d ever taken.
Frustrated, and maybe a bit anxious to get the interview over with, I
took another shot at the elevator panel.
Again, pressing the button repeatedly, I groaned, “Come on. I’m already freakin’ late.”
I breathed a sigh
of relief when the car seemed to finally pick up speed. But then, it jolted to an abrupt stop, and
the elevator went pitch black.
“Well now you’ve gone and broken the damn
thing,” a deep voice said from behind me.
Startled, I jumped and bobbled my cell phone in the dark, which resulted
in it falling. From the sound of it
smashing against the floor, I knew it had broken.
“Shit! Look what you made me do.” I bent over and
patted the floor, but I couldn’t find it.
“Can you at least give me some light so I can find my phone?”
“It would be my
pleasure.”
“Thank you,” I
huffed.
“If I had a cell
phone on me.”
“Are you
kidding? You don’t have a cell phone on
you? Who walks around without their cell
phone?”
“Maybe you should
try it. If you weren’t so obsessed with yours, we wouldn’t be in this
predicament.”
I stood, and my
hands went to my hips. “How so?”
“Well, you were so
busy typing away on your phone, you didn’t even notice another passenger was in
the car with you.”
“And?”
“Had you seen me,
you wouldn’t have jumped hearing my voice and broken your phone. Then we would have had light, and you would
be able to see that elevator panel well enough to push that button another
twenty or thirty times. I’m sure that would’ve helped.”
I felt the man
moving around behind me.
“What are you
doing?”
When he answered,
his voice came from a different place.
It was to my left and beneath me.
“I’m on the floor looking for your cell phone.”
It really was
pitch dark. I couldn’t see a thing, but
I felt the air move, and I knew he must have stood back up.
“Put your hand
out.”
“You’re going to
put my phone in it, right?”
“No, I’ve taken
down my pants and I’m going to stick my dick in it. Christ, you’re really a bitch, aren’t you?”
Thinking he couldn’t
see me, I smiled at his sarcasm and put out my hand. “Just give me my phone.”
MEET DEX
Wow. My little
ball player was quite the fox.
I’d only seen her
from the back before the lights went out. Now, I was staring into her
beautiful, big brown eyes, feeling like this elevator mishap wasn’t such a bad
thing after all.
She cleared her
throat. “The lights came back, but we’re still stuck.”
I clicked on some
of the buttons. “Seems that way. But this is a step in the right direction. I
bet this thing will be moving in no time.”
And by this thing moving, I do not mean my
dick, although I could have sworn I felt it twitch when she just licked her
beautiful full lips.
Do that again.
Fuck.
She is beautiful.
My eyes travelled
down the length of her body then back up again, loving how the small buttons on
her conservative blouse formed a path up to her delicate neck. I wouldn’t have
minded sucking on that skin.
Maybe I could
entice her to play hooky with me.
“Where are you
headed once we get out of here?” I asked.
“The thirty-fourth
floor,” she said.
What?
What is she doing going up to my floor?
I know she doesn’t work for me. I would have
remembered that face, those eyes.
“What kind of
business you have going on up there?”
“I actually have
the pleasure of interviewing Mister Moneybags himself.”
My stomach sank.
Ohhhh.
This didn’t bode well for me.
I swallowed then
cocked my head to the side and played dumb. “Who?”
“The elusive
Dexter Truitt. He’s the CEO of Montague Enterprises. They occupy the entire top
floor.”
Trying to seem
like I was not seriously about to lose my shit, I asked, “Why do you call him
Mister Moneybags?”
“I just picture
him to be this crabby, money-hungry asshole, I guess. Sounds like a fitting
name. Of course, I don’t actually know him.”
“Why do you think
that way about him, then?”
“I have my
reasons.”
About the Authors:
Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times Bestselling author. With more than a million books sold, her titles have appeared in over fifty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twelve languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.
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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She’s a fifteen-time New York Times bestseller of twelve novels. Having grown up in Boston with five older brothers, she spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.
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