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I'm no Prince Charming, and the last thing I want is a Cinderella. My instructions were simple: scour the city for a fake fiancée who's not my type at all. Have her on my jet Monday morning, dressed appropriately for a yacht vacation. I need a woman believable enough to convince a certain client that I've changed my playboy ways...yet nothing like the supermodels and socialites I usually have on my arm. Somebody too annoying to tempt me--no emotional entanglements, thank you very much. This is business only. If she's unfazed by my looks and wealth, all the better. Should be easy. Right?Apparently not, because my people go and hire Tabitha. My hairdresser. What were they thinking? Yes, I said annoying, but I didn't mean Tabitha, the most frustrating woman in the world. Tabitha is sunshiny. She has a pet hamster. She loves Hello Kitty, and she gets under my skin like nobody else. As if that's not bad enough, the minute we step on deck, she thinks that certain people on the yacht are up to something shady--based completely on her soap opera knowledge. She won't listen when I tell her she's being ridiculous. But as the days go by, I find that we're actually having fun. And our fake kisses are heating up. And suddenly her wild theories aren't sounding so strange after all...
I should've never agreed to being his pretend fiancée... Jace Walker aka JK aka Mr. Smirky Pants. Mr Obnoxious who asked me to be his fiancée, so he could save his inheritance. If I agreed, he'd deposit a million dollars in my bank account, no questions asked. I should have turned him down and walked away... should've! Sadly, I needed the money to save my floundering start-up, and to put my sister through college. Besides, the rules were pretty simple: Feelings were not on the table, not unless I initiated it. As if? I hated him, I loathed him. No way was I going to fall for the most notorious playboy of the Valley, right? I definitely didn't need to think twice about this, I signed. Guess what happened next? Yeah... no! We barely lasted the flight on his private jet across the pond, failed to convince his family... oh! Did I mention I got drunk and swam naked in front of them, gulp! Only that seemed to catch his attention. He wooed me, courted me, floored me with his trademark panty-melting smirk. He convinced me that he was the one... He must be, right? Then a phone call from my past changed everything... Note: This is an enemies to lovers, pretend fiancée billionaire romance with a very satisfying HEA. 1-Click NOW
Jess Green has had to fight for everything she has. When she sees her future about to slide into an abyss thanks to an offhand comment made by her sexy but oblivious boss, Alistair Beaumont, she decides to take things into her own hands. Everyone in the financial world knows the Beaumont brothers need to settle down else the company that Jess depends upon will go under. So when Alistair is overheard discussing his disbelief in love and marriage the company stock price plunges. When Alistair suffers a bout of amnesia on a skiing trip, Jess sees a way to save the company and decides to tell him one teeny, tiny lie: she’s his fiancé. Alistair loves one thing and one thing only—his freedom—and certainly not the girl he finds in his bed, claiming to be his future wife. Amnesia or not, something’s not right. Sure, she’s got that girl-next-door sexiness about her, and his attraction to her is powerful, but deep in his gut he’s rebelling against the idea of being tied down. However, snowed in and isolated from the world in an exclusive lodge, Alistair begins to believe they are a couple and against all odds, he actually finds himself falling in love. But when Alistair gets his memories back, will he choose to stay with Jess who he can’t get out of his mind—or out of his heart—or will he choose to take back the freedom he’s always craved?
My instructions were simple: scour the city for the worst fake fiancé money can buy. Have her on my jet Monday morning, dressed appropriately for a yacht vacation. I need a woman believable enough to convince a certain client that I've changed my playboy ways?yet totally opposite from the supermodels and socialites I usually have on my arm. Somebody too annoying to tempt me-no emotional entanglements, thank you very much. This is business only. If she's unfazed by my looks and wealth, all the better. Should be easy. Right?Apparently not, because my people go and hire Tabitha. My hairdresser. What were they thinking? Yes, I said annoying, but I didn't mean Tabitha, the most frustrating woman in the world. Tabitha is bubbly. She has a pet hamster. She loves Hello Kitty, and she gets under my skin like nobody else. As if that's not bad enough, the minute we step on deck, she thinks that certain people on the yacht are up to something shady-based completely on her soap opera knowledge. She won't listen when I tell her she's being ridiculous. But as the days go by, I find that we're actually having fun. And our fake kisses are heating up. And suddenly her wild theories aren't sounding so strange after all?
I never should have agreed to becoming his fake wife... Sinclair Amadeus Sterling aka Mr. Superior Jackass with a God complex.Who also happens to be my blackmailer... gulp.Tall, dark, gazzilionaire growly pants.The first time I met him, I kneed him in his very well endowed balls, don't ask!He had that tightly leashed, controlling air and a smoldering glare that made me damp in seconds.The only thing that sucks worse than his attitude is his (lack of) sense of humor! Honest.Sadly, he's also the one who could save my business from going bust. Hell!So when he offers me the chance to work with him, I can hardly refuse, right?Only catch? I need to be his pretend wife for hold-your-breath, thirty days.I should have turned and run right then, but...He has the connections to help my sister's failing health, not to mention the money to wipe away my debt.And yeah that... sneaky video recording of him getting me off. OMG!Besides, it's only thirty days, right?It's not like I'm in danger of falling in love with London's most notorious bachelor.Then he tells me the real reason for the charade.And everything changes... Note: This is a standalone Enemies to Lovers, Fake Marriage, Billionaire Romance featuring a hot possessive billionaire and the curvy spitfire who dares to go toe to toe with him! 1-Click NOW
I pretended to be the girlfriend of one of the richest men in New York City.It was only meant to be the one time. I mean, it was the week before Christmas, I was shopping with my best friend and we were hungry and wanted to dine at the new swanky restaurant on the Upper West Side.For some reason the hostess misheard me when I mentioned Max Parker's name. I'd been complaining that he was the reason why I'd lost my job. Who was I to correct her when it meant that "my relationship" had caused a table to suddenly open up? And then the next week I accidentally let it slip that Max Parker was my boyfriend to get into an exclusive club. And then there was the time when I saw that Chanel handbag and Prada shoes. I mean, it didn't really hurt anyone, did it? It was just a little white lie.How was I to know that my fake boyfriend would find out that I'd been using his name? Now he's blackmailing me into playing his fake fiancé (Fiancée) in an arrangement that could only be classified as risqué. Turns out if I want to keep my apartment and not move home with my parents, I'm going to have to play along with his game. Only he's going to have to go along with my rules as well and while he smirks at that idea he doesn't know that I've got a plan of my own.
They say nothing compares to your first kiss,But our first kiss was orchestrated for an audience.Our second kiss . . . that one was REAL.He cradled my face like he was terrified he'd f*ck it up.He stared into my eyes until the air buzzed.Soft and slow, full of sighs and little laughs,He inhaled me like I was the finest Belgian chocolate,And he'd never get another piece.A nip of his teeth, his hand at my waist . . .And I was lost.I forgot he was paying me to be his fake fiancée.I forgot we weren't REAL.Our kiss was pure magic, and before you laugh and say those kinds of kisses don't exist,Then you've never touched lips with Max Kent, the hottest quarterback in college history.
He’s all about rules. She’s all about breaking them. No relationships, that’s billionaire Garth Solen’s rule—especially not with a woman like his new employee Melissa Bencher, who thinks with her heart and not her head. But all bets are off when one impulsive act has people thinking they’re a couple. To protect his ailing grandmother’s feelings, Garth is willing to play the part of Melissa’s adoring fiancé for a while. He’ll try on rings and pose for the paparazzi as long as the boundaries of the game are clearly defined. One month as an engaged couple, and then they part ways. No emotions. No entanglements. But Melissa’s never been good at following the rules when it comes to matters of the heart. And Garth soon finds himself breaking some of his own rules
None of this is real.At least, that's what I keep trying to convince myself.Jackson Wethers, billionaire playboy is just short of making my list. List of entitled pricks, that is. He's crazy hot, gorgeous and he knows it, and I'm pretty sure it's clear that I know it as well. I'm ready to hit the bricks when he corners me with a proposition.Not a proposition like that, mind you.Jackson Wethers needs a fake fiancée. Period.He needs me to act like I'm in love with him to get his rich parents off his back. Says something about being forced to marry some bratty heiress, I don't catch all the details. I am fully prepared to tell him NO.Until he flashes the check. I've never seen so many zeroes in my life. It just so happens that such a check could help me out of a particularly hard situation. All the same, I feel stuck between a rock and a hard place. The hard place being his abs, in a perfect world. Alright, Jackson, I'll pretend to be in love with you.The only problem is, I'm beginning to wonder where the lie ends and the truth begins.**Author's Notes: This is a 30,000 words of panty melting bad boy billionaire action, steamy sex romance and it is a chocolate sundae with a steamy cherry on top. It's topped with a sweet happily ever after with no cliffhangers and no cheating!WARNING:This Book contains mature language and content. It is intended for 18+ readers only!
I should've never agreed to being his fake fiancée... Jace Walker aka JK aka Mr. Smirky Pants.The rich prick asked me to be his fiancée, so he could save his inheritance. If I agreed, he'd deposit a million dollars in my bank account, no questions asked.I should have turned him down and walked away... should've!Sadly, I needed the money to save my floundering start-up, and to put my sister through college.Besides, the rules were pretty simple: Love, kisses, and sleeping with each other... not on the table, not unless I initiated it.As if?I hated him, I loathed him. No way was I going to fall for the most notorious playboy of the Valley, right?I definitely didn't need to think twice about this, I signed. Guess what happened next? Yeah... no!We barely lasted the flight on his private jet across the pond, failed to convince his family... oh! Did I mention I got drunk and swam naked in front of them, gulp!Only... that seemed to catch his attention.He wooed me, courted me, floored me with his panty-melting smirk. He persuaded me to consummate our fledgling relationship. He convinced me that he was the one...He must be, right?Then a phone call from my past changed everything... Note: This is an enemies to lovers, fake fiancée billionaire romance with a very satisfying HEA. 1-Click NOW This book was previously published as Jace (Love Caution Series, 1)