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A Contract Engagement (Harlequin Desire), by Maya Banks
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#1 New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Maya Banks tells the story of a fake engagement that leads to real passion.
He's wanted her for six months. And the opportunity has finally arrived to make Celia Taylor his—at least temporarily. Billionaire businessman Evan Reese knows she's desperate to get him to sign with Maddox Communications. But first he needs her to pose as his fiancée at a family wedding on Catalina Island. There he'll wine, dine and seduce the stunning ad executive… Yet what happens when the fake engagement becomes more than just an act?
A Reader Favorite Story originally published as Billionaire's Contract Engagement.
A Contract Engagement (Harlequin Desire), by Maya Banks - Amazon Sales Rank: #45221 in eBooks
- Published on: 2015-10-01
- Released on: 2015-10-01
- Format: Kindle eBook
A Contract Engagement (Harlequin Desire), by Maya Banks About the Author Maya Banks lives in Southeast Texas with her husband and three children. When she’s not writing, she loves to hunt and fish, bum on the beach, play poker and travel. Escaping into the pages of a book is something she’s loved to do since she was a child. Now she crafts her own worlds and characters and enjoys spending as much time with them as possible.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. The vultures were circling.Celia Taylor stood back, wineglass in hand, and surveyed the crowded ballroom. The fund-raiser was supposed to be more pleasure than business, but business was uppermost on the minds of her competition.Across the room, Evan Reese stood in a large group of people. He looked relaxed, seemingly in his element, an easy smile making his extraordinarily handsome face even more gorgeous.It should be a crime for a man to be that good-looking. Tall, rugged, he looked every inch the kind of man who'd be at home in the athletic wear his company designed and sold. There was an aura of confidence and power around him, and above all, Celia loved a man who was sure of himself.Given the long, searching glances they'd exchanged over the last few weeks, she'd be a fool not to entertain the idea of seeing where things could lead.If he wasn't a prospective client.A client she wanted to land very much.She wanted the account—her boss and the agency was counting on her—but she drew the line at sleeping with a man to get what she wanted.Celia turned away from the sight of Evan Reese before she became too enthralled in just watching him. They'd performed a delicate dance around each other ever since he'd fired his last advertising agency. He knew she wanted him—in the professional sense of course. Hell, he probably knew she wanted him naked and in bed too, but she wasn't going to dwell on that. Maybe later tonight when she could afford to indulge in a little fantasy.The problem was, anytime a big company like Reese Enterprises fired an agency, it became open season. The other agencies circled like sharks. It was a dog-eat-dog world, and in reality, she should be over there, shoving herself down his throat like the rest of her competition, but she couldn't help but believe Evan Reese was secretly amused by the attention. He took a different hand. She was sure of it."Celia, glad you made it. Have you spoken to Reese yet?"Celia turned to see her boss, Brock Maddox, standing a foot away. He wasn't drinking. He didn't even look particularly thrilled to be here.Her eyebrow rose. "A tux. Why, Brock, you look positively decadent. However are you keeping the ladies at bay?"He grunted in response, his lips curling in distaste. "Cut it out, Celia. I brought Elle along."Celia looked beyond his shoulder to see his pretty assistant standing a few feet away. When Elle looked her way, Celia smiled and waved."You look beautiful," Celia mouthed.Elle smiled and ducked her head self-consciously but not before Celia saw the faint blush that colored her cheeks.Brock gestured impatiently toward Evan. "Why are you standing over here while Evan Reese is over there?" Brock scanned the room and his expression hardened. "I should have known the old bastard would be here."Celia followed his gaze to see Athos Koteas holding court within hearing distance of Evan. Though she wouldn't admit it to Brock, it made her extremely nervous to see their business rival hammering so relentlessly on Evan Reese. Koteas owned Golden Gate Promotions, and not only had Koteas lured away a few of Maddox's top clients in recent months, he'd also launched a PR campaign against Maddox. It was dirty pool, but it in no way surprised Celia. Koteas was ruthless, and he'd do anything to win."Well, yes," Celia murmured. "His ad execs are busy working Evan over.""Any reason you aren't?"She laid her hand on his forearm. She knew how important this account was to Brock—to everyone at Maddox Communications. "I need you to trust me, Brock. I've studied Evan Reese extensively. He knows I'm interested. He'll come to me eventually. I'm sure of it.""Are you fifty million dollars sure, Celia? Maddox is small, and this kind of deal means our employees keep their jobs whereas if we continue to lose clients and accounts, I can't make any guarantees.""I know I'm asking a lot," she said in a low voice. "But I can't walk over there and pull out the seductive wiles." She gestured toward the women standing around Evan. They weren't making any bones as to how far they'd go to sign him. "It's what he expects, and you of all people know I can't do it. I can land this account on the ideas, Brock. I've spent every waking minute putting this pitch together. There's no way he won't go for it."Brock studied her for a long moment, his eyes gleaming with what looked like respect. She loved working for him. He was hard. He was demanding. And he was the only person she'd presented her side of what had happened in New York in her last advertising job."I never expected you to land the account on anything less than your brilliance, Celia," Brock said softly. "I hope I never gave you any other impression.""I know. I appreciate your confidence more than you know. I won't let you down. I won't let Maddox Communications down."Brock ran a hand through his hair and glanced once more across the room. He looked tired. It was true he worked hard. The agency was everything to him. But in the last few months new lines had appeared around his eyes. More than anything Celia wanted to be able to hand this account to him. He had believed in her when everyone else was willing to think the worst.She glanced up to see Evan threading his way through the throng of people. "Don't look now, but he's headed our way. Maybe you should take Elle and go dance or something."As quickly as he'd approached, Brock turned and melted back into the crowd.Celia sipped at her wine and practiced nonchalance as she literally felt Evan close in. It was impossible to miss him. Her body always seemed to heat up about five degrees whenever he was anywhere near.And his smell. Even amid the hustle and bustle of the crowded room, the mix of so many feminine perfumes, she could pick out his unique scent. Rough. Masculine and mouthwateringly sexy. It made no sense to her, but she was attuned to his every nuance, and that had nothing to do with all the studying up she'd done on him and his company."Celia," he murmured.She turned with a welcoming smile. "Hello, Evan. Enjoying the evening?""I think you know I'm not."She raised one eyebrow and stared at him over the rim of her glass. "Do I?"Evan snagged a flute from a passing waiter and turned his attention fully on her. It was all she could do not to gasp under his heated scrutiny. It was as if he undressed her right then and there in front of a roomful of people. Her blood simmered and pooled low in her belly. He had beautiful eyes, and they were currently devouring her, delving beneath the modest evening gown she'd chosen. He made it seem like she wore the most scanty, revealing dress imaginable. She felt nude and vulnerable under his searing gaze."Tell me something, Celia. Why aren't you over with the rest of the piranhas convincing me that your ad agency will take Reese Enterprises straight to the top?"Her lips curved upward into a smile. "Because you already are at the top?""You're such a tease."At that her smile faded. He was right. She was flirting, and it was the last thing she wanted to do.She glanced across the room to where the other ad execs stood staring holes through her and Evan."I'm not desperate, Evan. I know I'm good. I know my ideas for your ad campaign are spectacular. Does that make me arrogant? Maybe. But I don't need to sell you on a load of malarkey. All I need is the time to show you what Mad-dox Communications can do for you.""What you can do for me, Celia."Her eyes widened in surprise at the blatant innuendo. And then he went on to correct the errant assumption she'd just made."If the ideas are yours and are as brilliant as you say, I'd hardly be taking on Maddox and what the agency could do for me. I'd be hiring you."She frowned and hated that she suddenly felt at a disadvantage. Her fingers curled a little tighter around the glass, and she prayed they wouldn't shake and betray her unease.He studied her curiously, having obviously picked up on her discomfort."It wasn't a proposition, Celia. Believe me, you'd know the difference."In a daring move, he reached a finger out and traced a line down the bare skin of her arm. She was unable to call back the shiver, or the sprinkling of chill bumps that danced over her flesh."I only meant that if you wow me with a pitch and I sign on with Maddox, you won't pawn me off to some junior executive. I'd expect you to oversee the campaign at every level.""And do you anticipate signing with Maddox Communications?" she asked huskily.There was a gleam of amusement in his green eyes. He took a measured sip of his wine and then regarded her lazily. "If your pitch is good enough. Golden Gate has some good ideas. I'm considering them."Her lips tightened. "Only because you haven't seen mine yet."He smiled again. "I like confidence. I don't like false modesty. I look forward to seeing what you have in mind, Celia Taylor. I have a feeling you put every bit of that passion I see burning in your eyes into your work. Brock Maddox is a lucky man to have such a fierce employee. I wonder if he knows it.""Are we moving into the appointment phase?" she asked lightly. "I have to admit, I've enjoyed watching you surrounded by the piranhas as you call them."He put his glass down on a nearby table. "Dance with me and we'll discuss appointment times."Her eyes narrowed.He lifted one finely constructed eyebrow into what looked like a challenge."I've also danced with female ad executives from Golden Gate, Primrose, San Fran Media—"She held up her hand. "Okay, okay, I get it. You're making your selection on who's the best dance partner."He threw back his head and laughed. Several people around them turned to stare, and she had to resist the strong urge to flee the room. She hated the attention that Evan seemed to have no issue with whatsoever. How nice it must be not to have to worry what people thought about you. To have your reputation intact and not have suffered the stupidity and vindictiveness of others. But then men rarely suffered in cases like hers. It was always the woman. The vilified other woman.Knowing no graceful way to bow out of the dance, she set down her own glass and allowed Evan to lead her onto the ballroom floor.To her relief, he held her loosely. To anyone looking on, they could find no fault or impropriety. She and Evan didn't look like lovers, but she knew the thought was present in both their minds. She could see the desire in his eyes and knew he could probably see it in hers.She wasn't practiced at hiding her emotions. Maybe being the only girl in an all-male household growing up was the reason. Her family was a loud, demonstrative lot, and she'd always been regarded as the precious daughter and sister.It would make her life easier to be able to hide her thoughts from this man. Then she wouldn't concern herself over whether he was giving her a shot because he thought she deserved it or whether he was thinking only of the powerful sexual pull between them and how best to capitalize on it.Wow, Celia. Lump him in with all the other jerks you've known, why don't you? Nothing like being tried and convicted based on your gender."Relax. You're thinking way too much," Evan murmured close to her ear.She forced herself to do as he'd instructed and gave herself over to the beautiful music and the sheer enjoyment of dancing with a man who took her breath away."So how is next week? I have Friday free."She jerked back to reality, and for a moment couldn't for the life of her figure out what he was talking about. Some professional she was."I was thinking we could meet informally and you could go over what you have in mind. If I'm interested we could do the whole shebang at your agency. Maybe that'll save us both a lot of time and hassle if I'm not loving your ideas.""Sure. I can do Friday. Friday is good."The music ended, and he held her just a bit longer than necessary, but she was so affected by the intensity of his gaze that she couldn't formulate a single objection."I'll have my assistant call you with the time and location then."He picked up her hand and brought it to his lips. The warm brush of his mouth over the back of her hand sent a bolt of pleasure straight down her spine."Until Friday."She watched wordlessly as he strolled away. He was immediately swallowed up by a crowd of people again, but he turned and found her gaze. For a moment they simply stared at one another and then the corners of his mouth lifted into a half smile.Oh, yes, he knew. He knew exactly what her reaction to him was. He'd have to be a complete moron not to. And he was anything but. The man was smart. He was driven. And he had a reputation for being ruthless. He was the perfect client.She turned to walk toward the exit. She'd done what she'd come for. There was no reason to stick around and be social. If there was any gossip over her dance with Evan, she certainly didn't want to hear it.On the way, she passed Brock and Elle, who were standing somewhat awkwardly to the side. Brock didn't say anything. He just lifted an inquiring brow. Of course he would have seen her dancing with Evan. Brock probably hadn't looked at anyone but Evan all night. A shame, really, since Elle looked fabulous in her black sheath."Friday," she said in a low voice. "I meet with him Friday. No formal pitch. He wants to hear my ideas first. If he likes them, he'll arrange a time for us to hit him with both barrels."Brock nodded, and she saw the gleam of satisfaction light his eyes."Good work, Celia."Celia smiled and resumed her path to the door. She had a lot to do before next Friday.Evan Reese loosened his tie as soon as he walked into his hotel suite. He left a trail of clothing from the door, where he threw his jacket over one of the chairs, to the bedroom where he peeled off his socks and left them on the floor.The desk with his laptop and briefcase beckoned, but for once, the idea of work didn't appeal to him. He was too preoccupied with thoughts of Celia Taylor.Beautiful, seductive, impossibly aloof Celia Taylor.His body had been on heightened sense of alert ever since she walked into the ballroom, and though he'd known the moment she left, he was still tense and painfully aware of her scent, how she felt in his arms, how her skin felt under his fingers the one time he'd been bold enough to touch her.He wanted to do a hell of a lot more than just touch. He wanted to taste her. He wanted her underneath him, making all those feminine, breathy sounds of a woman being pleasured.He wanted to slide his hand between those gorgeous legs and spread her thighs. He would spend all night making love to her. A woman such as Celia wasn't to be rushed. No, he'd get to know every inch of her body. Find out where she liked to be touched and kissed.His fixation with her couldn't be readily explained. It wasn't as though he lived as a monk. He had sex. He never lacked for partners. Sex was good. But he knew that sex with Celia would never be just good. It would be lush and delicious. The kind of experience a man would sell his soul for.She was indeed a beautiful woman. Tall, but not too tall. She would fit perfectly against him, her head tucked just underneath his chin. She often wore her long red hair up in a loose style that told him she didn't pay a lot of attention to whether every strand was in place.
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0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. Nice Read But Forgettable By Sheila M "He'd slapped a huge diamond engagement ring on her finger while he'd held her hand. Fury simmered in her veins. She mentally counted to ten just so she didn't explode on the spot."FINAL DECISION: A pleasant read, but not particularly memorable. Enjoyed the premise but didn't think the characters were memorable.THE STORY: Evan Reese is a billionaire businessman and he has wanted Celia Taylor for months. Celia has wanted Evan as well -- as a client for the advertising agency she works for. Celia has been interested in Evan but she has no intention of mixing business with pleasure because she knows that it would completely destroy her reputation. When Evan proposes that Celia accompany him to his brother's wedding in order to do her pitch for his business, they end up masquerading as an engaged couple. Celia wonders what price she will pay for what seems so right between them.OPINION: I found this book an enjoyable, if predictable, read. It was not particularly memorable because the characters seemed flat. At times the book fell into dated diatribes defending the idea of women working. I did enjoy the premise of the book and I thought that it was well executed. It was an enjoyable one time read but there is nothing that would interest me in reading it again.WORTH MENTIONING: This book was originally published as a category romance.CONNECTED BOOKS: A CONTRACT ENGAGEMENT Is the second book in the Diamond Tycoons series and the third book in the King of the Boardroom series. These are merely loosely connected, however. For the King of the Boardroom series, there are small appearances by characters from the other books, but reading those books are not necessary to enjoy this one. The other books in the series are by other authors.STAR RATING: I give this book 2.5 stars.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. A look back of earlier writings by Maya Banks!! By Debs First published in 2010 as Billionaire's Contract Engagement (Kings of the Boardroom Book 3), I reread this one. It was good as is all books by Maya Banks. What struck me the most was how a lot of romance writings have changed in the last several years. I think that a lot of the romance books today are more embolden and explicit than they were just a few short years ago. Still, it was a good read for me.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. It was alright but a waste of my money By Love a Deal I loved the story. I didn't like the fact that it was such a short story and the ending was so incomplete. literally about four to five pages from the end the author has you wondering who could have cause all of the problems and what's going on with some of the co workers. Then BAM just like that the story ends with no answers and no sequel in site.
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