Max Riley is the man of your dreams. Or at least he will be, for a price.
As his alter-ego Mister Romance, Max is a drop-dead gorgeous escort who makes romantic fantasies come to life. No sex, just swoon-worthy dates to die for, and the cream of New York’s socialites can’t get enough. Whether they want a dominating billionaire, bad boy with a heart of gold, hot geek, sexy biker, or best friend who loves them from afar, Max can make it all happen, but he’s careful to keep his real identity a secret.
Enter investigative journalist Eden Tate. Having caught wind of the urban legend of Mister Romance from a lovestruck client, Eden is determined to publish a scathing expose on Max and his ability to swindle lonely society women out of their fortunes.
Desperate to protect his anonymity and his clients, Max challenges Eden to give him three dates. If she doesn’t fall in love with him, she can run her story with his blessing. If she succumbs to his charms, the story dies.
Cynical Eden has no doubt she can resist his fake romance personas, but when the real Max admits he’s falling for her, she has to decide if the professional liar is telling the truth, or if the passionate man with the mysterious past is just one more character designed to con her out of her career-making story.
Don’t miss this sizzling new standalone from the internationally best selling author of Bad Romeo, Broken Juliet, and Wicked Heart.
Max is so insanely wonderful!
Keep reading to see the full Love Note!
Dear Miss Tate,
For tonight’s fantasy date, please take note of the following guidelines:
You will be playing a gorgeous, feisty, intelligent, and savagely witty journalist who’s annoyed that your workaholic boyfriend has been spending late nights and weekends fine- tuning his new business instead of treating you like the Goddess you are. But please be open to forgiving him. He’s been planning this date for weeks and can’t wait to spend a few precious hours with the woman of his dreams. He’s desperate for you, and will do anything to make his woman happy, and I mean anything. (In case you were wondering, yes, the navy uniform from An Officer and a Gentleman is on standby. Say the word and I’ll show up at your office and sweep you off into the sunset. As always, your wish is my command.)
As for me, tonight I’ll be playing a lovesick idiot who can’t believe he’s managed to convince the most incredible woman in the world that she should take a chance on him. Throughout the evening, I’ll no doubt vacillate between staring at you in loving awe, and holding myself back from dragging you into the nearest secluded corner so I can put my mouth on every inch of your sweet skin. My character is insatiable when it comes to touching you … kissing you … making long, slow, passionate love to you. It’s an obsession that borders on pathological. But it’s not his fault. It’s yours. You feel guilty for mesmerizing him so thoroughly and will be patient with his intense gazes and impatient hands. You’ll understand that he’s only half alive when he’s not touching you, and will indulge his fingers trailing up your thigh as he fantasizes about kissing you so deeply, you forget about everything except the taste of his mouth.
As with all of our dates, I highly encourage you to be free with your physical affection. Unlike real clients, you’re allowed, and in fact encouraged to touch me below the waist. But perhaps be more careful about doing it in full view of our waiter this time. Being arrested for indecent fondling in a public area isn’t a part of tonight’s plan. Of course, if handcuffs turn you on and are something you’d like to explore further in our private time, that can definitely be arranged. I have a rather impressive collection, and it would give me great pleasure to demonstrate them all on you.
Warmest regards,
MR
P.S. In case you didn’t get the message, I’m dying to see you. This is the first Valentine’s Day I’ve ever spent with someone I love, and Eden … dear God, I love you so very much. I can’t believe you’ve been walking the earth for all these years without me by your side. What an epic tragedy.
Please know that I intend to spend the next few decades making up for lost time. Hope that’s okay.
I love you more than I can possibly express. See you soon.
Max.
Writing has always been a passion for Leisa, and even though she originally intended to be an actress, it wasn’t long into her time at drama school that she began writing plays.
Those plays were bad. Very bad. Well, her friends thought they were good, but that’s because they were always cast in them and any opportunity to be on stage was met with an obnoxious amount of enthusiasm.
Since then, she’s honed her craft, and several of her plays have been produced and toured throughout Australia.
These days, playwriting has given way to fiction writing, and Leisa’s debut novel, BAD ROMEO, will be available in a worldwide release through Macmillan Publishing in December 2014.
Leisa lives in Australia with her husband, two little boys, three cats, and a kangaroo named Howard.
(Howard may or may not be her imaginary marsupial friend. Everyone should have one.)
