Sunday Snippet: Breaking the Billionaire’s Rules by Annika Martin

Posted February 10, 2019 by Jen in Sunday Snippet Tags:

About the Book

Breaking the Billionaire’s Rules
Author: Annika Martin
Publisher: Annika Martin
Released: February 19, 2019
Series: Standalone
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy


With trembling hands I knock. “Lunch delivery.” Because I can’t quite bring myself to say Meow Squad.

“Come in,” he says, sounding bored. 

I push my cart in.  

There across an expanse of white marble tile sits Max. 

My mouth goes dry. Butterflies in my belly scatter. 

He’s typing something onto a laptop, eyes fixed on whatever he’s writing. The light from the screen seems to kiss his cheekbones, brushing them with an imperious glow. 

He doesn’t even see me. 

People talk about resting bitch face, but Max has the opposite. He has resting amused-and-confident-god face, the default expression of a man with incredible beauty and wealth and a magnetic presence that people can feel in their bodies when they get within ten feet. Not to mention immense talent that he decided to throw away, all the better to create an uber-cool mythology about himself where he lounges by pools in sunglasses and likes his women hot and his scotch cold. 

I stand there flooded with loathing and something else that I don’t have a category for. 

Like the rest of this place, everything is white or gray or a window, like an ice palace. His desk is white with a glass top. No warmth. So Max. 

On the wall is a massive photograph of him in a tux, sprawled on a chair with three gorgeous gown-wearing supermodels in attendance. They’re all laughing. I recognize Lana Sheffidy, the most famous Max Hilton girl. She parlayed her association with Max into one of the world’s top handbag brands. 


I turn. 

Our gazes lock. 

And for one skin-shivering, heart-thundering moment, I forget how to breathe. 

Because it’s Max. The familiarity of him buzzes through my veins like a drug. He tilts his head, dark brows a bold slash over blue eyes. 

Maybe it’s the surprise that makes him look vulnerable for a second, that lets me imagine I see the boy I knew that summer, the sweet kid who sang with me and brought me snow cones and helped me with my music theory class. 

“Mia. What are you doing?”

I straighten. He’s acting surprised? Seriously? Who arranges for his high school rival to deliver him a sandwich and then acts surprised? 

For a second, I think it’s real. That this is some kind of mix-up.  

Then the corner of his lip quirks up, all baffled amusement. Like something’s funny. Like it’s all a joke. Because of course he knew.  

My body heats. More than heats. I’m a nuclear reactor of mortification.  

God, when will I learn my lesson? How many times will I think Max Hilton is having a real emotion, only to be slammed in the face with the cynical, cold-hearted truth of him?

Book Blurb:

Max Hilton is my high school nemesis turned billionaire. And tomorrow I deliver his lunch order. In a cat costume.

You know he’s going to love it. He’ll smile that smirky smile, sitting there all superior in his gleaming tower, the wealthiest and most notorious playboy in all of New York, the king of everything.

Turns out it wasn’t curiosity that killed the cat—it was mortification.

I’m almost ready to quit my lunch delivery job, but then my roommate tosses me a copy of The Max Hilton Playbook: Ten Golden Rules for Picking up the Hottest Girl in the Room.

It’s the book that catapulted him to stardom. And it’s my new bible.

I’m going to use his own techniques against him. I’ll wrap him around my little finger, bring him to his knees, and crush his steely heart. Call it payback for all the single girls who had to endure legions of losers wielding his legendary tactics.

But seeing Max every day, I’m discovering a side of him I didn’t even know existed–he’s not the jerky guy I thought he was. He has this smile he shows only to me, and it melts my heart. His touch sends shivers down my spine. And those forbidden kisses are driving me wild.

Falling for him was not in my plan.

Am I breaking his rules or will his rules break me first?

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About the Author:

Annika Martin (aka Carolyn Crane) loves extreme heroes, panty-melting books, and taking pictures of her cats. She enjoys hanging out in Minneapolis coffee shops with her writer husband.

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