Sunday Snippet: The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancee by Annika Martin

Posted April 26, 2020 by Jen in Sunday Snippet Tags:

The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée

Author: Annika Martin
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: April 28, 2020
Series: Standalone
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Rom-Com


Tabitha pulls up her fake fiance questionnaire. “We have to be ready for questions about each other.” 

I take a look at it and groan. “You’ve gotta be kidding.” 

“First up, pets,” she says. “I have a hamster named Seymour. He has a little black dot on his right front paw.”

“Yes, I seem to recall you mentioning him once or twice,” I say sarcastically, because she talks about the thing all the time while she cuts my hair. 

She bites back a smile. “Do you have any pets?”

“Take a guess.” 

She types in “NO PETS” and looks up. “You were not enthusiastic about Seymour at first, but I believe you will learn to love him as much as you love me, though hopefully not in the same vigorous manner.” She grins at me, eyes sparkling.

When I don’t respond to her ridiculous joke, she presses her lips together, like it’s funny that I’m not responding. 

“Moving on,” I say. 

She gazes out the window.  “The other day you took Seymour out of his little cage and you were holding him so nicely. You always call him little guy. Hey, little guy. It’s sweet. And when you look at him, you kind of soften…”

She rambles on about me and Seymour.

Something strange ripples through my chest. “I think this is going to take all week.” I scroll down. “I’m not doing seventy questions. Choose three.” 

She studies the list. “Past significant relationships,” she says. “I was engaged when I was twenty-two. We were young. It was stupid.” 

Stupid? “In what way?” I ask. 

She shrugs. “Just stupid.” I wait for her to elaborate, but she’s back to scanning the list. She went on about her hamster, and this is what she decides to hold back on? I could see Tabitha getting engaged to somebody inappropriate. Was he the male version of Tabitha? Colorful and happy-go-lucky? Did he wear hats and play the ukulele or something? I find the whole idea annoying. 

“And that’s it for your significant relationships?” I ask. 

“I keep things casual these days,” she says. “I’m a friends-with-benefits gal.” 

I frown, not loving that, either. 

“Waiting,” she says. 

“No significant relationships—ever,” I say. “Next.” 

“Okay, what is your dream? Your ultimate goal in life?”

I fixe a steely gaze on her. “I’m a billionaire flying around in my own jet. I’m living the dream.”

“Come on,” she says. “People never stop dreaming of the next thing. Don’t billionaires try to fly to the moon in a rocket ship once they have everything else nailed?”

“A rocket ship is just a rich man’s Corvette,” I say. 

“What do I know? Maybe you’re the Corvette type…” Her smile is mischievous. “Some men require a Corvette…you know…” 

I lower my voice. “I definitely don’t require a Corvette.” 

She snorts, like it’s all so ridiculous, but dusky rose spots seem to heat her cheeks and it’s…compelling. We shouldn’t have dressed her up in these new clothes. It’s making me forget that she’s Tabitha Evans, the most annoying human being that I know. 

About the Book:

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 her, 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…

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About the Author:

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