Blackmailed Into a Fake Engagement / Tempted Into the Tycoon's Trap: Blackmailed Into a Fake Engagement

Blackmailed Into a Fake Engagement / Tempted Into the Tycoon's Trap: Blackmailed Into a Fake Engagement
Emily McKay

Leanne Banks

Blackmailed Into a Fake Engagement Leanne Banks Years after she’d fled Hollywood, former actress Gwen and film industry big shot Luc – a man she had never met before – announced that they were engaged! Forced into the charade, Gwen will be swept into Luc’s world of movie premieres and celebrity power plays. Tempted Into the Tycoon’s Trap Emily McKay Somehow the tabloids had discovered Cece’s passionate history with Jack and his connection to her dark-haired little boy. Now Jack is forcing her into a lavish Tinseltown wedding with none of the marital benefits…THE HUDSONS OF BEVERLY HILLS Privilege and passion…all in the public eye!

Blackmailed Into a Fake Engagement by Leanne Banks

“Put this on,” he said. Lifting the large solitaire with a diamond-studded band, he caught her left hand and pushed the ring onto her finger.

Gwen gaped at the ring, shocked at how well it fitted. “How did you know –” “Pretend you’re madly in love with me,” he said and tugged her towards the front door. “But what –”

“The paparazzi,” he said and opened the door.

Gwen immediately heard a dozen clicks from the camera. Luc slid his arm around her waist. “Gotta give you guys credit. You’re the first. You make it damn hard to keep a relationship private.”

He turned towards Gwen and dipped his head. “I think they’ve caught us, sweetheart,” he said and lowered his mouth to hers.

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“Come on, Jack, let’s not make more of this than it is. Old habits die hard.”

“Old habits die hard?” Bitterness tinged his voice. “And here I thought this was consolation sex. How many excuses do you think you need to sleep with me?”

“You think these are excuses to sleep with you? They’re reasons not to get involved with you again.”

The absolute conviction of her words stung. “I don’t recall asking you to get involved.”

“Oh, no,” she scoffed. “That would be way too much commitment for you. You haven’t changed one bit.”

“No. I haven’t changed. And neither has this attraction between us. All I want is for you to admit it.”

Blackmailed Into a Fake Engagement

by

Leanne Banks

Tempted Into the Tycoon’s Trap

by

Emily McKay

MILLS & BOON®

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Blackmailed Into a Fake Engagement

by

Leanne Banks

Leanne Banks is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author who is surprised every time she realises how many books she has written. Leanne loves chocolate, the beach and new adventures. To name a few, Leanne has ridden on an elephant, stood on an ostrich egg (no, it didn’t break), gone parasailing and indoor skydiving. Leanne loves writing romance because she believes in the power and magic of love. She lives in Virginia with her family and her four-and-a-half-pound Pomeranian, named Bijou.

Dear Reader,

I’m so thrilled to launch this exciting, juicy series, THE HUDSONS OF BEVERLY HILLS! There’s money and scandal and, most importantly, great men. In my story, Gwen McCord has left Hollywood eating her dust and she has no desire to return. She’s happy where she is, but a family emergency and Luc Hudson force her to change plans. Luc turns her peaceful life upside down. We all want a man like that in our lives, yes?

Writing for Desire™ is a dream come true. Every day I’m privileged to weave a story featuring a heart-stopping, all-man hero and the lucky, deserving heroine who teaches him the importance of love.

Here’s to Mills & Boon, for all the excitement and pleasure you continue to bring us all!

Leanne Banks

This book is dedicated to all the readers and lovers of Mills & Boon and Desire™

Prologue

“I bet my Ferrari,” Devlin Hudson said to Luc in a room filled with cigar smoke, brotherly rivalries and the aroma of expensive alcohol.

“You sold your Ferrari,” Luc said, calmly arranging the cards in his hand. “I bet my twenty-five-year-old scotch.”

“Technicality,” Devlin said, clamping his mouth over the cigar. “Check.”

“Your cards must smell like your feet,” Luc said.

Max Hudson took a swallow of his scotch. “I’m holding.”

Jack Hudson, their cousin, swore. “He’s not saying much. That means he’s got a killer hand.”

Jack was an excellent judge of character, but Luc knew that Max could bluff with the best of them, even if he did it quietly. “That’s what he wants you to believe.”

Max slid Luc a sideways glance. “Your PR psychology has gone to your head.”

“You wish,” Luc said. “I see the dirty underbelly, and I usually know when someone is taking me for a ride.”

Jack looked from Luc to Max. “I’ll see your scotch and add my Patrón,” he said.

“You’re toast,” Luc said.

“Shut up,” Max said.

Devlin just growled.

Luc’s cell phone rang, interrupting the game.