I'm very pleased to have Money Back Guarantee back out in the world. This book has a long history. I always liked the way the story turned out. Obtaining the rights back to it now allows me to make it available as a stand-alone story. I hope you'll enjoy Money Back Guarantee. - Rayne Forrest
Slade Martin
is under attack. An electronic thief absconded with all his liquid personal
wealth and someone on his board of directors is plotting a hostile takeover.
The obvious culprit isn’t the guilty party, and Slade gets help to find the
real perpetrator from a surprise source – the lovely and capable Iris
D’Vance.
Iris D’Vance
is determined to not repeat her mistakes with men – until she meets Slade
Martin, and decides all bets are off. Accepting the invitation to sit on the
board of Slade’s charitable foundation lands her in the middle corporate
intrigue. Slade needs her help and makes her an offer she can’t turn down.
Slade and Iris join forces to unravel the plot
to ruin Slade and discover their interest in each other runs deeper than
sharing altruistic works. When the person behind Slade’s woes is found, it’s
Iris who’s in danger. Slade has to act fast to bring her home safe and make
good on his money back guarantee.
INTRO:
Slade stalked off the elevator, his
prey dead center in the crosshairs. Primed and loaded, one word from Ms. Iris
D’Vance, and he’d let the hammer fall. Damn her. He sucked in a deep breath to
replace the air that whooshed out of his lungs as her appearance burned onto
his corneas.
Damn her for standing in front of
the windows with the sunlight coming in behind her. Every luscious curve was
visible through the backlit fabric of her dress. He’d not seen anything that
amazing in…well, he’d never seen anything that amazing. His temper bled away,
replaced by a surge of lust. Maybe he needed to rethink his approach, and fast,
before she got away with old man Farnsmore.
Iris turned slightly and spotted
him. Her eyes widened, she stiffened, then her composure slid back into place.
It didn’t matter. Slade had seen the sudden interest in her eyes. He held out
his hand to her for a friendly handshake.
“Ms. D’Vance, I apologize for
getting off on the wrong foot upstairs. I get a little nervous before board
meetings.”
Iris accepted his hand. Her lips
parted. He closed his fingers around hers, noting how cold hers were as he
lifted them to his lips.
“I’m sorry. That was forward of me.
I hope you’ll forgive me.”
Her chin lifted, and her lovely
hazel eyes took on a new, hard glint.
“I’m sure that well-rehearsed and
very tired line still works on some women, but I assure you, I’m not one of
them, Mr. Martin.”
Slade very grudgingly gave her high
marks for honesty. He’d asked for that, and she’d given it to him.
“No, it doesn’t work, obviously.
I’ll have to practice it.”
“Not on me, Mr. Martin. Now if
you’ll excuse me, there’s my ride.”
Dismissed, for God’s sake.
Torpedoed.
Slade grabbed her wrist. She shot
him a cold look that would have sent a weaker man to his knees.
Well, she could glare at him all
she wanted to. What he had to say was important.
“Whatever it is you and Farnsmore
have schemed up, I warn you now, he’ll turn on you the minute you’ve outlived
your usefulness.”
Her look turned wary. “What are you
talking about, Mr. Martin?”
“Don’t play stupid. I know old
Reggie worked his glib tongue with the other members to get you a seat on my
board. Now you’d best remember it is my board. Drop Farnsmore before you get in
over your head.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Have it your way, but don’t say I
didn’t warn you about Reggie and his cronies.” Slade left her standing there,
turning abruptly and calling for his car.
Curse the day Reginald Farnsmore
managed to wrangle a seat on the CRM board! The man was nothing but trouble.
Slade slid into the driver’s seat of his vintage Cadillac. Crap. He needed to
pay the permit for the gasoline engine because in his current financial
straits, he couldn’t afford the steep fine for a lapse.
How did Iris fit into Reggie’s
grandiose scheme to take over the board? Maybe Farnsmore thought she’d be a
proper distraction. If that were the case, Slade had to admit the man had
picked a woman who could get his mind on other things. Too bad she didn’t have
the balls, well, ovaries, to own up to it.
The look in her eyes swam in his
memory, the look of shocked confusion that she’d not been able to hide as he’d
delivered his warning.
Fucking hell. His chest tightened,
constricting painfully around his heart. She’d not been faking. No one could
act that well. Maybe she really didn’t know.
Great, now he’d have to save both D’Vance and CRM from
Farnsmore.
Welcome to my corner of the My Sexy Saturday blog hop! Thanks for stopping by. This morning I'm highlighting seven sexy paragraphs from the new release Money Back Guarantee. Enjoy!
