Love's Gamble
The stakes have never been higher… When aspiring private investigator Prudence Washington delivers legal documents to Max Benton, she receives an unexpected marriage proposal. Notorious playboy Max needs a fake wife in order to receive his hefty inheritance. Agreeing to the plan will help Pru's bank balance…and vacationing with the sexy billionaire is doing wonders for her libido.Max spends more time in the tabloids than in the boardroom, but he's got huge plans for a new chain of hotels. He'll happily prove he's turned over a new leaf by sharing a room–and unforgettable nights–with his gorgeous new "wife." Working together to expose a saboteur only increases their combustive attraction. But can he convince the woman he drew into a lie that he'll do anything to make this connection last?
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The stakes have never been higherâ¦
When aspiring private investigator Prudence Washington delivers legal documents to Max Benton, she receives an unexpected marriage proposal. Notorious playboy Max needs a fake wife in order to receive his hefty inheritance. Agreeing to the plan will help Pruâs bank balanceâ¦and vacationing with the sexy billionaire is doing wonders for her libido.
Max spends more time in the tabloids than in the boardroom, but heâs got huge plans for a new chain of hotels. Heâll happily prove heâs turned over a new leaf by sharing a roomâand unforgettable nightsâwith his gorgeous new âwife.â Working together to expose a saboteur only increases their combustive attraction. But can he convince the woman he drew into a lie that heâll do anything to make this connection last?
Max let a few seconds tick by before asking once again, âTruth or dare.â
âDare,â she answered immediately, welcoming the change of subject from Maxâs âplansâ for her. Now wishing she hadnât asked about that in the first place.
âYou should have picked truth,â he said. âSure you donât want to change your mind?â
He still hadnât touched her, but the sexual tension was back. Buzzing between them like an electric magnet.
Pruâs legs began to feel a little weak, but she shook her head in answer to his question. The old Pru wouldnât have backed down.
There came a moment of silence so suspended, it made Pru feel as if she were at the top of a roller coaster. Then he said, âDance with me.â
He reached into the basket and pulled out his phone. A few seconds later, it played a fairly new club anthem that Pru recognized from the night of their nightclub wedding.
As my longtime readers know, I donât write heroesâI turn villains into heroes, in the hottest ways possible. Max Benton, the playboy brother of Cole Benton from Vegas Baby, happens to be one of my favorite turns, because heâs a bad boy to the core. Disreputable, dishonorable, distressingly hotâand totally unapologetic about it.
I hope you enjoy watching Max get exactly what he deserves in Pru, a righteous and bodacious heroine, whoâs about to turn his self-serving world inside out.
Love,
Theodora
THEODORA TAYLOR writes hot books with heart. When not reading, reviewing or writing, she enjoys spending time with her amazing family, going on date nights with her wonderful husband, and attending parties thrown by others. Visit her at theodorataylor.com and at facebook.com/theodorataylorauthor.
To everyone who asked me about Max and Pru.
Here you go!
Contents
Tracking down Max Benton would involve walking straight into a den of temptation. Of course it would.
Pru could practically feel the bass from the nightclubâs music entering her body through her feet and rocking its way up to her hips. The music came courtesy of Mike Benz, an up-and-coming half Dutch, half Cameroonian DJ who was enjoying his first stateside residency at Sin, one of New Orleansâs premier nightclubs. His beats were fantastically good. So good, they awakened a long-dormant urge within Pru to get out on the crowded dance floor.
Back in the day it hadnât taken more than a glass of champagne and the right song to get Pru on the floor. And sheâd often stayed there all night, enjoying bottle service courtesy of her latest boyfriend or admirer, dancing with her fellow showgirls until she couldnât dance anymore. Back in the day, her number-one goal in life had been to squeeze as much fun as she possibly could into her twenties, and to prove to everyone she came in contact with that Prudence Washington was the exact opposite of her boring name.
She was no longer a showgirl or hell-bent on proving that there was nothing prudent about her. Nonetheless, she was currently dressed to party well, in a little gold minidress pulled the day before from her motherâs vintage collection of seventies-era cocktail attire. She considered it a uniform, the uniform she needed to get her job done. Her current job being Max Benton. And she was all about her job, which was why instead of hopping on the dance floor, she headed straight for VIP.
The hulking security guard standing at the bottom of the roped-off stairs that led up to the VIP area gave her an approving once-over as she approached. She must have had a little of the old Pru magic leftover, she thought.
Sheâd made the right choice. In the background, she heard the DJ announce that he was taking a break but would be back on the turntables before the night was through. Then his excellent beats were replaced by canned Top 40 music playing at even higher decibels.
