Swept Into The Tycoon's World
He may be Prince Charming. But does she still believe in fairytales?The last six years of Bree Evans’ personal life have been such a disaster that she’s decided to refocus on her successful cookie business. Until her gorgeous former crush, Brand Wallace – now a dashing internet tycoon –sweeps her into his world…
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He may still be Prince Charming...
But does she still believe in fairy tales?
The last six years of Bree Evansâs personal life have been such a disaster that sheâs determined to stick to what sheâs good atâher blossoming cookie business. But when her gorgeous teenage crush, Brand Wallaceânow a sleek internet tycoonâcrosses her path again and sweeps her into his world, Breeâs forced to ask herself...what really is a life without love?
CARA COLTER shares her life in beautiful British Columbia, Canada, with her husband, nine horses and one small Pomeranian with a large attitude. She loves to hear from readers, and you can learn more about her and contact her through Facebook.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07796-5
SWEPT INTO THE TYCOONâS WORLD
© 2018 Cara Colter
Published in Great Britain 2018
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To Kymber,
the man my daughter has given her heart to.
Contents
âWHO IS THAT?â Chelseaâs whisper was breathless.
Bree Evans shot her young assistant an exasperated look. âYouâve got to stop it. We were asked at the briefing not to gawk at the celebrities. Itâs part of our agreement to provide sample products and a display for this event. To be strictly professional. No staring. No autographs. Noââ
Chelsea, unaware, or uncaring, that she was jeopardizing Breeâs big break, was not paying the least bit of attention to her boss. Instead she was standing completely frozen, a neatly gift-wrapped box of Kookies for All Occasionsâ Love Bites in her hand. Bree followed her gaze, looking toward the outside door that led into the foyer area of the concert hall, where they were setting up.
Oh, no.
âWho is that?â Chelsea whispered again.
Oh, no. Had she said it out loud?
He was everything Bree remembered, only more. She had not seen him, in person, anyway, for six years. Though it hardly seemed possible, in that time his presence had multiplied. He had lost any hint of boyish slenderness, and the gorgeous lines of his face had settled into maturity. His dark brown hair, which she remembered as untamed, touching his collar and sweeping across his forehead, was now cut short and neatly groomed, as befit his position.
âItâs Brand Wallace,â Bree said carefully. She positioned herself with her back to the doorway he was coming through. Her heart was beating way too fast. Good grief. Her palms were sweating.
âLike in Braveheart?â Chelsea gasped.
âThat was Mel Gibson,â Bree explained with what was left of her patience. âGibson played the part of William Wallaceâhe wasnât William Wallace.â
