by Stacey Lynn
FAKE
WIFE
The following chapter has not been fully edited and subject to change before final publication.
PROLOGUE
TEAGAN
I stare at the man, the absolutely beautiful man, across the table from me, completely disbelieving what he’s just said.
I had to have misheard.
He couldn’t have just offered me what I think he did.
Perhaps when I slammed into the back of his Mercedes forty-five minutes ago I gave him a concussion. Maybe the accident gave me a concussion.
“Are you serious?” Propping my elbows on the table, I lean forward to hear him better. “You can’t be. We should get you to the hospital. I think when I rear-ended you it gave you a concussion. Are you sure you didn’t hit your head?”
Corbin Lane relaxes against his chair at our table at Le Chat Noir. His golden-brown hair shines, a bit wavy, long on top but still short enough not to cross the line from professional to hipster. His cornflower-blue eyes haven’t veered from my direction for the last hour.
A typical man would have yelled at me, threatened me with a lawsuit, demanded my insurance information, and returned to his day, doing whatever playboy billionaires do.
Not this guy. He asked for my insurance information, and when he saw the tears streaming down my cheeks, the clothes and boxes strewn all over my cramped backseat, he asked me if I was okay. Then he escorted me to this nearby restaurant, asked me a million questions, and then this . . .
This . . . proposition, as he called it.
“I’m not joking. I think this solves both of our problems.”
I drink the rest of my wine and set the glass aside. The alcohol has made me tipsy.
Corbin smiles again. I’ve seen that smile plastered on the gossip pages and on the news for the last five years, ever since I moved to Portland. So sexy he makes girls stupid, he’s an heir to the Lane Holdings fortune, a great-grandson of one of the Oregon Gold Rush families, and son of the CEO of Lane Holdings. When his father retires, Corbin is poised to run the multibillion-dollar company.
“I think you’re going to have to explain it to me again.”
“It’s simple, really. You need a place to live and I’m offering you one. You need time to find a new job, and I’m providing financially for you to do that. We can iron out the details later, but this needs to last at least two years.”
Two years. Two years of my life spent in close proximity to one of Time magazine’s top-ten sexiest and wealthiest bachelors in the world. Three years in a row.
Yeah, I’m a fangirl.
Shit.
Two more years of life wasted.
Although the money he’s offering will definitely help me set up my dream when it’s over.
“Listen, Corbin—”
“Consider it. Take all the time you need.”
“I’m still not sure I understand what you get out of it.”
Beautiful, luscious lips tip into a full-blown smile and I’m almost blinded by the brightness of his teeth. “Me? I get a wife.”
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Other Books by Stacey Lynn
The Rough Riders Series
Dirty Player
Filthy Player
The Luminous Series
Dominate Me
Crave Me
Long For Me
The Fireside Series
His to Love
His to Protect
His to Cherish
His to Seduce
The Affair Series – S. Layne
Entice
Embrace
Enflame
Just One Series
Just One Song
Just One Week
Just One Regret
Just One Moment
The Nordic Lords Series
Point of Return
Point of Redemption
Point of Freedom
Point of Surrender
Other Books
Captive – The Fidelity Kindle World
Remembering Us
Don’t Lie To Me
Try Me – A Don’t Lie To Me Novella
Coming in 2018
The Crazy Love Series
Fake Wife
Knocked Up
THANK YOU
I have the best team! Thank you so much to Shannon, Hilary, Ellie, and Virginia. You ladies make my world go around. Thank you for all your hard work with helping me promote Filthy Player as well as your creative abilities and design and editing. You’re all amazing.
The Rough Riders was supposed to be a standalone, beginning and ending with Dirty Player. It was supposed to be a break from more emotional stories I was writing with The Fireside Series and lighten up my mind a bit. Instead, due to the constant messages I received from my readers, I began thinking…”What if?” And Filthy Player was born. Now, these guys are burrowing deep, and while I don’t know whose story is next, there will definitely be more Rough Riders in the future, so stay tuned!
To my readers and all the bloggers who are excited about my books, and tirelessly promote authors, thank you from the bottom of my heart! I couldn’t do what I love without your help and I’m so eternally thankful.
And last…but definitely not least. My family. You’re the best parts about my day and my life. I love you always.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Stacey Lynn currently lives in Minnesota with her husband and four children. When she’s not conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or on the boat with her family enjoying Minnesota’s beautiful, yet too short, summer.
She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.
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