Finally...I'm happy to announce that The Agreement is now available in all Amazon, B&N, Kobo, and iTunes stores. Get your copy here:

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I'm so excited, so I have posted the prologue and a sample below. I hope you'll enjoy this book. Please leave a review, and recommend it to your friends if you enjoy it! And don't forget to stop at my 12 Days of Giveaways party tomorrow.

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Predictable. Boring. Safe.
That's what life is supposed to be like. As the rightful heir to Waterfront Shore, I would gladly refuse my inheritance. I don't want the money. I sure don't want to have anything to do with its dark past. Except for the letters of my deceased mother, I would be willing to cut losses and move on and give up my rich lifestyle. But my stepfather expects me to marry. And then there is my new fiancé.
My hot, fake fiancé.

Tall, handsome, mysterious. 
That's how Chase Wright is.
Unfortunately, he is not mine.
Unfortunately, too, the day I hired him, I signed an agreement.
When an innocent plan lands us engaged, none of us are prepared for the consequences. No one warned us that we could fall in love. Maybe The Agreement wasn't such a good idea.
I should stay away from him and forget about our one night together.
Except, he doesn't want to….


The first time I saw Lauren Hanson, it was on a snapshot in a thick folder brought to me by my lawyer, Richard Crook. I was sat at the mahogany desk in my multimillion-dollar mansion on the outskirts of Santa Barbara in California.The valley stretching beyond the large bay windows was streaked in the colors of the setting sun—the deep red as ominous as the rage surging through me at the prospect of what I was about to do.
Laurie was an attractive girl with brown hair reaching down to her narrow waist—the kind you could twist around your fist and pull gently as you rode her hard, then forget all about her. She looked like a nice girl with an innocent glint in her hazel eyes that reflected even through a photograph. In less than forty-eight hours I'd be using that innocence to make her mine forever.
“Are you sure, Mr. Wright?” Crook asked.
I nodded gravely and tossed the folder back to him.
“You've barely looked at her,” he continued, “or her background. Maybe you should wait. I could look into alternatives and—”
“I'm not interested in her life story,” I said through gritted teeth, cutting him off. “Just make that meeting happen, and I'll take over from there.”
Crook heaved a defeated sigh. He didn't argue as he picked up the folder but left Laurie's photo on the desk. Her hazel gaze looked at me accusingly. I turned it over so I could flee it for the time being, figuring soon enough I'd have no choice but to face the hatred embedded in her eyes, staining her heart forever.
Tomorrow afternoon,” Crook said upon leaving. “If you change your mind…”
“I won't,” I said sharply, “and don't be late.”

Chapter 1

t was almost noon when I arrived at my apartment. Everything was silent when I entered. After insisting for an hour that Chase take me home—the one place I had always felt safe but no longer did—he had given in, but only under the condition that I called him immediately if anything scared me. The moment I closed the door behind me, Jude called over from the kitchen, “Where have you been?”
I shrugged out of my jacket and joined her at the kitchen table. “I spent the night with Chase.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You did what?” She let out a cascade of incredulous laughter.
“It wasn't what your dirty mind is imagining.” Actually, it probably wasn't far from the truth, but Jude didn't need to know that. In spite of the situation, a laugh escaped my throat.
“What happened?” Her eyes were as big as saucepans, and her smile was so bright I wouldn't have been surprised if a satellite could have picked it up from the stratosphere. But as much as I wanted to tell her, I couldn't spill the beans because I had more pressing issues to worry about. Ever since I had opened the envelope, and seeing Chase's and my face circled with a thick red marker, I felt a kind of foreboding that left me nauseated. Chase had been right when he asked me not to tell anyone about it. Jude might be my best friend, but I didn't want my fear to infect her and risk her getting all paranoid on me. My paranoia was enough to deal with. Having her fears imposed on me was the last thing I needed.
“I'm sorry for dashing your hopes, but I didn't sleep with him,” I said.
“Oh.” She stared at me in badly disguised disbelief, the disappointment clearly etched across her face. Eventually, she shrugged her shoulders and a grin tugged at her lips. “What's wrong with you? You spent the night at his place. It would have been so easy, Laurie.”
“I'm not sleeping with him, Jude. Period.” I glared at her, my gaze both imploring and threatening if she didn't drop the subject. “He's just a friend and that's all I want him to be.”
Which was a lie.
A big, fat lie.


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