Title: Ruthless Love
Author: Demi Damson
Genre: MF Contemporary – Romance
Release Date: June 18, 2017
Charlotte Nichols thinks romance is just a worthless fairy tale.
Jordan Lovett might be the city’s most eligible CEO but to
Charlotte, he’s a route to revenge. His father stole her father’s
company, and she won’t stop until the Lovett family is ruined.
Jordan is just a spoiled playboy, and she’s happy to use him as
her way in, even if that means pretending to be his date for the
weekend.
Jordan Lovett knows that romance is just a path to heartbreak.
He’s had his share of gold diggers but when the latest one leaves
him for his own father, he gives up on the fairer sex completely.
Now he needs a woman on his arm to face his father’s
engagement, and he’s not feeling choosy. His friend says he
knows an escort to stand in as his public-facing girlfriend for
the weekend and Jordan’s happy with that as a solution.
When Charlotte walks into his life, he has no idea he’s just given
the job to the wrong person.
Jordan traced a circle around the tattoo on her wrist. “What’s the R stand for?”
A trail of excitement followed the path of his finger. “Ruthless,” she whispered.
Jordan didn’t know that Charlotte wasn’t who she claimed to be.
Charlotte didn’t know Jordan thought she was an escort. And neither of them
knew that there was any risk of falling in love.
No cheating, no cliff-hangers! Just a little bit of steam and a whole lot of happily ever after.
The PA didn’t look amused. She picked up the phone. “Your ten o’clock is here, Mr. Lovett.”
Charlotte stared at the floor, trying to pretend that she hadn’t been listening in. The door behind the desk opened and a man stepped out. “Joyce, I don’t have a ten o’clock. And I said to leave the door open. You don’t need to use the intercom.”
Charlotte stood up to introduce herself but she couldn’t get a word out. The portrait in the newspaper, she had to admit, didn’t do the man justice. He wore an expensive suit, almost certainly designer, but his collar was unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up. His short dark hair was slightly ruffed as if he’d been running his hands through it. There was a five o’clock shadow on his chiseled jaw even though it was not yet ten o’clock. She realized she was staring at his lips before raising her eyes to look into his: dark, intense, penetrating.
He looked her up and down. “Oh, wait. You’re Buddy’s friend?”
She nodded uncertainly, not understanding but not wanting to turn this man down in any way.
Jordan smiled back at her, that same charming smile as in the photograph. The same penetrating eyes, his broad shoulders stunning in the Italian suit (also worth more than her annual income, a bitchy part of her mind said) and large, tanned hands looking oh-so-touchable.
Get yourself together, Nichols. “Hi, my name is Charlotte and—”
“Charlotte?” He furrowed his brow. “Is that your real name?”
Demi Damson writes romance and erotica from a small shack a few steps away from the sea. She has a fondness for red wine and black lace. Her first full-length novel, Ruthless Love, is a step in the direction she wants to take.
