A CONVENIENT ARRANGEMENT
by Maggie Marr—$.99 Sale Blitz
March 31, 2016
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Billionaire tech genius Leo Travati is the ultimate playboy.
He's the poster boy for bachelor life...literally.
The launch of Leo’s new app The Convenient Arrangement solidifies his rank as the #1 most eligible bachelor--and he plans to keep things that way.
Gwen Fleming is well aware of Leo’s reputation. But after one electrifying touch, she finds herself considering “no strings” just to satisfy the need that burns whenever Leo is near.
Only what begins as no-strings grows more complicated, because Leo feels the intense attraction as well.
Could this convenient arrangement last forever?
A Convenient Arrangement by USA Today bestselling author Maggie Marr is book 3 in The Travati Family series, which is part of the Eligible Billionaires series.
SERIES & NUMBER
The Travati Family, Book 3
The Eligible Billionaires, Book 8
OTHER BOOKS IN SERIES
Can't Buy Me Love
One Night for Love
A Christmas Billionaire
Last Call for Love
Running for Love
A Forever Love (The Travati Family Book 1)
A Billionaire for Christmas (The Travati Family Book 2)
A Convenient Arrangement (The Travati Family Book 3)
A Forbidden Love (The Travati Family Book 4)
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Maggie Marr is the author of contemporary romance and women’s fiction. She writes smart, sexy, women and the men they love.
She got her start in Hollywood pushing the mail cart at ICM, but quickly rose through the ranks to become a motion picture literary agent. As well as writing, she maintains a boutique legal practice dedicated to the needs of creatives & entrepreneurs.
She is the current President of Los Angeles Romance Authors (LARA) and legal adviser to the Women’s Fiction Writers Association (WFWA).
Maggie loves all things pop culture and when she isn’t taking care of her clients or writing she can be found reading, chasing kids, or exercising her rescue pup.
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Her belly heated and the hair on her neck stood on end. Oh no. No. No, no, no, no. The heat in her cheeks, they had to be glowing red. Leo was here, just behind her, she could feel it. Being near him was like walking into an electrical field…or in front of an oncoming train.
“Leo said the same thing”—one corner of Mrs. Bello’s mouth lifted into a smile—“hot shower and a nap and he was a new person.”
Gwen pressed her lips into a line and then pushed a giant smile onto her face. “Funny how that works.” She turned and her gaze locked with Leo’s.
Her stomach twisted. Her heart stalled. Her panties grew wet. Her entire body raged in a war between anger and want.
“Leo, Aubrey said you weren’t feeling well. Glad to see that you’re better.” She leaned forward and pecked each of his cheeks. Man. Soap. Oranges. Leo smelled of all these things, just as her pillows and sheets at home now did. She pulled back, tilted her head and gave him a sharp wtf look. He’d said he wasn’t coming. He’d said that she should come. He’d said that—
“You seem to be cruising to one hundred percent too. Aubs mentioned you’d come down with what? A cold?” He narrowed his eyes, took a drink of his beer, and glanced toward Aubrey on the far side of the room. “Sure hope you aren’t contagious. Wouldn’t want to get the pregnant lady sick.” He turned back to Gwen. “Maybe you should go home.” He lifted an eyebrow, as if to silently ask what the hell are you doing here.
Gwen bristled at his words. She was not going home. He’d insisted she should come to dinner today so as to squelch any rumors that might have started if they’d both missed the party after leaving Justin and Aubrey’s together last night. That is, if anyone had noticed—please God let no one have noticed. She was here now and she wasn’t going anywhere, not on his say-so.
“I’m pretty sure that I was just a little hung over. All better now.” She shot him an icy glare. “But you? Aubrey said you nearly hacked up a lung. Could it be pneumonia? Maybe you should take a quick run over to urgent care. Might take four or five hours, but you definitely wouldn’t want Aubrey to get pneumonia. Pregnant women have repressed immune systems. It’s science.”
Leo didn’t answer, but a long slow breath and narrowed eyelids indicated his annoyance loudly enough.
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