Before achieving her dream of working from home creating happy-ever-afters while studiously avoiding any form of actual housework, Nina put in time as both an accountant and a recruitment consultant. She figures the lack of romance in her previous jobs is now balancing out.
After a childhood spent in Peterlee (U.K.), Rye (U.S.A.), Winchester (U.K.) and Paris (France), Nina now lives in Brighton (U.K.), and has vowed never to move again! Unless, of course, she runs out of bookshelves. Though there is always the airing cupboard…
For my husband, Sandy, and our children,
Jack, Harmony and Harry.
Thank you for putting up with me whilst I wrote this book.
It probably wasn’t easy.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Excerpt
PROLOGUE
August edition. Glossip magazine
Today’s advice column is for all you gold-diggers out there.
How to bag a billionaire in six easy steps.
Looking for a lifestyle change?
Down on your luck?
Don’t despair! How about you bag yourself a billionaire?
OK, ladies—here’s how you do it:
1. Identify your target:
He needs to be loaded and he needs to be single—and wouldn’t it be a bonus if he were drop-dead gorgeous, as well? Too much to hope for? Not today. Because we have done some digging and found a dream target for you. Drumroll, please... We give you Mr Adam Masterson, Founder and CEO of Masterson Hotels. Richer than rich and sexier than sin.
2. Discover what he likes in a woman:
We’ve done some research and it wasn’t easy, folks. Adam Masterson is a bit of a dark horse. But the good news is that over the past years he has been seen about town with a variety of types. Blonde or dark. Small or tall... This field is open to all. Adam Masterson’s only criteria is beauty: the man likes his ladies easy on the eye.
3. Adjust yourself accordingly:
Hubble, bubble, toil and trouble... Lotions, potions, get on with the motions! Start beautifying, ladies.
4. Work out your target’s routine:
This is a tough one. Adam Masterson has no routine—Paris one day, London the next. But we have it on good authority that his swish flagship hotel might be the place to start.
5. Waylay target:
Time to find your inner minx and cook up some schemes.
6. Seduce target:
Over to you...
Adam Masterson is out there. He is worth billions and he is worth bagging. Who will bag him first?
Happy Hunting!
ONE
She could get arrested for this.
The thought pounded her temples as Olivia Evans glanced around the dark and thankfully deserted London alleyway at the back of Masterson Mayfair, the flagship of Masterson Enterprises hotel portfolio.
Why had she thought gatecrashing one of London’s most exclusive parties was a good idea?
A bead of perspiration prickled her forehead. Swiping it away with an impatient gesture, she pressed her lips together hard. This was a good idea because it was the only idea left. It was imperative that she see Adam Masterson before he gallivanted off on yet another business trip. She had tried every conventional method of contacting him, but the man was more closely guarded than the president of the United States. There was every possibility his PA doubled as Head of National Security.
Desperate times called for desperate measures; hence Operation Break and Enter.
Olivia hauled in a breath; with any luck that would push the panic down. One final glance around and, standing on her tote bag, she applied herself to the task of picking the window lock. Amazing how some childhood skills didn’t desert you. Even those learnt from one of the more unsavoury of her mother’s boyfriends. The thought of her mother had her shoving the hooked pick deeper into the lock until she felt it butt into the mechanism; she would not give up now.
Nerves knotted inside her before giving way to a buzz of exhilarated relief as the lock gave. Pocketing the pick, she pulled the window open, then jumped off the tote bag. She thrust the bag through the gap a minute later.
So far, so good. Her reconnaissance of the hotel had been spot-on; the room she had chosen as an access point was a small conference room which wouldn’t be in use tonight as the hotel was being exclusively given over to a charity gala. Hosted by Adam Masterson. Finally she had him in her sights.
She scrambled up onto the window ledge and her nerves retied themselves right back up. What her recon hadn’t bargained for was the size of the window gap.