Contract Kisses Only
READING AGE 18+
Contract KissesHe needs a miracle. She needs a paycheck. In the world of the ultra-wealthy, love is the only thing money can’t buy—but it can certainly rent a convincing fake.Leo Vane is the "Pretty Boy" of Salt City, a chronically unserious trust-fund heir who lives his life through a camera lens and a VibeCheck filter. He’s spent twenty-five years hiding behind a smirk and a comedy routine to escape the towering shadow of his billionaire cousin, Julian. But the party is over. His parents have issued a Christmas ultimatum: Get a real life and a real girlfriend, or get cut off from the Vane fortune forever.Enter Evie.Evie is a brilliant, no-nonsense accounting major who has fought for every cent she’s ever had. Growing up in the foster system taught her that "happily ever after" is a fairy tale, but "financial security" is a goal. To save her final semester of college after her scholarship is cut, she runs a secret, highly professional business: she is a "Social Strategist" for hire—the perfect fake girlfriend for men with too much money and too little maturity.The contract is simple:Fourteen days at the elite Vane mountain estate.Zero sex.Strictly professional PDA for the parents.Absolutely no falling for the client.Leo thinks he’s hired an actress he can charm. Evie thinks she’s just balancing another ledger. But between the snowy gala nights, the suffocating pressure of the Vane legacy, and the moments when Leo’s camera stops rolling, the line between "the lore" and the truth begins to blur.In a house full of secrets and "contract marriages," Leo and Evie are about to find out that the most dangerous thing you can do with a professional pretender... is tell them the truth."Business before pleasure. Unless the business is the pleasure."
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Leo’s POV
The sun in Salt City was a snitch. It crept through the gaps in my blackout curtains at 10:00 AM, hitting me right in the eyes like a spotlight at a deposition. I groaned, pulling a silk pillow over my head, trying to retreat back into a dream where I wasn't soaked in lemon water and my heart wasn't being held hostage by……
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