Book Title: A GENTLEMAN'S AGREEMENT
Publication Date: 10-24-2015
ASIN: B0172YH9XM
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Author: Joy Avery
About
The Book
When it comes to love, all deals are off!
Blake Farrington knows exactly who to call when he
finds himself needing crisis management. Yes, this task is outside Eunice
Howard’s usual realm of responsibilities, but he’s willing to make it worth her
time. Plus, she’s ideal for the role. Who better to play his pretend lover than
the one woman who knows him almost better than he knows himself?
The last thing Eunice Howard expects when summoned to
her boss’s office is a request to play the role of his new love interest to
appease his mother, restless to marry him off. Foolishly agreeing, she ventures
with him to Farrington Estates for the Thanksgiving holiday. She thought she’d
seen all sides of Blake Farrington, but the man who emerges is a man she could
easily love.
Their agreement blossoms into a connection neither
expected—nor are willing to admit. When the lines between make-believe and
reality blur, something phenomenal occurs.
About
The Author
By day, Joy Avery works as a customer service
assistant. By night, the North Carolina native travels to imaginary
worlds—creating characters whose romantic journeys invariably end happily ever
after.
Since she was a young girl growing up in Garner, Joy
knew she wanted to write. Stumbling onto romance novels, she discovered her
passion for love stories; instantly, she knew these were the type stories she
wanted to pen.
Her first contemporary romance was published in 2014.
Her seventh book will release late 2015. Real characters. Real Journeys. Real
good love is what you’ll find in a Joy Avery romance.
Joy is married with one child. When not writing, she
enjoys reading, cake decorating, pretending to expertly play the piano, driving
her husband insane, and playing with her two dogs.
Joy is a member of Romance Writers of America and
Heart of Carolina Romance Writers.
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Excerpt
The second they rounded the corner, Eunice snatched
her hand away. “What the hell was that?” she asked in a whisper.
“What?” He wasn’t truly that clueless, but played so.
She released a heavy sigh and hiked up the stairs.
Inside the bedroom, he was on her heels—right until the moment she stormed into
the bathroom and slammed the door in his face.
Blake leaned against the door jamb. “Are you upset?”
“Yes. No. I mean—” She cursed under her breath.
He couldn’t understand why she’d gotten so
distressed. Okay, maybe he’d gone a little overboard, but…
Eunice continued. “I don’t know. Did you—”
She yelped once the door slung open and he was
standing there. He flashed one of his award-winning smiles in hopes of
lightening the mood. She pushed him out of the way and moved toward the bed.
Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and she wore a simple white nightgown
shirt. It was sexy as hell.
“Did you have to take it that far?” she said.
“We’re supposed to be a believable couple, right?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. Had she been a bull, he had a feeling this was
the moment she would have charged. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize my words would
affect you so…deeply. They were pretty poetic, huh?”
Eunice snatched a pillow from the bed and hurled it
at him. What was with him and women with pillows?
“Enjoy the floor, Mr. Poetic.”
Blake barked a laugh.
Eunice climbed in bed.
He sobered.
She pulled the covers to her chin.
Blake pulled his hands to his waist. “Eunice?” When
she didn’t answer, he rested his hand on the back of his neck. “Come on. You
can’t be serious. You’re really making me sleep on the floor?”
“Goodnight, Prat. Sweet dreams.”
There was a hint of laughter in her tone. Frankly, he
didn’t find anything funny. “Seriously, that bed is the size of a small
island.”
“In that case, you should feel privileged. You have
the entire ocean to yourself.”
Every damn body is a comedian in this house. “Okay.
I’ll remember this.” This time, humor played in his tone. “See if you get a
Christmas bonus.” He escaped into the bathroom, did his before bed rituals,
then returned and made a pallet on the floor. Using the remote, he shut off the
lights, then attempted to find a comfortable position.
“Blake?”
Ah-ha. I knew she’d feel sorry for me. “Mmm-hmm,” he
hummed.
“Your story… This is going to sound strange, but it
actually happened to me in Central Park. Weird, huh?”
Not weird at all. Unlike her story, his had been
steeped in truth. All except for the approaching her part. Unbeknownst to
Eunice, he’d seen her in the park doing exactly what he’d stated. He’d also
wanted to ask her out. But before he could, he discovered she’d recently started
working for his company. Imagine his surprise when they’d bumped into each
other at the annual Spring Fling he threw for his staff.
“Huh. Yeah. That is weird.”
