My Billionaire Fake Fiancé Beaky Tiki Series Book One Elyse Riggs To all of us who would rather be at the beach right now sipping something delicious out of a coconut. Contents Description Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Chapter 55 Chapter 56 Chapter 57 Chapter 58 Chapter 59 Chapter 60 Chapter 61 Chapter 62 Chapter 63 Chapter 64 Chapter 65 Chapter 66 Chapter 67 Chapter 68 Chapter 69 Epilogue About the Author This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters and events in this book are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author. Copyright © 2020 by Elyse Riggs All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Description Start with a sassy pastry chef. Add a cocky billionaire. Throw in a fake engagement. Let the games begin. Kaylee I have one rule. I don't date tourists. Ever. Because vacation boyfriends never last. But my life is a hot mess. So much so that my friends throw me a love-life intervention. Never heard of that? Me neither. I may have a problem. So I decide to break my rule just one time because the tourist is unbelievably sexy. Hey, it's more of a guideline than an actual rule. What's the worst that can happen? Cue Chase Covington, the relationship-averse billionaire who blows into my life like a category five hurricane. My Billionaire Fake Fiance is a full-length, standalone romantic comedy with no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a HEA. Chapter One Kaylee I watch the sun set over the horizon as I hold my shoes in my hand and cross the vast expanse of sand between my work and the Beaky Tiki. The Beaky Tiki is the beach bar I’m meeting my friends at. Okay, so it’s not a vast expanse of beach. It’s probably only four tenths of a mile or so. The sun just set, and everything is starting to cool down. It feels amazing to be outside after working in a hot kitchen all day. The sea breeze plays with my hair as my feet pad across the white, soft sand. The Beaky Tiki bar is my favorite place in the world. It’s an honest-to-goodness, square-shaped, thatch roof structure situated on the sand overlooking the ocean. Soon, I spot it. The signature lit tiki torches that stand like sentries around the perimeter flicker dramatically. As I approach, I hear the sound of top forty music playing on the sound system mixed with the not-too-distant sound of waves crashing on the shore. This place is my idea of heaven. Fi and Angie’s smiling faces greet me as I arrive and then girl’s night officially begins. I grin as I pull out my chair. The table we’re sitting at is within the bounds of the tiny, decorative picket fence area of the bar, but barely. We are on the ocean side, off to ourselves. It’s our favorite table. From this vantage point, I can see the silhouettes of couples walking the beach in the distance. The Beaky Tiki Bar is more than just a bar and grill to me. It’s my home base, my happy place, my safe zone. I work nearby at one of the most exclusive beach resorts in the country, so my trek here is a very enjoyable evening commute. The waiter appears like magic. We order drinks and the appetizers flow. Tonight, it’s crispy mozzarella sticks and chips and salsa. My mouth waters as I smell the intoxicating aroma of the delicious food. I’m grateful Fi and Angie ordered early, since I worked through lunch. We call it girls’ night, but honestly, we do this most nights of the week. And sometimes for lunch. After the second round of drinks, I grow a little suspicious. Something about tonight feels different. I have a feel for these things. And it feels like Fi and Angie are up to something. There’s only one way to find out. I grab my drink and hold it up in the air to toast. Fi and Angie hoot and do the same. It’s getting downright rowdy at our table. We drink. “You guys never told me what we’re celebrating,” I say, fishing around for whatever it is that I’m missing as I set my drink back down on the wooden table. Angie plays coy after my question. She finishes her drink and then puts her own glass on the table with a satisfying thud. “Why we’re here,” she smirks. Then she cocks her head at me. “I don’t understand the question. Why do we need a reason? We do this all the time.” “Exactly,” I answer, narrowing my eyes at her suspiciously. “So tell me, why does tonight feel different?” Angie and Fi both grin at me, and then I know for sure something is up. I knew it. I study their faces in the warm glow of the tiki torches. “Welcome to your intervention,” they chime in unison. What the hell? Now I know they’re messing with me. I laugh out loud and point at the three now-empty drink glasses on the table. “Well, we might as well make it a threesome intervention, then, because it looks like you guys are keeping pace with me just fine.” Fi laughs. “This is not an intervention for drinking. It’s a love life intervention.” “Kaylee Love, we are gathered here today to raise your love life from the depths of the sea.” Fi stands up dramatically and raises her voice and her arms like she’s summoning something out of the depths of the
