The Love Scam by MaryJanice Davidson

The Love Scam

The Love Scam by MaryJanice Davidson
English | 2020 | Romance, Chick-lit | ePUB | 2.7 MB

The Love Scam is a sweet and sassy romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author MaryJanice Davidson.

Rake Tarbell is in trouble. When the fabulously wealthy and carefree bachelor wakes up horribly hungover in Venice, it’s not something that would normally be a problem…except he has no idea how he got there from California. Or who stole his wallet. Or who emptied his bank account of millions. Or who in the world is Lillith, the charming little girl claiming to be his long lost daughter. For the first time in his life, Rake is on his own and throwing Benjamins around aren’t going to solve his problem. Now if only the gorgeous, fun, and free-spirited woman who brought Lillith into his life was willing to help the situation…

Claire Delaney finds Rake’s problems hilarious and is not in the least bit sorry of adding to them by bringing Lillith into the mix. A pretty Midwestern girl with a streak for mischief, Claire isn’t the type to hang around with a guy like Rake. Even if he is drop-dead handsome and charming as all get-out. Even if he needs help and she has all the answers. But if this helps Lillith, she will go out of her way. And with a guy like Rake, she’s willing to bend her rules a bit for some fun.

But when adventure-filled days turn to romantic nights as they search for answers, and someone starts following them through the streets of Venice, Claire realizes she’s playing more than just a game. And maybe, just maybe, she isn’t willing to let go of Rake or Lillith just yet.

“Hww oo ot nnstnnd tmm zzzs wrk?” Years of translating Blake’s diatribes through clenched teeth allowed Rake to interpret that as “How do you not understand how time zones work?”

He shook his head, suddenly tired of it all. “Christ, Blake, will you back off my dumbassery for once?”

Blake had broken off to massage his jaw. “But it’s so fascinating. Like studying a new mold spore no one knew existed.”

“Aw, jeez.” He rubbed his eye—the sore one, he remembered too late. “Just tell me what time to be at your place.”

“Five-forty-five.” At Rake’s shudder, Blake added with no small amount of relish, “In the morning. Tomorrow morning. Morning is the opposite of evening. Not today. Tomorrow.”

“What?” Rake’s beloved beat-up leather jacket was just a bit too big, and he sometimes got lost in it. When he straightened, he popped out, Blake had once told him, like a turtle from its shell. “But I’ll have just gone to bed!”

Blake had gone back to glaring. “So assist me with our mother, and then go to bed,” he snapped. “It’s not rocket science!”

Oh again with the rocket science! “You’re just saying that because you studied rocket science!” So, so embarrassing. Blake didn’t even have the decency to wait until college, had started reading up on that stuff during freshman year. Rake could still see that first book in his mind’s eye: Fundamentals of Astrophysics. Something a person who lost a bet would read but oh no, not Blake. He claimed it was interesting. Said it was fun. Did it on purpose. “You’re forever running around telling people this isn’t rocket science, that’s not rocket science. Nobody elected you the namer of things rocket science!” Rake stopped himself; Blake was starting to look like a stroke was imminent. “What’s wrong? Why is your face doing that?”

“I have no idea. I can’t see my face.” He rubbed his temples. “Either I’m getting a headache or my brain is trying to eject from my skull in pure self-defense.”

“Bummer!” Hmm, too bitchy. “Need some Advil?”

“Advil is not what I need.” He glanced at his brother’s face, his gaze lingering on the black eye, then away. “You all right?”

Ah. That. Rake shrugged. “It’s just sore.”

Blake made a sound that was a cross between hmph and a snort. Snnmph. “I assume whatever damsel you rescued was appropriately grateful?”

“I dunno.” He didn’t. “Never got the chance to ask.” It was true. One of those ninety-second things that seemed, in retrospect, to have lasted longer. “I saw a couple of assholes harassing the kiddo, and when I rolled up, one had her purse and the other was about to have her. So … you know.”

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