Contingency PlanBy: Fiona Davenport
Risqué Contracts 2
A career-ending shoulder injury left football star Brysen Mariano at loose ends. Nothing seems to spark his interest lately, not even a lucrative business opportunity and his upcoming move back to his hometown. Then he meets his smoking hot real estate agent and she has more than his spirits lifting.
Elisa Young made the colossal mistake of getting involved with a work colleague—a blunder she’s more than paying for since she’s stuck seeing her ex and his younger and brainless girlfriend on a regular basis. It’s enough to make her swear off men, leaving her without a date to bring to the mountain retreat she needs to attend for work. Her only option is to talk her baby sister into skipping the classes to hit the slopes and act as a buffer over the long weekend. Or she can take Brysen up on his offer to be her contingency plan and bring him along instead—a choice she’s certain will land her on her back...and not because she’s fallen off her skis.
Warning: This book has a former football star who's ready to score a wife off the field. It's a quick and dirty read with a trip to snow-tipped mountains, but don't worry, it'll heat up your Kindle.
**This is the second novella in the Risqué Contracts series, but each story can be read as a standalone and features a different couple.
This book is dedicated to readers who enjoy insta-love in smutty books as much as I do.
My life had always been about adrenaline, the high of winning, of being a champion. The women, the parties, the fame—I lived a fantasy. So what the hell was I doing looking at a house in a suburb of upstate New York?
Climbing out of my Lamborghini, the one thing I’d kept from my old life, I winced at the twinge in my shoulder and remembered the answer to my question. I’d severely injured it during the final game of the playoffs, thus ending my career in professional football. I sighed and ignored the ache as I approached the modern structure in front of me. The house was exactly what I was looking for: eight thousand square feet with five bedrooms, six baths, an indoor pool, gym, and over two acres of land. It had everything, and for the four million dollar price tag, it fucking should.
After I’d been injured, I’d called up my best friend, Maddie, who had moved to this neighborhood about a year ago when her husband, Caleb, had surprised her with a house after he’d knocked her up but before he proposed. She’d given me the information for her realtor and told me to move out of my condo in the city, buy a house, and “settle my ass down”. I’d never been one to wallow in what could have been. I was already focused on the future, but my vision didn’t include being tied down with a wife and kids. However, the few times I’d seen Maddie and Caleb with their daughter, Sadie, I’d felt a thread of envy.
I’d joined a couple business ventures in the city, but was bored out of my mind, so I decided to take her advice. Maybe finding the right house, complete with a doting wife and baby, would assuage my restlessness. The thought almost had me laughing hysterically. I’m not sure I knew who I was at that moment, but it wasn’t the Brysen Mariano I’d been a year ago.
After seeing the house on the website, I immediately contacted the realtor and booked an appointment to walk through it. I hadn’t met her yet, but it didn’t matter much who showed me the house, as long as they were able to handle the sale. Another car was sitting inside one of the bays of the four-car garage, so I assumed she was already there.
Before I reached the first step, the door swung open and the gorgeous woman who greeted me struck me speechless. Her long, satiny hair was almost black, flowing down her back in waves. A pair of black-rimmed glasses perched on a cute nose sprinkled with light freckles surrounded dark, expressive eyes. Her lips, rose-colored, wide and full, inspired me to think of endless creative uses for them. She smiled and held out her hand. “Elisa Young. You must be Brysen Mariano.” Her voice was low and husky, the perfect pitch to scream my name. At that moment, I was immensely grateful to be wearing a loose pair of jeans.
Still unable to speak, I nodded and forced a smile on my face before taking her hand. A sizzle at the touch of our skin had both our eyes widening in shock. Elisa snatched her hand back and I had to fight the instinct to keep it firmly gripped in mine.