A Bad Contract: A BWWM Interracial Bodyguard Romance

By Dina Marie

It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience… 

Medical student Brandy Evans finds herself in the middle of a negotiation…where she's the prize! Her father, determined to become owner of Sweeney Global has made a promise to Christian Sweeney. Sell the company to the board and he can marry Brandy. 

Against her better judgment Brandy agrees. How can she not do all she can to save tens of thousands of jobs? 

It was supposed to be a job and nothing more… 

Former SEAL Ken Xiang wasn't looking for anything permanent. On his first security job after leaving the military, he hadn't expected to find Brandy. She wasn't the spoiled princess he assumed she'd be, instead she was funny and kind and beautiful. And promised to another man. His boss. 

Ken couldn't stay away, his job was to protect her. But when she burrowed into his heart, he knew they had to find a way to be together. To be a family. 

Sometimes doing the wrong thing is the only way to get to the right thing. 

Note: This is a sweet & sexy 15,000 word novella, with no cliffhangers, and a happily ever after! 

This book contains spicy love scenes, colorful language, and is for readers age 18+. 
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dina Marie
• Release date: Nov 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386955092

Book preview

1

T he truth is I just don’t want to be here anymore. My passion for the job has waned, and I’m ready to sell. Christian Sweeny’s blue eyes scanned the room, taking a careful look at each of the top executives in his company. He knew they wouldn’t be happy with his news but quite honestly, he just didn’t give a damn.

But why? The business is doing great and the past eight quarters have produced steady profits. The board is pleased, and you get big fat checks for your hard work, what’s the problem? Glen Evan’s was his Vice President of Operations and the real heart and soul of Sweeney Global. And he was unhappy about Christian’s decision, to say the least.

Because I’m sick of working ninety hour weeks, Glen. I want a life, maybe even a wife and some tykes running around that giant house of mine. It wasn’t the whole truth, but Glen was a family man so Christian knew the man would understand, and his understanding smile said he did. Leaning back in his oversized executive chair, Christian released a long breath loaded with tension. I can tell this news has unsettled many of you and for that, I apologize.

Glen cleared his throat to draw all eyes to him. Maybe you can take a sabbatical of sorts, step back from the day to day running of Sweeney Global, so you have more time to yourself, and so we don’t have to fire thousands of employees. That thought weighed heavy on his soul. Sweeney Global employed about twenty thousand people worldwide, and they would all join the ranks of the unemployed if Christian has his way.

Christian shook his head, flicking a blonde lock from his forehead. This conversation is becoming tedious, Glen. I was put in charge of a company I have no desire to run, to own or have anything to do with, and now you want me to put my life on hold, so a few people don’t lose their jobs? I don’t think so.

A few? Try twenty thousand, Christian. Maybe you don’t want to run the company, but I’m sure you love those quarterly checks that allow you to live the life of the one percent. Everyone knew about his private jets, the island he owned and the lavish estate on the outskirts of town.

Blue eyes shot daggers in Glen’s direction. He loved Glen more than he’d ever given a damn about his own father, but he would take insults from no one. Of course, I do. And selling the company will give me a big fat check up front that I can live on for the rest of my privileged life. He stood and raked a hand through his hair. My plan is to sell off the portfolios to other companies and shut the company down. If you have something better, I’d love to hear it. He took another glance around the room, waiting impatiently.

Excuse me, Mr. Evans your daughter would like a moment of your time.

Glen leaned over and pressed the intercom button. Send her in please, Sally.

Moments later Brandy Evans entered the large conference room, looking like his idea of a wet dream in a sweet white sundress that showed off long brown legs and those wedge things on her feet showed off the athletic tone of her body. A pink sweater gave her an innocent schoolgirl air, but that lush mouth said she was begging for a man to show her how to be naughty. Hey, Dad. Mom asked me to drop off lunch for you on my way to class, but I knew if I didn’t tell you about it, you’d eat garbage so, she held up one of those insulated lunch bags that had the entire room groaning in appreciation.

Glen smiled big and stood to wrap his thick arms around his daughter. Thank you, princess. He pecked her cheek and walked her to the door. We still on for dinner tonight?

Brandy smiled. You bet, Dad. Bye guys, she waved to the room at large before bouncing out of the room like a fading burst of sunlight.

Glen turned back to the room with an embarrassed smile. My wife and daughter do like to spoil me, was his only response.

Yeah that’s great, Glen but we still have business to discuss.

With a curt nod, Glen turned to him, a thread of steel coursing through his caramel eyes. "Right. I think we should meet with the board and see if you