It’s Cover Reveal Time – Marry Me For Money

Title: Marry Me For Money

Cover By: Okay Creations

Age group: New Adult

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Hosted by: Wordsmith Publicity

Book Description:

Casse’s dream of leaving behind her small town turns into reality when,
straight out of college, she lands a job at the nation’s biggest baddest bank
in Chicago.
Work brings her into contact with two men who
are as different as night and day. Brian Burcham, a co-worker, is gorgeous and
everything Beth has ever dreamed of. He is respectful, sincere, has a good work
ethic, and is definitely husband material. 

Kent Plack, heir to Plack Industries, has no
interest in having a relationship with any woman that lasts longer than
overnight. He’s spoiled, lazy, and a bona fide man-whore, and Beth is surprised
that an unlikely friendship forms between them.

When Beth’s small-town problems and deadbeat
mother follow her to Chicago, Kent offers a solution that would help him out in
return. He asks Beth to marry him for money, but the solution is not as easy as
it seems, especially with picture-perfect Brian in the mix.

$10 Amazon Giftcards

About the author

Mia Kayla is a New Adult/Contemporary Romance writer who lives in Illinois. On the
weekdays, she can be caught wearing a suit, commuting to her corporate job in
downtown Chicago and raising three beautiful munchkins in the suburbs, four if
you count the husband.
In her free time she loves reading romance novels, jamming to boy bands, catching
up on celebrity gossip and designing flowers for weddings.
Most of the time, she can be caught on the train with her nose in a book sporting a
cheeky grin because the main characters finally get their happily-ever-after at
the end.
She loves reading about happy endings but has more fun writing them.


The woman was beautiful. She looked like a supermodel ready to walk the runway. The blackest of black eyelashes swept upward, accenting the
depths of her emerald eyes. Curls of mahogany sat on top of her head while the apple of her cheeks were highlighted with a slight pink as if the sun had
kissed her.
I should have been excited. I should have been anxious.
But as my heartbeat thrashed in my ears, all I felt was dread.
I sat on the stool, staring at the girl in the mirror. I wondered who this girl was. I wondered where the old girl had gone and how I
could get her back.
The problem was I couldn’t. The lie was so deep, the charade so long that there was nowhere else to go but to move forward.
It was an out-of-body experience as the chaos of the circus around me was happening. I barely noticed the woman in front of me as she
swished her little brush of pink gloss on my pouty lips. 
Everybody was getting ready for the big day.
My big day.
Four photographers were scattered around the room, catching every moment and every detail from the shoes to the invitation to the flowers.
Orchids didn’t give off a scent like every other flower. Too much water would drown them. Not enough sunlight would kill them. They were
useless and high maintenance. So, when the florist had asked me what kind of flowers I would like for my bouquet, I’d said, “Orchids.”
It was the flower I despised the most. It wasn’t because of its lack of beauty or its uselessness, but I didn’t want anything that I would pick for my real day.
The photographers moved to the king-sized bed, and they snapped pictures of the regal designer wedding gown. This was another thing I
would have never picked for myself. I remembered my last fitting. I had barely squeezed into the strapless couture dress. I would never pick a dress that I couldn’t walk, dance
or eat in. I hat
ed it, and that was the reason I’d picked it.
My stomach growled from starvation. I’d had no appetite the night before, and today, Kendall, my maid of honor, wouldn’t allow me to
eat.  It was so unlike her.  I guessed it was for my benefit because it took forever and a half to fit into my dress. Either way, my stomach was eating
itself because it had nothing else to feed off of.
The time went by slowly as if it were dragging on purpose to punish me for living the biggest lie of my life.  Most people would say their wedding day had
flown by. This day was killing me, killing me softly and slowly.
All I wanted was for it to be over, but the day had just begun. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. If I can only get through this day…this one day…

I just needed to get through today.