Blackmailing The Billionaire (Billionaire Bachelors - Book 5)

 

Family comes first in this continuing series

Of Billionaire Bachelors

Join the Anderson Family

In Book 5

Blackmailing the Billionaire

 

 

Blackmailing the Billionaire

Billionaire Bachelors – Book 5

By Melody Anne

 

Copyright © 2012 Melody Anne

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

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Printed and published in the United States of America.

 

Cover art done by Nicole Sanders Photography

Picture taken by BL Photography

Website: BenLundbergphoto.com

Model for picture Cassandra Light

 

 

From the Author

This book has special meaning to me. I was working on this story when I saw the tragic news of the storm in Cordova Alaska, which buried all those homes and businesses under so much snow. I spent a few summers there with My Uncle George (Who I named George Anderson after) and Aunt Carol. I got to enjoy time with my four cousins and traverse the beautiful area of Alaska. I always wanted to go back, but my Uncle had to move, and I never had the opportunity. He took me on a flight over the glacier, and when I looked out the window I saw a black bear running on the ground. He also took me Halibut fishing in the bay. What a thrill it was to sit in that small boat on the Ocean. I was so proud when I caught what I deemed a huge fish. My uncle tied it to the boat, and somehow the rope broke and my fish floated away. I don’t think I spoke to him the rest of the day. Now, I was only 12 at the time, so I forgave soon enough. To this day the only fish I actually enjoy is Alaskan Halibut. I grew up on the coast too, so you’d think I’d be a seafood fanatic. I even worked at the local day care center in Cordova for a few months. I was about 17 at the time and in love with Aladdin. I always put that cartoon on at quiet time, and finally the kids begged for another movie. To this day I don’t like Barney because of how many times I heard the “I love you,” song.

When I heard about the storm I had to do some re-writes and add in a trip there, because this town meant so much to me, and it made me slightly home sick. If anyone from Cordova reads this, I hope you are well, and thank you for all the fond memories.

 

 

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my cousin Cassandra, who I named my heroine after. I love you, and will never forget all those fun summers with you and Aunt Janet. It is such a blessing to have family I love so much.

 

 

Books by Melody Anne

*The Billionaire Wins the Game

*The Billionaire’s Dance

*The Billionaire Falls

*The Billionaire’s Marriage Proposal

*Blackmailing the Billionaire

+The Tycoon’s Revenge

+The Tycoon’s Vacation

+The Tycoon’s Proposal

-Midnight Fire – Rise of the Dark Angel

See Melody on Facebook at facebook.com/authormelodyanne

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Coming Soon:

Midnight Moon – Rise of the Dark Angel – Book Two

 

 

Prologue

 

“It’s been a good couple of years,” Joseph said to his brother as they shared a glass of bourbon while sitting next to a warm fire.

“I agree with you there, Brother. I adore my grandkids and can’t believe how much closer the kids have become since we moved back to Seattle,” George said as he relaxed in the comfortable lounge chair.

“I can’t believe how sneaky your boy, Max is. He’s been able to avoid every match we’ve sent his way. I haven’t wanted to give up before, but I don’t see what else we can do,” Joseph said grumpily.

“Ah, it’s nice to hear you admitting defeat, Joseph, but I have a few tricks up my own sleeve,” George said with a twinkle in his eye.

“What do you have planned?”

Before George could say anything further Max stepped into the room and looked at both men suspiciously. They looked at him and then back down with guilty expressions.

“Did I hear the two of you scheming, again?” Max asked.

“We’re just enjoying a good glass of bourbon, would you care to join us?” George asked his son, recovering quickly.

“I don’t have time, there’s a problem at the research facility and I have to head out tonight,” Max told his father and uncle.

“I heard there were some bad storms up that way; don’t you think you should wait?” George questioned his son.

“You know that I can’t wait, Dad,” Max said. He was always the first one to rush in, even at the risk of his own life.

“I know, but you also know that I can’t help but worry about you.”

“I’ll call as soon as we land. I should be home in time for Christmas,” Max said. Max was glad they’d made the move to Seattle. It was good to spend time with his cousins, and he hadn’t been with his siblings so much in years. He wouldn’t admit to his father that he’d made the right decision in forcing them all to relocate, but he was glad it had happened. Joseph and George watched as Max left the room, both of them worried about him.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to think of something else because he won’t be here to ‘accidentally’ bump into the newest match I’d planned for him to meet tonight,” George said with disappointment.

“I think that boy has built in radar for our meddling,” Joseph said with a laugh. “But we’re stubborn and have nothing but time on our hands.” George agreed. They enjoyed the rest of their evening, leaving the scheming for another day.

 

 

Chapter One

 

Cassandra, or Cassie as everyone called her, hung up the phone and had to fight not to curse out loud. As it was, if her mother could hear the words in her head she’d threaten to wash her mouth out with soap. She’d been trying to get ahold of Max Anderson for two weeks straight and the infuriating man refused to answer a call from her, or give her the courtesy of a return phone call.

She narrowed her eyes as she glared at the magazine picture of him she had in her locker as motivation. If he thought she was some whimpering girl who so easily took ‘no’ for an answer, he certainly had another thing coming.

Cassie was trying desperately to get a job with The Seattle Times, and if she could land this interview with the infamous Max Anderson, she’d be a shoe-in for the position. She was aware he hated doing interviews, and she couldn’t remember the last time he’d been an active participant in a story.

Articles were written on him and his family all the time, but he never sat down with reporters and answered questions. If she could convince him to spend one day with her, just letting her tag along with him, then she’d be able to land a job for the paper easily. He was turning out to be as allusive as she’d heard.

“Is anyone back there? I’ve been standing here for several minutes now,” Cassie heard a customer calling. She let out another sigh and walked to the front of the coffee house, where she worked. She hated her job.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting. How can I help you?” Cassie asked the lady. She was excellent at customer service but that didn’t mean she wanted to do it her entire life. She went to college for a reason, and it wasn’t to serve overpriced coffee to strangers all day long.

“I’m in a bit of hurry and don’t appreciate the wait. I’ll take a non-fat mocha latté, extra hot,” the woman said while she dug in her purse for money. Cassie started the woman’s drink as the door chimed her next customer’s arrival.

She supposed it was better to be busy for a while. Hopefully, she’d get some good tips so she wouldn’t end up homeless before she landed her dream job. The rest of the afternoon kept her plenty busy, preventing her from dwelling on her wanted interview.

 

“Do I have any messages?” Max asked as he walked into his office. He was rarely home, causing built up piles of work when he stepped inside the doors. His job consisted of mostly travel, keeping an eye on the company’s vast holdings throughout the world. He preferred travel to sitting behind a desk like his siblings and cousins. He didn’t understand how they handled the staleness of an office eight to twelve hours a day.

“Of course you have messages, Max,” Cynthia said with a smile. Cynthia was like a mother to him. He’d lost his mom several years ago, but Cynthia had been around since he was a boy, first working in a different division of the company. When executive assistant had come open for him, he’d sought her out, and she’d been working for him for ten years. He knew he couldn’t do his job without her. He also knew she’d continue to give him grief until the day he died. She was one of the few people he’d take it from.

“Well, am I going to get the messages?”

“Not if you’re going to talk to me in that tone of voice,” she huffed. He had to fight back the laughter from spilling out. She was truly one in a million.

“I’m sorry, Cynthia. You know I get a bit moody when I’m stuck in one place for too long. I’ve been in town for about a month now and am starting to feel restless. I think Dad has something up his sleeve because he’s been finding a lot of reasons to keep me nearby. He should know by now whatever he has planned isn’t going to work.”

“You’re just being paranoid, Max. I’ll forgive you this time. Here are your messages. I took care of the items you don’t need to bother with. You have a couple of company functions next week, and Mr. Cadwell wants a meeting this afternoon if you can fit it in.”

Max was barely able to stop the groan from escaping. He hated company functions. That meant he’d have to dress up in a tux and pretend to like a bunch of people he could care less about. He was pleased about Cadwell, though. He liked the old guy. They were in the process of partnering with him on a business deal. Normally, his brother, Trenton, would handle a new business partnership, but Cadwell owned a research facility in Cordova Alaska, a special place to Max, and he’d wanted to handle the transaction.

“Of course I’m free for Cadwell. Clear a couple hours this afternoon if you need to,” Max said as he started toward his office. The room was huge, but he still felt closed in when he stepped through the doors. He needed to take the boat out for a day of fishing and get some fresh air.

“I almost forgot to mention, Cassandra McIntyre called several more times and would like to speak with you,” Cynthia said as she trailed behind him.

Max looked at her quizzically for a moment and then placed the name. The woman had been trying to call him for the past couple of weeks. She was some reporter trying to dig up new information on him or his family. He had zero desire to be interviewed. He knew media could be helpful in his world but there were plenty of other members in his family more than willing to smile prettily for the cameras and play nice with the reporters.

“She’ll eventually get the hint that I don’t do interviews. Hopefully, sooner rather than later,” Max said, forgetting about the woman as soon as he was done with the conversation. He didn’t have time to deal with aggressive reporters.

He walked into his office and went through some much needed paperwork. He was done sitting at his desk after about an hour. He could feel the restlessness start to kick in, and decided it was a good time to go for a run. He quickly changed into his sweats and walked past Cynthia, who just smiled. She knew him well and would’ve been surprised if he stayed there much longer.

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