A Play for Love

A PLAY FOR LOVE THE SCOTTISH BILLIONAIRES M. S. PARKER BELMONTE PUBLISHING, LLC This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. V1 Copyright © 2023 Belmonte Publishing LLC Published by Belmonte Publishing LLC CONTENTS Free Book The Scottish Billionaires Reading order 1. London 2. Spencer 3. London 4. Spencer 5. London 6. Spencer 7. London 8. Spencer 9. London 10. Spencer 11. London 12. Spencer 13. London 14. Spencer 15. London 16. Spencer 17. London 18. Spencer 19. London 20. Spencer 21. London 22. Spencer 23. London 24. Spencer 25. Spencer 26. London 27. Spencer 28. London 29. Spencer 30. London 31. Spencer 32. London 33. Spencer 34. London 35. Spencer 36. London 37. Spencer 38. London 39. Spencer 40. London 41. Spencer 42. London 43. London 44. Spencer 45. London 46. Spencer 47. London 48. Spencer 49. London 50. Spencer 51. London 52. Spencer 53. London 54. Spencer Office romances by M. S. Parker FREE BOOK Get a new book for FREE! Click Here to subscribe to my newsletter and start reading the exclusive 200 pages stand-alone steamy romance, His Inspiration. THE SCOTTISH BILLIONAIRES READING ORDER Alec & Lumen: Prequel 1. Off Limits 2. Breaking Rules 3. Mending Fate Eoin & Aline: 1. Strangers in Love 2. Dangers of Love Brody & Freedom: 1. Single Malt 2. Perfect Blend Baylen & Harlee: Business or Pleasure Drake & Maggie: At First Sight Carson & Vix: A Dress for Curves Spencer & London A Play for Love ONE LONDON “Thank you,” the director shouted, waving his hand and gesturing for me to stop singing. I let out a long breath and stepped off the majestic stage at the famous old Broadway theater. The creak of the floorboards beneath my feet reminded me of the countless performers who had stood in my place, hoping for their big break. Auditioning for the national tour of Les Misérables was a dream come true, and the jitters building inside me all day faded away as I sensed the room’s energy change. It felt like I had nailed it. The director’s smile and the casting crew’s excited chatter confirmed it. My best friend, Gin, had been by my side throughout all the grueling hours of preparation and stood there with a beaming grin on her face. “London, girl, you killed it out there!” she said, pulling me into a tight hug. “Thanks, Gin,” I said, a huge grin spreading across my face. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” “Shoot, you didn’t need me,” she replied, waving a dismissive hand. “You were slaying it all on your own. I could tell from the way you were belting out ‘On My Own’ during rehearsals that you were going to knock their socks off.” The director sauntered over with a wide grin on his face, extending his hand to me. “Wonderful audition, London. You really brought Éponine to life on stage. We were all blown away.” I felt my heart skip a beat as a small, excited squeal escaped my lips. “Thank you so much! I worked really hard on this.” He chuckled, shaking my hand firmly. “Trust me, it shows. We’ll be in touch soon to let you know if you got the part, but for now, I just wanted to share how impressed we all were with your audition.” It was impossible not to beam with pride at his words. It was a surreal moment, and I was grateful for the recognition. After gathering my belongings, Gin and I exited the theater, basking in the afterglow of my audition. The energy of Broadway buzzed around us, the sound of car horns and people chatting filling the air. I took a deep breath, trying to process everything that had just happened. “Girl, that was amazing!” Gin exclaimed, linking her arm with mine. “I knew you had it in you.” I smiled, feeling a warm rush of gratitude for her support. “Thanks, Gin. You’re the best.” With a specific target in mind, we walked along the crowded street, the thrum of excitement building with every step. Finally, we arrived at our destination - a cozy pub with warm lighting and vintage posters of past Broadway shows adorning the walls. The place was packed with fellow actors and theater fans, all chattering excitedly about the upcoming shows. We found a cozy spot at a small pub table and took a seat, the dim lighting and vintage posters creating the perfect ambiance for our post-audition celebration. I ordered us each a cold pint of beer and we clinked our glasses together before taking a long sip. “Cheers to a successful audition!” Gin said, grinning from ear to ear. I laughed. “Cheers to surviving the nerves and belting out Éponine’s heart-wrenching ballads without completely breaking down.” Gin raised her glass. “To that!” As we sipped our beers, we chatted about the upcoming tour and what it would be like to travel the country performing on legendary stages. Gin and I had known each other for years and studied theater together at Boston University. Even though Gin never had the same aspirations as me to make it on Broadway, she still took on minor roles in off-Broadway shows and was always my biggest supporter. I truly loved her for that. As we chatted and sipped our beers, two tall, good-looking guys came over with charming smiles. One of them said, “Hey, excuse me, we couldn’t help but notice you two. We’re actors too, just like you.” I raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? And what gave us away?” The first guy flashed a grin. “Come on, you both look like you were born to be on stage. The theater world would miss out on two stunning ladies if you weren’t actors.” Gin rolled her