He Wants Me
Books 1-8
A Dark Billionaire Romance Series #1-8
By Julia
Swift
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release
Date: August - September 2015
Series Synopsis
He was supposed to
be a one-night fling. Landon Blake: hot tech billionaire, and the wildest sex
of my life. Until I find him standing over my boss’s dead body - with a bloody
knife in his hand.
They say he’s dangerous. He swears he’s not to blame. Somebody’s setting him up, and the stakes couldn’t be higher.
They say he’s dangerous. He swears he’s not to blame. Somebody’s setting him up, and the stakes couldn’t be higher.
I don’t know who I
can trust. I should stay away.
But he wants me.
But he wants me.
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Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Excerpt
“Excuse me!” I wave
a twenty-dollar bill in the air. I may be single and here with my drunk friend
who is spewing ex-boyfriend-related vitriol, but at least I’ve got the money to
do it. I work for one of the biggest biotech conglomerates in the world, although
unfortunately, being the executive assistant of Harley Royce is basically being
a glorified secretary to the world’s biggest douchebag. Let’s be honest—in the
corporate world, “billionaire” equals “bastard.” The money’s great, but the
work sucks. I’m surprised I’m not a bigger drinker after all.
“Hey!” I yell out
again, but no dice. This is what I get for wearing work gear to the bar—what
twenty-two-year-old do you know decides to rock a black blazer to happy hour? I
feel like my mother. Or my grandmother. Or both.
“Let me see if I
can help.”
I turn at the sound
of the voice but, when our eyes meet, I’m rendered momentarily stunned. Like
elephant-dart-to-the-brain stunned.
Hello, gorgeous.
The beefcake
bartenders—sure, they’re hot in a conventional, Magic Mike sort of way. But
this guy? He’s hot-hot. Universally hot. Ryan Gosling hot.
He’s wearing a dark
suit—well-cut, grey wool, probably designer—and his dark-brown hair is neatly
cropped, but he’s got a day or so of sexy scruff along his jawline. He looks
like he just came in from a board meeting, but that he could have been
rebuilding a carburetor yesterday. Put him in coveralls and he’d be your
mechanic.
(Your sexy as hell
mechanic who you’d want bending you over the hood of your car after he changed
the oil…)
“Yo, Bradshaw!”
He calls out at one
bartender who’s leaning halfway over the bar with his face an inch away from
being buried in a blonde girl’s cleavage. Bradshaw’s head pops up, one eyebrow
raised.
“Landon—dude.
Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” He sidles down to our end of the bar. “What can
I get you?”
Landon gestures to
me. “Ladies first.”
I blink at him. The
words won’t come. My mouth and lips feel parched and unable to ask for the one
thing they want—a drink. Or Landon’s tongue in my mouth. Whichever comes first.
“Hmm.” He presses
his index finger to his lips—his full, gorgeous, sensual lips. “You look like a
martini drinker.”
Honestly, I’m
not—martinis are more of my boss’s kind of cocktail—something with one hundred
dollars’ worth of vodka and at least a dozen olives.
“Dirty?”
My eyes fly back up
to his and his dark brow is cocked.
“Excuse me?” I
manage to say. It’s more like a squeak.
“Dirty?” he
repeats. “A dirty martini?”
Oh. Because that
was totally what I was thinking when he said that word. Sure.
“Um, yes. Please.
Thank you.”
Meet the Author
Julia Swift is a
New York native who loves sizzling, suspenseful stories and dangerously sexy
men. She's turned her love for reading into a new career as an author and
insomniac. You can find her writing in her local Starbucks with an iced coffee
and an ear for gossip!
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