Victoria Pinder –
Secret Crush: The House of Morgan
"I assumed
he was taking over. Did you want that job?"
John's entire
body jumped as if she'd slapped him. "Hell no."
She gulped her
sip fast. She kept saying the wrong thing. Inside his blue eyes was a
kaleidoscope of emotion. Alice remembered that he used to be kind. She rubbed
her lips together. "Then who cares?"
He drank his
wine and scanned the room. After making the rounds with his gaze, he took in
her entire figure with an intensity that made her knees weak. "What is it
you do, Alice?"
"Collins
Organic Farm." She brushed her brown bob behind her ear. "I work for
my family. What is it you do?"
Again, his blue
eyes flashed as if lightning was in his stare. She watched him, hypnotized.
"I work in real estate."
"Liar."
She tilted her head. He definitely didn't work in real estate. She crossed her
arm around her chest. Without another word, she waited for the fallout of her
remark.
His eyebrows
quirked in shock. Then his dimples appeared. "What do you think I
do?"
She met his
smile with her own. "Professional bad boy and poker player. It's what I
always thought."
Jina Bacarr – Come
Fly With Me
Why spend New
Year's alone when you can fly first class with a sexy billionaire?
Opal Carew – Played
by the Master
A story of
Domination and submission, where breaking the rules of the game is where the
fun begins, when Jacqueline crashes a billionaire's exclusive poker game in
order to seduce him into granting a favor to save her sister, but instead finds
herself Played by the Master.
Eileen Cruz Coleman
– Something Like This: A Secrets Novel, Book One
Devastatingly
handsome & rich Reece Carter's mission is to win Jadie's heart. Will
she surrender herself to him or push him away?
Margo Bond Collins –
The Billionaire Cowboy’s Speech: A Necessity, Texas Novella
What had
possessed her to strip her shirt off?
He was about to
suggest we quit.
And she didn't
want that.
In fact, she
realized, if I don't quit now, I'm not going to stop at all.
Suddenly, Leta
didn't care.
Tor's gaze raked
across her, snagging on her mouth for an instant before he dragged it up to
meet her own wide-eyed stare. Everywhere his look had touched burned, as if his
eyes had trailed fire across her skin.
His gray eyes
turned smoky, darkening even more with desire as she watched, pinned in place by
the heat he exuded.
The shy,
diffident ranch hand was gone. In his place was a tall, muscular cowboy ready
to take what he wanted.
And apparently
what he wanted at the moment was Leta. As he held her gaze with his, he held
out one hand, lightly closed, and ran his knuckles, slightly roughened from
working outside, down the side of her face. The feel of his skin rasping
against her sent shivers rolling up and down her back.
Tara Crescent – His
Fill-In Fiancée
Cameron needs a
fake fiancee. Enter ex-girlfriend Maddie. Then the past catches up.
Michele Dewinton –
Valentine’s Vengeance
“Don’t like
flying much?”
“When we’re up
in the air it’s okay. I just don’t like the takeoff, or landing, or the bumps
on the way.” The plane staggered through another rough patch and at a
particularly large bump she let out a little squeal.
“We’ll be there
before you know it. Should I distract you?” he asked.
She nodded
grimly.
Looking around
he spotted a man in a black suit, his sunglasses still on and behind him a guy
with a baseball hat pulled down way too far over his eyes. “So Mr Baseball Cap
over there is a major celebrity from somewhere overseas. Big time TV star, one
of those Scottish highland heroes who are so hot right now.”
That got her
attention, she looked where he nodded and a small smile finally tugged at her
lips.
“Only thing is
he doesn’t realize that his show isn’t on cable here yet so no one knows who he
is. He’s hiding, but it’s only making him look like Idiot McIdiotface.”
The snort was
undignified, but he relished hearing it. It was something he’d always liked
about Cara, she was quick to laugh, to find joy in things.
“The guy behind
him, he’s in another league. Was security for the Russian mafia for years, now
he’s undercover with the CIA.”
Cara sat forward
and gave him a little grin. “Not very good undercover,” she whispered. “He
sticks out like a stripper at an Amish wedding.”
It was his turn
to snort and the people across the aisle gave them a look.
Composing his
face, he lent in to whisper in her ear. “He’s a double agent. CIA operative,
posing as Russian bodyguard, but secretly still working for Russia, and having
an affair with the wife of a high level Texan congressman.”
Blaire Edens – Dram
Good Love
“Sorry,” he
mumbled. “I was, uh. . .”
“Staring at me?
Wondering what it would feel like to kiss me?”
He’d wondered if
she felt the attraction, too. Over the past few weeks, he’d thought she was
flirting but he’d told himself he was imagining it. “Maybe.”
“Why don’t you
try it?”
He was used to
being the direct one. Most of the women he dated were too busy playing coy to
ever tell him what they really wanted. “You might like it.”
“That would be a
shame. I was getting used to thinking you were nothing but an ordinary
millionaire.”
Roderick shook
his head. “I’m anything but ordinary.” He leaned closer, inhaling the sweet,
floral scent of her perfume. He toyed with one stray curl, wrapping his index
finger inside the ringlet. “No one has ever accused me of that.”
He pressed his
lips to hers, softly at first, and kissed her softly. She tasted like the sweet
heat of the single malt. She grabbed the front of his sweatshirt and pulled him
closer. He slid his tongue into her mouth and the heat cycling between them
went from smoldering to nuclear. Her tongue lashed against his and every cell
in his body reacted.
Nicole Garcia –
Noelle’s Wish
What happens
when a sexy billionaire meets his match in his feisty new assistant? Chaos,
nothing but beautiful chaos.
Erin Hayes – The
Royal Trade: A Billionaire Prince Romance
She fell for the
wrong prince.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you
doing this? All for your brother’s ex-fiancée?”
I stare at her,
aghast. “Isn’t it obvious?”
She falters, as
if she’s unsure of what to say next. I know because I’m the same way. “Tell
me.”
The command
comes out as a whisper.
I comb a hand
through my hair. How the fuck do you put feelings, pent-up for the past four
years, into a simple explanation?
“I…care you
about Cara. My brother always had everything; the crown, the media attention.
The expectations. Fuck that. I never wanted any of that. But you… you were the
one thing he had that I wanted. And now that you’re not his…”
“So, that’s it?”
she asks, hurt edging into her voice. “I’m just a possession to both him and
you?”
“No, that’s not
what I mean. Dammit, Cara, I—”
Words fail me.
Hell, the whole universe fails me at this moment. So I do the only that comes
to mind.
In one fluid
movement, I force the door open further, grab her shoulders, and capture her
lips with mine.
Courtney Hunt – A
Teacher for the Billionaire
One sexy single
dad billionaire plus one beautiful kindergarten teacher equals one scorching
summer fling.
Mary Hughes –
Falling for the Billionaire
Zan was
considering his approach to the twins when Vicky’s sister Ronnie moved off
toward the restrooms, Vicky waving goodbye.
Heading straight
for Vicky, he called, “Ronnie, wait,” with no volume at all.
He
stopped—coincidentally right next to Vicky—and frowned, putting his hands on
his hips, as if in consternation. “Darn. Missed her.”
Then he turned
to Vicky. Smiled expectantly at her. “Hi.”
“Hi.” A
delicious pink blush rode her cheeks.
He found he
wanted to kiss that pink skin. “I’m Zan Sinclair. You’re Vicky Brooks? I’m
acquainted with your sister.”
“I know.” Her
voice was breathy, oh-so-sexy. “She said.”
Her lips were a
perfect natural rose. He wondered if they’d be petal soft if he kissed them….
“I’ll go get her
for you!” Vicky scooted off.
Lost in her
lips, he was totally unprepared for her flight. He stood there in surprise. He
was wondering what he should do now when she trotted back with her sister in
tow.
Ronnie didn’t
look happy until she caught sight of him. Then her whole face changed, and she
hove out in front of her twin like a barge.
And
Vicky…stopped. She began to turn. He clenched fists. She was going to run away again.
He had only seconds to act or lose her.
He covered the
distance in two strides, catching Ronnie by the upper arm with one hand and
Vicky by the shoulder with the other.
Vicky’s slight
body was warm and soft under his fingers. A distracting surge of sheer need
flooded his system. She looked up into his face, her eyes big and blue.
Her pouty pink
lips trembled.
His whole body
hardened, instantly ready. He almost ignored the people milling around them to
yank her to him, to feel her heart flutter against him, to embrace her, to kiss her…
Sydney Logan –
Songbird
Sitting down on
the bench, I let my fingers drift aimlessly along the keys. I switch on the
microphone and start to play the opening bars of my favorite Fleetwood Mac
song.
Closing my eyes,
I play and sing, allowing the music to soothe my troubled mind. I’m at the
final chorus when I feel someone’s eyes on me. It’s the most incredible
sensation—instinct alerting me to the penetrating stare of some stranger in the
dimly lit bar.
I slowly open my
eyes, and my fingers slip off the keys when I see him.
He’s seated at a
table just a few feet away. His tie is undone, as are the first couple buttons
of his shirt. He gazes at me, and I watch as his finger lazily trails along the
rim of his glass while I struggle to remember the words to a song I’ve loved
all my life.
The man rises
from the seat, his eyes never leaving mine as he picks up his glass and walks
over to the piano. I break the spell, forcing myself to look down and focus on
the keys. Without asking permission, he sits down on the bench next to me. I
take a deep breath and pray for instinct to take over as I finish the song.
After I play the
last note, silence hangs in the air between us until he lifts his hand and
brushes my hair away from my shoulders.
“Play something
else,” he says, his voice deep and smooth against my ear.
I sing, paying
no real attention to the words as we stare at each other throughout the song. I
have no idea how long we sit there, but it’s apparently too long for the
bartender because he announces last call.
The handsome
stranger stands up and reaches for me.
“Come with me,
Songbird.”
The look in his
eye is unmistakable, filling me with a sense of longing and excitement that I
haven’t felt in so very long. I know I’m too tired, too lonely, and probably a
little too tipsy to accept this man's outstretched hand.
I do it anyway.
Alix Nichols –
Winter’s Gift
I hold out my
hand. “Anton Malakhov. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
“Anna.” She
grants me a brief, but intense, joy of her touch. “The pleasure is mine.”
I go on to shake
hands with her friend without taking my eyes off Anna for a second. There’s no
point in hiding how much she’s impressed me.
Anna. It’s a
beautiful name… even if a touch too formal.
“Does anyone
call you Annushka?” I find myself asking.
“Only my mom.”
She smiles, and
I debate whether I should invite her for a drink right now or ask for her
number. One thing is certain. I must see her again. In fact, I need to see her
as soon as possible, and as often as possible. Preferably, every day.
And every night.
She resolves my
quagmire by ripping a page out of her notebook and scribbling something on it.
Why am I not surprised she carries a notebook and a pen in her purse? I bet she
also has a book or an e-reader somewhere in there. Although I just met her, I feel
like I know her. I can see her inner core, her fundamental essence. It shines
through.
She hands me the
sheet, and I glance at what she’s written. There’s a phone number, her name,
and a meaningless figure under it. I look up at her, about to ask if it’s an
extension.
“This,” she
says, pointing her slender index finger at the top line, “is my agent’s number.
And below is my hourly rate.”
My jaw slacks.
The woman of my
dreams is a hooker.
Tierney O’Malley –
To Trust a Wicked Billionaire
One wicked sexy
billionaire will do everything it takes to win his woman's trust.
Peter Presley –
Nothing But Trouble: An Alpha Billionaire Romance
Shannon is the
best thing that has ever happened to me. Big homes, fancy cars, a good body:
none of that matters if you don’t have someone to love you.
My mom is dead.
My dad is dead. Most of my family members are jerks. They only call me if they
need a loan. I’ve got my staff, like Helen. They’re cool, but they work for me.
They could leave at any time. But Shannon is special, and yet, I just can’t
seem to appreciate her.
I’m going to try
hard not to fuck any more women. If I was able to stop eating junk food,
exercise, and get into shape, I should be able to stop cheating on Shannon.
Today, I’m buying her jewelry and a new dress, and then tonight, I’m taking her
out to a 5-star restaurant. She’s my queen, and she deserves it.
Cristiane Serruya –
So Much More
It’s unfair.
He’s become even more… Hannah couldn’t find the term she needed. Handsome
was too calm a word to define him. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual.
Her steps
faltered for a second as Markus’s mouth opened in the slow, seductive grin that
was so his, exuding confidence and animal magnetism. He stretched his hand in
her direction. “Ms. Kristensen.”
Not knowing if
she should be disappointed by him not recognizing her, Hannah took off her dark
glasses. “Hello,”—she stopped herself from calling him by his first name. He
is going to be your employer.—“Mr. Blackthorn.”
He halted
mid-stride, did a double take, and his arm fell to his side as her
heavily-lashed emerald-green eyes bore into his. He frowned. What the
fuck?
He was aware of
his own eyes widening and that he was staring. He was equally aware of the way
her shoulders squared back.
The movement
drew his attention downward to a figure with the elegant curves of what he
could only qualify as a contemporary, tall, and slim statue of Venus, just to
snap back to her face in something akin to shock.
He hadn’t
recognized her at first and that was not a surprise in itself. The last time he
had seen her she hadn’t been more than a bookish, shy, and pretty
nineteen-year-old. She was also the daughter of his father’s housekeeper, and
someone with whom he’d once considered having an affair.
“Hannah.”
His low, smooth
voice slid over her and got under her skin to curl low in her belly.
As he
contemplated her, he pushed his fingers through the strands, mussing the mane
of chopped black hair which would appear too long if he wasn’t so tall and
large.
But whatever
softness the disarray might have imparted to his appearance was countered by
his eyes. They were sharp and dark, a piercing ebony, like the night with no
stars, nor moon; a pitch-black well she once thought she wouldn’t mind falling
into.
Those eyes
landed on her beautiful heart-shaped face and wandered over those full, soft,
plum-rich lips.
Fuck! Recomposing
himself from the most powerful reaction his body ever had to a woman, he held
his hand out to her once more. “It’s been a while.”
His tenor voice
conjured a number of disturbing images in Hannah’s mind: heavy velvet pulled
over naked skin; steel sheathed in satin. Definitely a mass of contradictions
she wanted nothing to do with coupled with a bedroom voice and a commanding
tone. Hannah found herself wanting to lean closer, shock him into kissing her,
just to slap that handsome face, hard. But the kisses would come and she would
not slap him.
Not a while, but
seven years. To Hannah it felt like a lifetime. Since Senator Blackthorn
had dismissed her mother from his household, her life had turned upside down.
It was ironic she was going to be working for and helping the son of the man
who had fired her mother.
She looked at
his hand as if it were a snake and involuntarily, her tongue moistened her
lips.
His gaze zeroed
in on her mouth, but nothing else gave away the vulnerability he had briefly
glimpsed.
Stop. You are
here for the money. She pulled herself back from the torrent of sensual
feelings. Under her steel will, her face went blank and her fingers curled
around his hand, firmly and detached. In an even voice, she said, “Yes, it has
been a while. How are you, Mr. Blackthorn?”
Debbie White –
Finding Mrs. Right
They watched
some love story, chatting in between scenes while enjoying pizza and wine.
Seemed neither one was truly interested in the movie. They cuddled on the
couch, and in between bites of pizza, they kissed. When the movie was over, he
helped clean up the crumbs they’d made and rinsed the glasses out in the sink.
He wanted to show her that he too could be a good guest.
They stood
inside the kitchen with locked gazes, making for an uncomfortable setting. Gabe
wasn’t sure what he should do. He glanced at his watch. When he looked up, Rose
was making her way toward him. “Can you stay the night?” she asked.
