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WYOMING'S BILLIONAIRE RANCHERS

12/22/2021

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Four cynical billionaire ranchers. Four innocent heroines. Four steamy, small-town romances.

In Billionaire Rancher, Secret Lover, shy part-time waitress Kady suddenly finds herself agreeing to take her coffee shop boss (and billionaire in disguise) Slade Wyndham to become her secret lover.

In Billionaire Rancher, Secret Crush, secret billionaire and bookshop owner Thornton hires a new shop assistant, thinking that Blake's a guy...but she's not.

In A Heartless Billionaire Rancher, Sarah has her heart stolen and broken by a stranger...all in one night.

In Billionaire Rancher Heartbreaker, sixteen-year-old Anah falls head over heels secret billionaire Ethan, not realizing until it's too late that he's already lost his heart to someone else.

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San Antonio's Finest Eligibles

12/22/2021

San Antonio's Finest Eligibles - or S.A.F.E. in short - consist of four broodingly handsome billionaire ranchers. And one by one, these four powerful men find themselves falling for their mail-order brides.

In Betrayed by the Billionaire Rancher, innocent Hilary mistakenly believes she's marrying an ordinary cowboy. She also believes she's marrying for love, when in truth all Devon Montgomery wants is a biddable and undemanding wife.

In The Billionaire Rancher's Temporary Wife, Isla agrees to be a mail-order bride to escape her heartbreak. But will her new husband end up breaking her heart all over again?

In The Billionaire Rancher's Unwanted Wife, single dad Nicholas Sutherland has no time for women. But because of someone's meddling ways, he ends up with a mail-order bride with stars in her eyes.

In Bought by the Billionaire Rancher, a nanny ends up with her boss's wedding ring...but with conditions attached.

Note: All books in this boxed set are steamy and over-the-top contemporary mail-order bride romances with guaranteed happy-ever-afters.

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This is a collection of four books. All four books revolve around SAFE San Antonio's Finest Eligible bachelors. They all need wives but do not want the entanglement of love and dating. Mostly because of their money they do not date. So they all look for or are put in the position of getting a mail order bride. Even though some of the guys are not thrilled with the idea they do come to understanding. There are people that get in the way and sometime is it the guys themselves that prevent it. All the stories were wonderful and I loved the characters, the situations were different but all enjoyable. The stories were well developed and entertaining. They are all quick reads. I really enjoyed this series. ~ Amazon 5-star review

My Russian Stepbrothers

12/20/2021

I know I'm lucky, to have three of the hottest Russian guys in town as my doting (but often overprotective) stepbrothers.And I know, I really do understand that I shouldn't jeopardize what I have. What we have. A big, beautiful house. A happy family. A promising future.
But then I see him. I look at him. And I just can't help wanting him, even knowing it's forbidden.
Vassi.
I love him so much. Need him. Want him.
Even though I know one day, he'd fall for another girl, and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

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It was a day of many firsts for Seri.
Her first day in college, her first class with Vassi, and the first day since…that time.
With Seri seated alone at the last row, it was just Seri and Vassi sharing the long console table as he slid into the vacant seat on her left. Darkness allowed him to escape detection, everyone too busy watching the video tutorial playing in front.
If the lights had been on, it would have been different of course. All the girls would have gone crazy at the knowledge that Vassi Grachyov was with them.
Vassi! Grachyov! In! The! Flesh!
Seri had seen it happen too many times to count.
She felt him move his chair closer to her, and she resisted the urge to move her seat away from him.
D’err mo.
She sucked at this.
She had been the one to force him into being her boyfriend and---
“Still not going to look my way, solnishka moya?” The words were whispered straight into her ear, and Seri nearly fell off her chair.
Bo zheh moy. Oh my God, but what was that?
How was it that his mere voice was enough to turn her on now?
This close, she could smell his aftershave, could feel his breath fanning her skin. He leaned even closer, his arm resting at the back of her chair.
“Maybe you should think twice about this.”
“No,” she hissed under her breath. Even without looking at him, she could feel him smirking, and she was torn between wanting to kick him under the table and---
An idea crystallized in her mind, and she found herself unable to let go of it.
She could do it. She was going to do it. She really was, and it would teach him to underestimate her.
So yes, she would do it.
She would.
Vassi started to move away, still smirking, and it was both irritating and sexy, the way he seemed capable of reading her every mind---
Seri took a deep breath and just did it.
She touched his knee under the desk.
Ha!
Triumph filled her as she succeeded in making the first move, and her body trembled at the feel of his knee under her fingers. Seri glanced at Vassi, and the faint light coming from the glow of the projection allowed her to see his face, which was…bland.
Huh?
He raised a brow. “That’s it?”
Her lips parted and closed.
B’lyad.
She really sucked at this, and color flooded her cheeks as she realized that what seemed like such an incredible achievement for her was probably child’s play for someone as experienced as Vassi. They might only be a year apart in age, but she wasn’t foolish enough to think that the difference between his level of experience and hers could be measured the same way.
Angry and humiliated, she started to pull her hand away, but his hand suddenly covered hers.
Her gaze jerked to his. “Let go!”
“What’s wrong?” His lips curved. “We’re just getting started.” He picked her hand up.
“Shut---” But she found herself choking instead, unable to believe what Vassi had just done.
Or made her do.
Whatever.
The point was, her hand was now on…his…dick.
Her eyes flew to him in shock. Was he serious? They were in class, and they were not alone!
And as if to answer her, Vassi slowly started to move her hand up and down his dick. His eyes still held hers captive, gleaming with cruel pleasure. Yes, he was serious. Yes, he knew they were in class, they were not alone, and wasn’t that goddamn exciting?
Her breath hitched, and she wanted to bang her head against the table. She really sucked at this. She was supposed to be the one seducing him, blackmailing him, and yet it was the opposite.
Vassi’s hand tightened around hers as he pushed her to move her hand faster. His dick was longer and harder, thicker, too, than she imagined, and the knowledge that she was holding it---
Holy Mother of Russian Miracles, she was holding Vassi’s dick---
She wanted to moan and whimper, she wanted to open and close her legs at the same time, the wetness soaking her panties making her ache with a strange kind of need to be filled.
When his dick twitched in her hold, her fingers involuntarily tightened around his arousal, and she heard him hiss.
It was the most beautiful sound---
The lights opened.
“Does anyone have questions?” the professor in front asked.
That, on the other hand, was the most awful sound she had ever heard. It was the sound of knowing they could be discovered any moment, of people realizing that she was giving her stepbrother a hand job in public---
Panicking, she tried tugging her hand away, but instead he only made her hand stroke him faster. He still had his arm on the back of her chair, but he was facing the professor, his posture entirely relaxed.
Nothing in his demeanor gave him away---
And yet, under the table, she could feel his dick growing between her fingers, could feel it throbbing almost violently----
Seri heard him say between clenched teeth, “Faster.”
And somehow, she couldn’t stop herself, stroking him as fast as she could while she squeezed him hard, drawing every little lesson of seduction she could from all the hentai videos she had watched.
In the corner of her eye, she saw Vassi stiffen in his seat, just before he started to cum.
Oooooooh.
She hurriedly covered her mouth with her free hand before her moan escaped her.
B’lyad.
That sound---
She squeezed her eyes shut as the sound of his pleasure played over and over in her mind.
She had made her stepbrother, Vassi, come with her hand.
And Holy Mother of Russia, but instead of feeling dirty, she just wanted…more.
The bell rang, and everyone started to stand up. Vassi grabbed her wrist and before she knew what was happening, he already had her out of the classroom, and they were walking away.
“I can’t believe you made me do that,” she hissed at him even as she struggled to keep up with his pace.
“You shouldn’t be complaining.” He smirked down at her. “Wasn’t that the point of this entire arrangement?” He bent down and without missing a step, he bit the outer lobe of her ear, whispering, “This is how I am as a boyfriend, solnishka moya.”
Argh!
She tripped over her own feet, making Vassi laughingly stop as he helped Seri regain her balance. She looked up, but before she could speak, he shook his head at her. “Give it up, leech.” His tone was light, but his gaze held a warning in it. “This blackmailing thing isn’t you, and in the end…only one of us will get hurt.”

This well-written, different style of Reverse Harem was good story with good characters with chemistry. ~ Amazon Vine Voice verified 5-star review

Bad Boy Billionaire

12/19/2021

I might be broke, but I'm not stupid. Dating a Dutch billionaire with bad boy written all over him will only get me hurt...right?Everyone knows who the de Konighs are. They're not only a family of billionaires, but they're royalty, too. Everyone in this family's supposed to be perfect except for its lone black sheep...Jaak de Konigh.
AKA...
The bad boy billionaire billionaire who supposedly took one look at me...and fell hard.
In lust that is.
Because Jaak doesn't do love.
Neither do I really, but it's not reason enough for us to start seeing each other.
Right?

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Ilse’s cellphone started to ring at exactly five o’clock, and without opening her eyes, she blindly groped for her phone on the bedside table, swiping and punching the screen randomly until she was able to answer the call and put it on loudspeaker.
“Rise and shine, babe.”
Ilse’s heart skipped a beat even as her mind fought against the cobwebs of sleep. Who was calling her---
The realization came to her.
Jaak de Konigh.
“What time is it?” she asked groggily.
“Five?”
Eyes still closed, she demanded in a mumble, “And you’re calling me now why?”
“Gloria told me you often worry about not being able to get up on time in the morning, so I thought I’d make myself useful.”
Right.
Her boss really had a big mouth…
And Ilse started to slip back into unconsciousness.
The billionaire gazed at his cellphone in amusement. “Ilse?”
An incoherent mumble.
“Shouldn’t you start moving?”
“Vijf minuten.”
The billionaire smiled. Five minutes. He ended the call, thinking that morning might just become his favorite part of the day if it was the only time he could hear Ilse acting spoiled and childlike.
Heading back to his hotel suite’s walk-in closet, the billionaire finished changing, his movement swift and efficient as he looped a crimson tie around his neck and secured it with a perfect knot.
By the time he called Ilse again, exactly five minutes had passed, and he was on his way down in the elevator. She answered his call on the third ring, her semi-incoherent grumble leaving the billionaire torn between amusement and arousal. That she wasn’t a morning person was cute, but it also made him wish he could see her now. He pictured her lying on his bed, with her dark brown hair fanned across his pillows, and the thought was enough to have his cock stiffen behind his pants.
This was going to be another day of torture, the billionaire thought with a mental sigh. Ever since meeting Ilse, he hadn’t fucked another woman, and not counting the years before he had lost his virginity, this was the longest time he had gone without sex.
With an effort, the billionaire managed to keep his voice steady, saying, “Ilse, get up.”
“Mm.”
He heard more sounds, Ilse flipping to her stomach and covering her head with a pillow. It was the simplest thought, but it still have the most amazing impact on his cock, and for one tempting second the billionaire seriously considered going back to his room so he could jerk himself off.
The thought had the billionaire inhaling hard.
Control. He needed to be in control.
“Come on, babe. You don’t want to be late, do you?”
Half a minute passed before he heard a sigh coming from the other end of the line. “I’m up.”
Her tone was half-sleepy, half-grudging, to which the billionaire replied in a mockingly polite voice, “Your gratitude for my wake-up call is duly noted.”

I loved it! I don't think love is an adequate enough word for the emotions this book awoke within me. Wish I could give five more stars for this piece! I loved the characters how they came together and grew...I felt like I was actually in Amsterdam with how vivid and detailed the descriptions are... ~ Amazon verified 5-star review

Leandro

12/19/2021

She hated him at first sight. And the feeling was mutual.
Leandro Christopoulos was in a bind. Elections was coming up, and his father wanted a seat in Parliament. And as the man's only son, Leandro needed to reinvent his public image from playboy to underground motor racer to boring upright role model.
Even worse, he needed to do it fast, and in the end, the only girl who proved up to scratch was his nemesis.
Bobby was the smartest girl in school and recently voted as Young Philanthropist of the Year. She was also bookish, shrewish, and all the other unattractive -ish he could think of.
She was not his type. Or so Leandro thought until he accidentally saw Bobby naked.
He had wanted her since then, but because he also knew she was the type of girl who needed to be in love with the guy she would go to bed with...
He would just have to lie about that, wouldn't he?

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Looking down on her, the mutinous look on her oval face made Leandro mentally sigh. “I’m sorry for what happened yesterday,” he forced himself to say.
“Really?”
He said impatiently, “Has no one taught you to be gracious when accepting an apology?”
She flushed. He was right in that score, but she didn’t want to admit it. She shot back, “I’d be gracious if I thought you were being sincere.”
It was his turn to flush. “You never know when to shut up.”
Her eyes flashed. “Is that your way of telling me to shut up? Because let me tell you---”
He kissed her.
Again, he had shut her up by kissing her.
This time, she managed to remain conscious enough to try to struggle. Try being the operative word because her efforts were completely wasted. He was so strong that he made it look like she was not refusing his touch at all. He had stopped in the middle of the dance floor, his arms around her like chains made of burning-hot steel.
She opened her mouth to scream, but stupid her, she forgot that was the one thing she should never do.
His tongue went in for the kill.
And that was…the end. Of her sanity.

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Acheron's Woman

12/18/2021

"I'm sorry," Pippi said finally, "but I don't think I'm your type, and it would hurt me to see you bored with my company after just a few minutes."As Pippilotta "Pippi" Jones considered herself allergic to rich, handsome men, finding out that she was required by her work to visit Greek billionaire Acheron Simonides in his home was Pippi's worst dream come true.
But since an order was an order...

Acheron had never been attracted to the shy, sensible sort, but the way the woman so valiantly did her best to resist him resulted in making Ms. Jones the sole exception to the rule. Even so, the billionaire believed it was only a matter of time and skillful negotiation before he could make the little blusher his.
Or so he thought.

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"Yeah, I'm here. Let's just---" She broke off, sensing someone approach from behind, and when she turned around, it was to find Acheron coming to a stop within kissing distance, so blasted close the scent of his cologne was once again teasing her nostrils.
So close. Too close. Impossibly, painfully, agonizingly close.
"Pi?"
"Umm..." Her mind was a blank, with the heat blazing from Acheron's eyes making her feel like a cornered rabbit. She knew she should move, but she couldn't. She knew she should push him away, but she couldn't. Oh, the many things she knew she should do, but couldn't - because the truth was...
She didn't want to do any of them, Pippi realized sickly.
"Pi?" This time, Rue's voice was tinged with serious concern.
"S-Sorry." Her voice came out unnaturally shrill, with Acheron having reached for one of her hands, and oh dear Lord, his touch was scorching, like electricity running through every vein of her body. "I was just thinking of..." Her voice faltered as Acheron raised her hand to his lips.
"Thinking of what?" Rue prompted.
And now, he was slipping one finger into his mouth.
Omigodomigodomigodomigod!
Her finger!
In his mouth!
HER FINGER!
IN HIS MOUTH!
She somehow managed to find her voice. "Fin....findings."
Acheron's eyes laughed at her, but when she tried to yank her hand out of his hold, he retaliated by sucking on her finger, and her knees immediately buckled.
Bloody, bloody, bloody hell!
"Findings about what?"
Pippi found herself clutching one of the balcony posts just to stay upright, her gaze helplessly drawn to the erotic sight of her finger in his mouth.
Oh God, the way his tongue swirled, the scrape of his teeth, and the way he sucked...
"Pippi?"
"It's d-difficult to e-explain." And it was. "I'll call you again. O-Okay?" Her voice caught as Acheron sucked on her finger just a bit harder, enough to make her whole body shiver.
A moment later, she heard Rue whisper, "Oh my."
Oh no.
"I'm so going to tell everyone."

...of course you will cry and of course you cannot stop reading once you started it. Pipi and Archeron have a lot in their lives but most important and not so obvious to them, they have each other. ~ Amazon verified 5-star review

My Italian Billionaire

12/16/2021

I had always been okay at being boring and ordinary, of always doing the right thing and playing it safe. But when Marcus Ravelli came to live with us that one summer, the wildly sensual and dangerously handsome Italian bad boy made me yearn for the impossible. And everything changed.

Fast forward nine years later, and Marcus and I were about to meet again. I convinced myself that I would be able to handle it. But I was wrong. I still ended up acting like a docile little lamb in his presence, still ended up saying yes to his every suggestion---
No matter how foolish or dangerous.
No matter if it involved marriage.
I thought I understood how things were between us. I thought that because he was my friend, he knew better than to hurt me again.
But I was wrong about this, too.
So, so wrong.

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I had seen my fair share of beautiful men in my life. Heck, I had lived with three of the world’s most beautiful men my entire life, but even so there was just something about the stranger that called out to me, making him different, and his looks more…potent. I had never used that word to describe a man before, but for him it seemed fitting, with the way every little thing about him had a tremendous impact on my senses.
He was tall and powerfully built, the outline of his biceps made more prominent with how the sleeves of his white buttoned-up shirt were rolled up to his elbows. Faded jeans completed his casual look, but the way he carried himself made his clothes seem more elegant than a ten-thousand-dollar suit.
His raven black hair wasn’t so different from Jaak’s, but unlike my brother’s blue eyes – an all-famous de Konigh trademark – the other man’s eyes were exceptionally dark, deep-set, and exotic. His skin was a deep shade of bronze, the kind only Mediterranean men seemed naturally blessed with, and the way he moved was so very…Italian.
I couldn’t quite explain it, but I was sure anyone who watched the way this man moved would know what I mean. There was a certain kind of sensuality about him - almost forbidden in its explicitness – that literally made me hot all over.
I had never felt anything like it before. It should have terrified me, but instead I let it draw me in, the unusual heat he exuded making me lick my lips---
Oh.
Did his eyes just narrow?
“This is my sister Anneke.” Jaak’s words drew my attention back to him momentarily, but when I glanced back at my brother’s friend, it was like I had only imagined the change in his gorgeous features.
I must have imagined it then. Right?
Jaak gestured carelessly to his companion. “Anneke, this is Marcus Ravelli. He’s staying with us for the summer.”
Marcus. I adjusted the old pair of glasses perched on my nose while I tested the man’s name in my mind. Marcus Ravelli. The name suited him. It sounded manly and sophisticated, mysterious and---
Wait.
My gaze flew back to my brother. Had I heard him correctly? Was I going to live under the same roof with Mr. Italian Perfection over there?

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My Sadistic Billionaire

10/21/2021

Previously published as For Angelo

I'm afraid of rich people, literally. So why have I ended up falling for a sadist with billions in the bank?

Girls fall for Angelo because he's beautiful. The way he moves. The things he say. Even the forms his punishment take is a work of art. Everything about him is beautiful and irresistibly sexy...
But for me, the first thing I noticed about him was his laugh. It's the most sinful sound, but it's also that sound...that soft, beguiling laugh of a fallen angel - it's that sound which saves me. Changes me. Irrevocably.
The Italian billionaire doesn't believe a good girl like me can accept his darkness. He has needs he believes I'm incapable of satisfying. Certain tastes he doesn't think I'll ever be able to enjoy.
I'm determined to prove him wrong, though. I can learn to be bad for him. And he can learn to be nice for me. Or so I hoped...until Angelo does something that is just too cruel, even for me.

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Lane looked back at her fallen angel.
His concerned gaze made her heart skip a beat, and his voice was like the most darkly seductive melody as he murmured, “If you’re sure you’re okay…”
“I think I hurt my ankle,” she blurted out. God forgive me. “M-maybe you can check on me later?” She could feel a blush stealing over her cheeks at how unnaturally forward she was being. “I’m out in an hour.” Lane’s words had the stranger raising a brow, but even as her cheeks turned redder, she just couldn’t make herself take the words back.
“I see.” The stranger’s lips curved in the sexiest little smile, and his silvery gray eyes settled on her contemplatively.
His sudden scrutiny was unnerving, but Lane forced herself to meet his gaze. She had nothing to hide. She was just crushing on him, and now she was, well, flirting outrageously with him. Other girls did it all the time. So it wasn’t bad…right?
“You’re…different,” the stranger murmured.
“In a good way…right?” Lane clarified worriedly.
His smile widened, but he didn’t say anything.
Her heart slammed hard against her chest. Gosh, oh gosh. It was just a smile, but she felt hot all over.
When he took a step back from her, Lane caught her breath, the pain of the increased distance surprising her.
“I’m keeping you, aren’t I?”
He nodded.
Her heart sank. “You’re meeting with someone?” Please say no, please say---
Another nod.
“I see.” Her heart had sped up its descent at his response, and she struggled to paste a smile on her trembling lips. Infatuation and heartbreak at first sight, Lane thought numbly. Who could’ve imagined it would happen this way?
Slowly, she made herself take a step back as well. Not meeting his gaze, she mumbled, “Sorry for keeping you.”
“It’s nothing.”
Silence.
“I’ll check up on you later---”
“You don’t have to---”
The stranger cupped her chin and forced her to look up. “Why not?”
She refused to be excited, frowning unhappily at him. “Because.”
“Because…what?” Again, his lips curved in that sexy little smirk, which even in her pain didn’t fail to make her body tingle all over.
“Because you’re meeting with someone,” Lane snapped in a rare display of annoyance. “Happy now?” The words were supposed to come out a snarl, but she ended all choked up with hurt disappointment.
The stranger released her chin. “See you later.” And just like that, he turned and started to walk away.
“I said you don’t have to,” she muttered resentfully.
“Even when I tell you I’m only meeting up with the college dean for work?” the stranger answered without looking back.
Her eyes widened.
“And have I mentioned the dean also happens to be fifty years old, bald, and male?” But he was getting farther and farther away from her now, and she barely heard his next words, spoken in a musing tone. “But then, if you think I shouldn’t be checking up on you---”
“NO!” Lane clapped her hands over her mouth, shocked that she had actually ended up yelling the word out.
The stranger stopped walking.
She didn’t hesitate.
She hurried after him, and by the time she reached the stranger he had already turned to face her, a familiar smirk on his strong, beautiful face.
“You don’t seem to have a hurt ankle---”
She didn’t hesitate, pretending to limp on the last few steps.
His laughter rang out, and this time she realized what made it so different, what made her want to hear it again and again.
Lane stumbled to a stop.
She was suddenly perilously close to tears.
His laughter…reminded her of Laura.
Her brazen sense of joy, her indomitable spirit, her fierce love---
Against all odds.
“Are you okay?” Her fallen angel was in front of her again, his tone a mixture of wariness and worry, and she couldn’t blame him at all. She had to look crazy in his eyes right now, with the way she was flirting outrageously with him one moment and then fighting back tears the next.
“I’m not crazy, I promise,” she told him, trying but failing to repress her smile.
“If I weren’t a gentleman, I’d admit to being unconvinced.”
“You already said it,” she pointed out helplessly.
“Then I guess I’m not a gentleman.” And his silvery eyes gleamed in a way that told her there were other ungentlemanly things he wanted to do.
Oh, Looooooord.
And she heard herself ask breathlessly, “You’ll check on me later?”
“We’ll see.”
“Please?” She had never flirted in her entire life until now, but somehow the words came so easily to her, never mind if she couldn’t help blushing while she said them.
“We’ll see,” he repeated firmly. And it was clear in the way wickedness flashed in his silvery gaze that he liked hearing her beg, liked keeping her on her toes.
Lane watched him go, and not once did he look back even though he had to be aware of how her gaze followed his every movement.
Sadist, she thought absently, but for some reason, this didn’t displease her at all.

I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving a review. Oh my, wow I'm speechless this was the best twisted story I've ever read . I m just in love with these characters so much . so 10 stars is just not enough for this book . lane petersen has a anxiety disorder special form of plutophobia so when she hears a angel he knows she wants him but Angelo valenia the third has his own issues but these two will take you on a ride you just can't get off of.
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World of Billionaires - How the books are interconnected...

9/24/2021

For those interested, here's a quick rundown of the books in this series.

The Greek Billionaire and I, a fast-paced read with lots of steamy, funny, and angsty bits, starts off with cynical Greek billionaire Mykolas finding the misplaced cellphone of schoolteacher Velvet, whose colleague is Mairi...and who happens to be the heroine of our next story, which is...

The Art of Catching a Greek Billionaire is the first of Damen and Mairi's story, and it is FREE to read on Nook , Kobo , iTunes , and Google Play . I want it to be free, too on Amazon, but Amazon's taking a bit of time to price-match. There are six installments in total for this story, and alternatively, you can opt to buy The Greek Billionaire Romance Serials to get the entire set. Mairi grew up with her spinster aunts reading her old school Harlequin / Mills and Boon novels as bedtime stories (the PG version, of course). It turned her into a hopeless romantic who then dreamt of falling in love with her own Greek billionaire. And as it turns out, she ended up having not just one or two but three (maybe even four?) Greek billionaires "vying" for her hand. While Damen ultimately ended up being her one true love, the other Greek billionaire, Stavros Manolis, ended up starring in his own book, which is...

The Greek Billionaire and His Secretary is the first of Stavros and Willow's story, and it is FREE to read. There are four installments in total for this story, and alternatively, you can opt to buy The Greek Billionaire and His Secretary Boxed Set to have all four parts in one book. Willow is a foul-mouthed literary editor who has a (sort-of) one-night stand with Stavros, who then ends up becoming her boss. This starts off as a workplace affair before turning into a globe-trotting romance that, similar to all the books in this series, will have you laughing and crying and falling in love all over again. Along the way, we also meet Willem and Serenity, and these two will then become the main couple of our next book, which is...

My Dutch Billionaire is the first of Willem and Serenity's story, and it is also FREE to read. Alternatively, you can read their entire story by downloading My Dutch Billionaire (Complete Trilogy) instead. Willem is a Dutch billionaire who's rather infamous for being icily handsome with his blond hair and blue eyes as well as icily efficient. Serenity, who met Willem when he was dating her older sister, became later on known as Willem Jr. because like Willem, she's icily beautiful (same blond hair and blue eyes) and icily efficient. This is a bit of a Cinderella retelling, with an age gap twist (he's fourteen years older). Anyway, one of Willem's closest friends is Kyrillos Gavis, whom we meet in this series and will soon see again in the next book, which is...

Pollyanna and the Greek Billionaire is my first marriage romance, and I think this story is one of the books that made me cry the hardest. The first book is free, but you can alternatively buy Pollyanna and the Greek Billionaire (Complete Trilogy) to read the book in one go. Anyway, when we first met Kyr in MDB, he was already separated from Pollyanna, and we even met his kids! In this book, we go all the way back to the beginning, and we find out how he first fell in love with Anna. As for the next book in the series, we'll head back to Netherlands and say hello to the de Konigh family again. If you remember Willem's younger brother Jaak, well...

Bad Boy Billionaire is the story of Jaak and Ilse and it's free to read in Kindle Unlimited. The book is based in Amsterdam, and it's one of my favorites because of how the scenery just became such an integral part of their romance. Jaak is the de Konigh clan's "black sheep" while Ilse is a hard-working tourist guide in Amsterdam's famous red light district. After this, we'll hop on to another de Konigh sibling, Anneke, whose love story is up next in...

My Italian Billionaire is a two-part story of Anneke, the younger sister of Jaak and Willem, and Marcus Ravelli, who you may have already met in one of my college romance books. Anneke and Marcus met when they were teenagers and reconnected again ten years later. Anneke considers herself too sensible and boring, but with the Italian billionaire she ends up doing lots of exciting things like...well, you'll have to read their story to find out. But after this, we'll head back to Miami, where Damen and Mairi now live. And speaking of Greek billionaires, you've met Acheron ever so briefly in The Greek Billionaire Romance Serials, and it's now his turn to fall in love in...

Acheron's Woman is the story of criminal-turned-billionaire Acheron and his employee Pippi, who's the breadwinner for her happy but all-too-large family with her single mother, two aunts, and four younger sisters. Pippi definitely hasn't any time with love, which is a good thing since Acheron is only after an affair. Or is it really a good thing? As for the next book, it's a Greek billionaire's younger sister whose turn to fall in love has come up in...

Truly, Madly, Deeply is my first contemporary professor-student romance, and this book is what I am and will always be most proud of. TMD is free to read with Kindle Unlimited so I do hope you give it a try. The story begins with Mairi's former student (now her sister-in-law) Diana on her first day in graduate school in a European winter town (think Swiss Alps) and right away earning the ire of her sexy, sarcastic, and mysterious professor. I love this book so much that I personally read this every so often, and it never fails to make me cry! After this, we head back to the USA again, since it's the last of Mairi's Greek billionaires who will be falling in love in...

Belonging to Ioniko: The Greek Billionaire's Obsession is the story of Schuyler and Ioniko, whom you first met in The Greek Billionaire Romance Serials. Ioniko is in the States to visit his younger sister Katya, who now owns a co-working space. It's there that he finds himself obsessed with Schuyler, who's the only woman in the place who hasn't tried to capture his attention.

Unwillingly Yours

9/19/2021

What happens when a Dom and a Sub find each other too early in life? Should they turn their backs on their destiny just because they're too young?
Nerdy. Boring. Unavailable. 18-year-old Jaike Hepburn is happiest when those words are used to describe her. But then a billionaire playboy comes along, and it becomes impossible to deny her secretly submissive self.
Charming. Friendly. Perfect. This is what 21-year-old Derek Christopoulos strives to be for the sake of his parents' legacy. All his life, he's kept his darkness hidden, waiting for that one girl who'd take pleasure in belonging to him.
When Derek and Jaike finally met, they both knew the truth in an instant.
She is his, and he is hers.

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Derek smirked. "Did you come alone?" Every word that dropped from his lips felt like an invitation to make love. He was so intensely sexual Jaike had trouble breathing normally around him.
"No." It was so, so hard to keep her voice from shaking, and harder not to stare at Derek when he was this close. Hardest of all to ignore was the heat he exuded, enticing her to touch any part of his ruggedly toned body. He was muscled all over, and his tight black shirt and hip-hugging jeans made no secret of it.
He leaned close, his breath fanning her face as he whispered, "Want me to keep you company?"
That look, that voice, those words.
They were the reasons why Jaike hated being around Derek Christopoulos, would rather be anywhere else but near him. He made her feel clumsy and awkward, unable to decide where she should look or what was safe to touch.
"Nothing to say?" Look was such a tame word to describe how Derek's eyes devoured her. There was never an instance he didn't gaze at Jaike as if he possessed her, body and soul, and he was simply biding his time before he claimed ownership.
She needed to get away from Derek. Fast. Before her tumultuous emotions caused her to do something she'd forever regret.
"Get out of my way, Derek." Jaike winced at how weak she sounded.
"Not until you say please."
She bared her teeth. "Please."
Several heartbeats passed before Derek slowly drew back, his arms releasing her from his prison. He gave her a heart-stopping grin. "That was the first time I heard a girl say 'please' like she wanted to kill me."
Jaike scowled, just so she wouldn't accidentally smile.
But he saw through her, and his laugh said as much.

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