Maximo and I couldn’t be more different.
He’s cold, controlled, and terrifyingly powerful. I’m broke, overly cheerful, and apparently incapable of leaving the poor man alone.
We shouldn’t work.
Except Maximo keeps taking care of me. He gets jealous when other men come near me. He looks at me when he thinks I’m not watching. And when he kisses me…
Well.
A girl can add two plus two.
So despite Maximo insisting he could never love me, I became ridiculously, hopelessly certain he was falling for me anyway.
Because actions speak louder than words, right?
Turns out I should’ve listened to his words.
Note: This book also includes Falling for My Ex-Boyfriend’s Billionaire Uncle and Falling for My Ex-Husband’s Billionaire Boss.
We shouldn’t work.
Except Maximo keeps taking care of me. He gets jealous when other men come near me. He looks at me when he thinks I’m not watching. And when he kisses me…
Well.
A girl can add two plus two.
So despite Maximo insisting he could never love me, I became ridiculously, hopelessly certain he was falling for me anyway.
Because actions speak louder than words, right?
Turns out I should’ve listened to his words.
Note: This book also includes Falling for My Ex-Boyfriend’s Billionaire Uncle and Falling for My Ex-Husband’s Billionaire Boss.
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EXCERPT
"Don't get any ideas," he warns me, like he can hear the whole internal monologue.
"Shouldn't I be the one saying that?" I gesture between us. Between his face and my everything. "You were the one who invited me up, not the other way around."
"You have a disturbing tendency to read something in nothing."
"Ouch. That's mean." I press a hand to my borrowed heart, wounded. "Is that your way of saying unappealing?"
"What do you want to drink?" he asks, already turning toward a bar cart worth more than everything I own put together, and I have to physically stop myself from pocketing something off it for the memory. Also--
"Since you didn't say no, then that means the opposite, right?"
I know he's already warned me against reading something into nothing, but c'mon now.
"You find me attractive!"
"Water, then." It's so cute when Mr. H tries playing it cool like this, and it has me smiling while I watch him pour with the unbothered economy of a man who's never once spilled anything in his life, and hand the glass over without letting our fingers touch. Which I notice because lately I notice everything about him, and that's rapidly becoming a full-time job nobody's paying me for.
"Have you eaten?"
"Actually, I wanted to invite you for dinner." And here it comes, the whole reason, bubbling up out of me. "I got the job! My first one! There was an audition and everything, this director, he had me read in his suite at the—"
"You went inside the hotel room of a man."
The temperature of the room drops about forty degrees.
"I mean, when you put it like that—"
"How stupid can you get?" His jaw has gone to stone. "You could have been raped."
"I have pepper spray," I offer.
"And what if he has a gun?"
"It was broad daylight."
"You really think sunlight will keep a psychopath from hurting you if he wanted to?"
And here's the truly unfair, upside-down thing about me. He's furious. Properly furious, the kind that has a man like him spending a word like raped in that expensive unbothered voice. And he's furious because he doesn't want me hurt. A smart girl would be chastened. Instead my whole traitor chest goes warm and my heart does its little unauthorized skip because apparently his temper is just one more thing to love about him, which is the exact opposite of the lesson I'm supposed to be learning here.
"You're right," I admit, all the fight going out of me. "I was foolish and careless. Forgive me?"
His mouth works. He looks at the ceiling like it owes him money. "Do whatever you want."
"Thank you for forgiving me." "I didn't say—" He stops himself. Closes his eyes. Opens them. "Never mind. What do you want to eat?"
"What do you want to eat? My treat."
"You should be more prudent with managing your earnings."
"But I love spending my money on someone hot and honorable."
He glares at me. It's a truly world-class glare.
"And mine," I add.
Silence.
I let it stretch because I'm brave, and stupid, and both of those things are having a wonderful time.
"This is the part," I inform him, "where you shut me up with a kiss."
"Or I can just kick you out.”
"Shouldn't I be the one saying that?" I gesture between us. Between his face and my everything. "You were the one who invited me up, not the other way around."
"You have a disturbing tendency to read something in nothing."
"Ouch. That's mean." I press a hand to my borrowed heart, wounded. "Is that your way of saying unappealing?"
"What do you want to drink?" he asks, already turning toward a bar cart worth more than everything I own put together, and I have to physically stop myself from pocketing something off it for the memory. Also--
"Since you didn't say no, then that means the opposite, right?"
I know he's already warned me against reading something into nothing, but c'mon now.
"You find me attractive!"
"Water, then." It's so cute when Mr. H tries playing it cool like this, and it has me smiling while I watch him pour with the unbothered economy of a man who's never once spilled anything in his life, and hand the glass over without letting our fingers touch. Which I notice because lately I notice everything about him, and that's rapidly becoming a full-time job nobody's paying me for.
"Have you eaten?"
"Actually, I wanted to invite you for dinner." And here it comes, the whole reason, bubbling up out of me. "I got the job! My first one! There was an audition and everything, this director, he had me read in his suite at the—"
"You went inside the hotel room of a man."
The temperature of the room drops about forty degrees.
"I mean, when you put it like that—"
"How stupid can you get?" His jaw has gone to stone. "You could have been raped."
"I have pepper spray," I offer.
"And what if he has a gun?"
"It was broad daylight."
"You really think sunlight will keep a psychopath from hurting you if he wanted to?"
And here's the truly unfair, upside-down thing about me. He's furious. Properly furious, the kind that has a man like him spending a word like raped in that expensive unbothered voice. And he's furious because he doesn't want me hurt. A smart girl would be chastened. Instead my whole traitor chest goes warm and my heart does its little unauthorized skip because apparently his temper is just one more thing to love about him, which is the exact opposite of the lesson I'm supposed to be learning here.
"You're right," I admit, all the fight going out of me. "I was foolish and careless. Forgive me?"
His mouth works. He looks at the ceiling like it owes him money. "Do whatever you want."
"Thank you for forgiving me." "I didn't say—" He stops himself. Closes his eyes. Opens them. "Never mind. What do you want to eat?"
"What do you want to eat? My treat."
"You should be more prudent with managing your earnings."
"But I love spending my money on someone hot and honorable."
He glares at me. It's a truly world-class glare.
"And mine," I add.
Silence.
I let it stretch because I'm brave, and stupid, and both of those things are having a wonderful time.
"This is the part," I inform him, "where you shut me up with a kiss."
"Or I can just kick you out.”
The husband who promised to love me…murdered me instead.
Payton didn’t think there could be anything more heartbreaking than being cheated on. Her husband proved her wrong when he took her life.
That was supposed to be the end.
But it wasn’t.
One moment, she was dead. The next moment, she was back in the past.
There were things that were exactly the same, like her husband’s selfish and cheating ways.
But other things had changed, like a second killer coming out of nowhere.
And the billionaire boss she had been working for in the past four years…
Why did he say she was his heart?
This is a fast-paced, angsty second-chance billionaire boss romance. Closed door. HEA guaranteed.
Payton didn’t think there could be anything more heartbreaking than being cheated on. Her husband proved her wrong when he took her life.
That was supposed to be the end.
But it wasn’t.
One moment, she was dead. The next moment, she was back in the past.
There were things that were exactly the same, like her husband’s selfish and cheating ways.
But other things had changed, like a second killer coming out of nowhere.
And the billionaire boss she had been working for in the past four years…
Why did he say she was his heart?
This is a fast-paced, angsty second-chance billionaire boss romance. Closed door. HEA guaranteed.
I woke up with a dead woman's face, a dead woman's name, and a dead woman's husband…who also happens to be the billionaire I've loved from a distance for four years.
Plot twist: he knows exactly who I am.
Billionaire Benedict Young has a plan. His estranged wife has been murdered, and he intends to catch her killer by putting someone new in her place.
That’s where I come in. I’m the one girl he trusts because I’m best friends with his sister-in-law. But then I make a mistake, and now my ice-cold billionaire is convinced I’m just like the wife who made his life hell.
A girl who pretended to be sweet and nice…so she can gain access to his money and wear his ring on her finger.
Note: This is the first of a two-part story.
Plot twist: he knows exactly who I am.
Billionaire Benedict Young has a plan. His estranged wife has been murdered, and he intends to catch her killer by putting someone new in her place.
That’s where I come in. I’m the one girl he trusts because I’m best friends with his sister-in-law. But then I make a mistake, and now my ice-cold billionaire is convinced I’m just like the wife who made his life hell.
A girl who pretended to be sweet and nice…so she can gain access to his money and wear his ring on her finger.
Note: This is the first of a two-part story.
An innocent woman who almost loses her life. A billionaire who doesn’t believe in love. And a well-meaning deception that traps them both in a proxy marriage they can’t escape from.
Surviving a three-year coma has given twenty-two-year-old Chelsea Regis the courage to surrender everything to her gorgeous, powerful husband—even though he’s never once said he loves her.
To curb his growing obsession with his wife, Olivio Cannizzaro ruthlessly turns his unplanned marriage into a business solution.
But when the truth comes out, and everything falls apart, it’s the Sicilian billionaire who’s driven to despair, realizing too late that he’s already thrown away the best thing in his life.
Note: A marriage-of-convenience billionaire romance. HEA guaranteed, tissues required.
Surviving a three-year coma has given twenty-two-year-old Chelsea Regis the courage to surrender everything to her gorgeous, powerful husband—even though he’s never once said he loves her.
To curb his growing obsession with his wife, Olivio Cannizzaro ruthlessly turns his unplanned marriage into a business solution.
But when the truth comes out, and everything falls apart, it’s the Sicilian billionaire who’s driven to despair, realizing too late that he’s already thrown away the best thing in his life.
Note: A marriage-of-convenience billionaire romance. HEA guaranteed, tissues required.
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