NOTE: This was previously published as Leandro: Greek. Biker. Billionaire, which is the novel version of Heart Racer and Driven by Love.
They hated each other at first sight, but then he saw her coming out of the shower...
College bad boy Leandro Christopoulos is known for being rich and hot...as well as driving a bike.
College overachiever Roberta "Bobby" Granger is known for being rich and snarky...as well as running a charity.
She isn't his type at all, but when the Greek billionaire accidentally sees her naked, he knows he has to have her...even if it means pretending he has a heart to lose.
They hated each other at first sight, but then he saw her coming out of the shower...
College bad boy Leandro Christopoulos is known for being rich and hot...as well as driving a bike.
College overachiever Roberta "Bobby" Granger is known for being rich and snarky...as well as running a charity.
She isn't his type at all, but when the Greek billionaire accidentally sees her naked, he knows he has to have her...even if it means pretending he has a heart to lose.
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.
“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.
Was a very good engrossing read. Once really got into the characters, it was very easy to be able to pick up and carry on.. Recommend ! - Amazon 5-star verified review
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