En cours de chargement...
Book 1 - The Billionaire's Desire (A Dark Billionaire Romance Short Story)He was tall with long, black hair. He wore a suit, and he wore it well - it was tight-fitting and hugged his lithe body. He was talking heatedly with another man in a suit near a door marked "employees only." As Molly watched he laughed and patted the other man on the shoulder, and then turned and made to walk away - but then he caught her eye.
She suppressed a squeal - she didn't know why, but she would have squealed if she hadn't made the conscious effort to stop it - and looked away. She was near the eggs now, so she focused on them. She felt more than heard his presence behind her, and her whole body froze. She felt like a shadow had just descended on the entire aisle. Who was this man and why was he standing behind her? She suppressed the urge to turn around.
She didn't know why but the idea of turning around was terrifying to her. Well, she did know why - he was incredibly attractive and he was close to her. She wasn't very good with attractive men. She wasn't very good with men in general. Finally she heard him - heavy breathing, in and out, slow, rugged breaths. Book 2 - The Billionaire's Deal (A Dominant Billionaire Romance Short Story)I love it when the trees are so tall they have grown together above the lane so that I am driving in a tunnel of trees, the light just sparkling through the leaves like shiny copper pennies falling from heaven.
Of course, I know Copper Ridge Ranch was named for the natural element once found in its soil, and if anything rains down on Marcus Eliott - it's not copper. It's thousand dollar bills. Do they even make those?If they do, I'm sure Mr. Eliott uses them like tissue paper. I take the corner a little too fast and hear the rattle of the food trays in the back. Great, that's all I need!On the day Marcus welcomes August Kalle into his home, I'm going to show up with a cheesecake covered in road rash!I'm lucky though.
Not too much to unload on this trip. I started Carrie's Catering because I liked to cook and I needed a job. Little did I know I'd spend most of my time being a roadie - spending more time loading and unloading the van than mixing, baking or frosting all together. But, Copper Ridge Ranch is my flagstone client. They spend so much money and time on catering Mr. Eliott once asked me to consider moving into a guest house and just living here.
Book 3 - The Billionaire's Trust (A Female Billionaire Romance Short Story)An urgent flashing of the house lights beckoned the audience back to their seats for the Second Act. Vicki had spent the intermission backstage, chatting with two of her favorite singers who would soon grace the stage once more as the booming baritone Magnifico and his daughter Angelina, a dazzling soprano whose career had reached new heights during these ten, high-profile New York performances. Vicki couldn't conceal her delight at the absolutely full house.
"I guess the new marketing firm really hit one out of the park, " she commented quietly to Martin as the lights dimmed. "All ten performances are sold out!" Her lawyer friend smiled. "It's the inspired leadership they've been getting, " he replied. "New blood, new ideas. It's just magnificent." The maestro appeared at the edge of the orchestra pit and received enthusiastic applause. "Although even I would admit that Rossini's genius might have something to do with it, " Martin said, raising his voice over the audience's appreciation. WARNING: This collection which contains some very steamy love scenes.
It is only appropriate for mature readers age 18+.