Get ready for our billionaire bad boys…
Our eleven hand-picked stories are a delicious treat for romance lovers. The heroes are filthy rich, naughty, and need the right woman to show them that money can’t buy love. Some have earned their fortunes legally, and others dominate the underground. One thing they have in common—when they finally fall in love, they fall hard.
Enjoy one story a day, or binge the entire anthology.
COUTURE, CHAMPAGNE & LITTLE WHITE LIES
Elodie had high hopes when she moved to Milan to further her design career but having a coveted client offer her everything she could ever want in exchange for seducing her nephew was definitely not on her agenda. How could she say no?
But from the moment she meets the handsome and enigmatic Caesario, things slip more and more out of her control.
And into his…
The Billionaire’s Lost Love by Allegra Grey
Brewing Up Love with the Billionaire by Laura M. Baird
Trip by Lynn Burke
Bratva’s Angel by Winter Sloane
Naughty Billionaire by Sam Crescent
Sutter by Raven McAllan
Violet’s Vengeance by Tesla Storm
His Vengeful Heart by Beth D. Carter
Family Business by Rose Wulf
Not Today by Elyzabeth M. VaLey
What a gorgeous collection of naughty, haughty, and oh so dirty encounters. This group of Authors makes no apologies while telling the stories of men and women who love to make all the points count! I couldn’t stop reading and was ticked when I had to stop to “do the mundane chores of life”. Every story in this collection will have you begging for a fan and holding your breath. A work of art in the romance genre. ~ Amazon Review
What an amazing collection of stories and authors! Something for everyone and well worth every penny! ~ Amazon Review
This book is written by a lot of amazing authors, each bring their own unique taste in books and it’s also has some of my favorite authors in it, great job ladies! ~ Amazon Review
There wasn’t a bad story in this anthology. I loved each and every one of them. ~ Amazon Review
Elodie went to wrap her arm around his waist, but, as she slowly lifted her arm, she made sure her hand lightly cupped his tight ass on the way up. He might not have faltered in the story he was telling, but the way his body tensed against hers told her Caesario had more than noticed.
There was no mention or retaliation from him, however. He continued to chat, making sure never to leave her out of the conversation. For having the reputation of a womanizer, he was quite the gentleman.
Then, as he was translating what a Greek scientist was saying about the future of solar energy, he skimmed the underside of her breast with his thumb. Her mouth went dry. Had it been an accident? It might have been, but as she was beginning to relax again, it happened again. This time a slow, deliberate stroke. The touch, while little more than a brush, was enough to send a bolt of pleasure through her. The heat of his hand was like a brand through the gauzy silk of the dress. The graze of his thumb might as well have been a lick of fire.
The fine material of the dress was no disguise against her body’s response to him. Not that she could hide it from her face either. Anyone who cared to look would probably notice just how rapt she was.
They continued to chat, about the weather of all things, a mundane a topic as they could possibly discuss, but Elodie was barely paying attention. She’d had her fill of conversation anyway. Hours of chitchat about everything under the sun and now they were looping around again. Elodie did her best to nod and smile, reply with a murmur where appropriate, and probably giving off the worst impression of herself possible, but she was enjoying Caesario’s touch far too much to really care.
Not to be outdone, she shifted and gave his questioning glance a coquettish little smile in reply as she adjusted her hold of him. It wasn’t fair that he was able to touch her and she was impeded by his jacket.
Since it was unbuttoned, it was a simple matter of sliding her arm inside to loop around his back. What no one else could see was, as the topic of conversation turned to yachts and whose was the most impressive, Elodie had worked to untuck his shirt and tunnel her hand inside.
His skin was taut, warm—living silk over solid muscle—inviting her to touch and explore. How could she deny herself that?
With the flat of her hand she studied the fascinating landscape of his back. She traced patterns with the tips of her fingers, earning her a quiet groan from him. It was with a flinch from him that she knew she found a ticklish spot. Caesario nearly choked on his champagne when she gently raked the stretch of flesh with her nails.
Stifling a giggle, she did it again, prompting Caesario to twist away and grip her in front of him in what looked to be a loving hold, but he’d caged her arms to keep her from tickling him anymore.
The position, however, introduced new possibilities.
Especially with the hard ridge currently pressed in the cleft of her ass. She managed a wriggle of her hips before Caesario tightened his grip on her and leaned in to growl. “Play nice.”
She wriggled again. “Or what?”
He nipped her earlobe as he ground himself against her. “Or I won’t either.”
Elodie’s knees trembled as she leaned against him for support. Perhaps it hadn’t been the best idea when she was trying to make a good impression on everyone. Especially Ana. She could imagine Caesario throwing all niceties aside and dragging her off. A prospect that sounded far too good.
Composing herself, Elodie straightened, slightly apprehensive of meeting anyone else’s eye knowing they’d all been watching them avidly. When she finally mustered the courage, she lifted her gaze and unfortunately met sparks in the redhead’s eyes. With final glare and a huff, at what probably looked to her to be a random spell of PDA, the redhead turned and flounced away.
A soft chuckle came from the man behind Elodie before slipping back into conversation. She had no idea whether it was connected to the redhead stomping off or something said since Elodie couldn’t hear a thing. Not with Caesario pressed up against her, his deliciously warm breath on her ear and neck whenever he leaned close to speak to her.
Movement from across the room drew her attention, and she caught a glimpse of Ana talking to a woman not too far away. As if she sensed Elodie’s attention on her, she looked up, took one look at them, then gave her a sly wink.
What must she think of her, letting Caesario hold her like he had every right to? But try as she might, she couldn’t put any space between them. Eventually, it became a choice between making a fuss or relaxing against him. She chose the latter, seeking the path of least resistance and the most pleasure.
He linked his arms in front of her as he leaned down to whisper, “Hungry?”
Starving, actually, now that she thought about it. With all the craziness of the day she hadn’t had time or even thought to eat. “I could go for a bite.”
Excusing them from the group, Caesario led the way through to where a decadent buffet lay spread over a huge table. Everything imaginable, from savory to sweet, was available and artfully displayed. It was almost a shame to disturb the work that had obviously gone into it. But her mouth had already begun to water, and Elodie could only be thankful that her stomach wasn’t betraying just how long it’d been since she’d had her last meal.
Elodie let her gaze wander over the delicacies. Where to start?
“You must try this.” Caesario picked up a tiny, beautifully decorated cake. A sacrilege to eat, surely. He held it out for her to taste. Elodie hesitated, aware they were far from alone, but relented. One bite had her stifling a groan of delight as the delicate flavors blended on her tongue.
He grinned. “Heavenly, isn’t it?” His attention dropped to her lips as his eyebrows lowered in consideration. “But I need…” In a deft move, he smeared some of the icing on her lips and swooped in to taste it with a kiss.
It wasn’t a brief brushing of lips either. They caught fire the moment their mouths touched. Caesario licked the sugary confection away with a swipe of his tongue before delving between her lips. The combination of his unique taste together with the icing made her head swim.
Caesario didn’t just kiss; he demanded. He took. He conquered.
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