Year of the Billionaire Boxed Set
K.C. Falls
Erotic New Adult Romance
**New Box Set Release--Year of the
Billionaire Trilogy--Limited time offer. Buy a bundle to save a bundle.**
Knowing His Secret, Taking His Risk
and Keeping His Promise are all wrapped into one steamy adventure and available
now at great savings!
Knowing His Secret--the scorching
beginning to Raina and Tristan's affair.
He looked like the kind of man even
my mother would call smokin' hot. Eventually, she did. He felt like the kind of
man who didn't just break the rules, but made new ones. He led and it was
follow or get out of the way.
Why did a billionaire with a voice
like liquid silk and a face like a bad angel take a second look at a girl in
no-name jeans, with a fifteen-dollar
haircut and a beat up car she calls her "Eep" because the 'J' fell
off long ago?
I didn't want to know why and when I
thought I knew I didn't want to admit it. By the time I found his secret, it
was already too late. His passion had me hooked like a drug. It didn't hurt
that he pulled the people I love the most out of harm's way. A girl can get
used to a knight in shining armor even when the armor has some very large dents
in it.
Taking His Risk--the second
installment, full of suspense and surprises.
I was hurtling across the ocean, a
mile high, destination unknown. I'd brought a passport and nothing else. He
seemed determined to make everything in my life brand new. He revealed me,
peeling back layer after layer until all that was left was my raw intimate
core. Yet, I hardly knew him.
Crazy is a pretty good word for the
kind of uncertainty that comes with a man like Tristan King. I never knew what
the day would bring, but I began to expect surprises. That was the biggest problem.
Managing my expectations with a man who'd told me I couldn't have any.
For a regular girl, falling for a man
like him was taking a very big chance. Was it really possible to love one day
at a time?
Keeping His Promise--the soulful and
satisfying conclusion to a journey of discovery, danger and delight.
Just carrying a million dollars
around is exhausting. Paying my mother's ransom was a relief but I had too much
time to think about Tristan on that ferry ride.
He was more than I had dared hope for and less than I deserved.
I underestimated his power and didn't
give him nearly enough credit for determination. He had me on his jet again,
flying high and wanting him. Consequences be damned.
Who could be prepared for what he had
to say? I wasn't going to hold him to the promise he intended to keep. When he
opened the heavy door to his heart we both knew it would change what we had.
Trouble is, I still didn't have a word for what it is we had.
Our bodies tended to do all the
talking. Sometimes, it seemed to me there wasn't much left to say.
Excerpt: (from part
one—Knowing His Secret)
"Do
you do that often? Run around naked?" I couldn't help it. He leapt into my
imagination--all golden skin and hair against a background of forest that
matched his eyes.
"As
much as I can," he grinned devilishly at me and caught me blushing, again.
"What can I fix you to drink?"
"Whatever
you're having's fine."
He
cocked an eyebrow at me and began mixing away while I vainly tried to push the
image of his nakedness to the back of my mind. He brought me a glass and sat
beside me on the sofa. He sat close enough so that his knee was touching my
thigh as he turned to clink glasses with me.
"To
the play!"
"Break
a leg," I answered. I took a nice healthy swig of the pale green drink
Tristan had made for us. I nearly choked. It was very tart and very, very
strong. "What the hell is
this?" I finally managed to gasp out.
He
threw his head back and laughed. "It's a Kamikaze. Vodka, triple sec and a
little Rose's lime juice. You don't have to drink it."
"No,
that's okay . . . it's growing on me," I told him as I took another
swallow. The warmth from his knee against me and the spreading heat from the
alcohol were about to make the idea of pride go up in smoke. He took his finger
and ran it around my jaw line up to my ear where he traced the outline
delicately and tapped my simple hoop earring so that it swayed in the lobe. I
pulled my breath in deeply.
"You're certainly growing on me
. . ." The suggestive line belonged in a script. I tried to think of a
snappy retort and came up empty. He was intoxicating in spite of the
predictable moves. There wasn't anything inherently wrong with being rich, handsome and full of yourself, I
rationalized. But, if I went for it, I'd have some long awkward weeks ahead of
me until the play ran its course. That, and I'd have the rest of the cast, plus
those catty bitches to deal with. I'd have 'used' tattooed on my forehead. The
men would pity me and the girls would laugh at me.
Author bio:
Her small Montana ranch is home to a menagerie of
animals including that special human
male she shamelessly uses for inspiration. Her tales are sharp-edged stories
with strong sexy heroes and the women they can't resist.
K.C.’s
homestead is in the southeastern corner of Montana where her great grandmother
once lived with her Native American tribe, the Cheyenne. The ‘C’ in ‘K.C.’
stands for that tribe’s name. Once or twice a year, she hires a 'ranch sitter'
and takes an urban vacation somewhere hitting all the restaurants, plays,
museums and musical performances she can squeeze in. Then it's back to the wide
open.
K.C.
finds time to feed the chickens, study Native Americana and cook incredible
food because there isn't a restaurant around for many miles. She writes in
between bites.
Author Links
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