HER FAVORITE BILLIONAIRE: A Super-Sexy, Bad Girl Heroine, Billionaire Hero RomCom!
About HER FAVORITE BILLIONAIRE: A Super-Sexy, Bad Girl Heroine, Billionaire Hero RomCom!
Hot? Check! Sexy?
Check! Rich as sin? Check!
Out of her league? Check! Have an affair with him anyway?
Without a Doubt! Bad girl Viv Callahan is used to dealing with annoyingly persistent men. But after one goes too far and costs her her job with a professional hockey team, she's angry and ready to let loose.
So when she runs into a mouthwateringly sexy man, she decides to indulge in a steamy fling. But Damien Black is not just a sexy man, he's the billionaire owner of a chain of hotels. He is also the brand new owner of a hockey team...
the team Viv worked for! He might not have been involved with getting her fired, but he knows he has to make things right. Neither of them is ready for anything serious but as their sensual interludes grow more and more erotic, they realize their emotions are getting involved too.
But how can a blue collar bad girl and a powerful billionaire ever make things work outside the bedroom? *This book was previously titled Insatiable and was the 2015 winner of the RT Award for Best Harlequin Blaze****As if she sensed he was about to argue, Viv tossed her hair, lifted her chin and managed a real smile. He suspected she was trying to downplay her sadness and humiliation as she said, “I must say, though, I’m not happy my good behavior went to waste.
I was so nice, so plain and sweet while trying to get those guys to lose interest.” Plain she could never be. He doubted sweet was used to describe her very often, either.
No, she was spicy. “The deck was stacked against you because of that bet. You could have come in to work literally wearing a nun’s habit and it wouldn’t have changed a thing.”
“I understand that now. But I gave it my best shot, believe me. Though, I didn’t think of the habit angle, and I should have, given my Catholic-school upbringing.”
Something else they had in common. “Nuns are terrifying.” “No kidding.
My second-grade teacher, Sister Margaret, wouldn’t have recognized me over the past several weeks, I was so demure. If she had, she’d probably have fallen over dead of shock that her predictions of my future wickedness hadn’t come true.” He sipped again, wondering just how wicked this woman could be.
“Future wickedness, huh? Did she believe you were destined for damnation?” “Or prison.”
He chuckled. “You think I’m kidding? Yeesh, let a nun catch you in a coat closet with two boys, playing my-underwear-are-better-than-yours, and she’s pegged you as a bad girl for life.”
“Were they? She cocked her head. “Were who what?”
“Were yours better than theirs?” Snorting and rolling her eyes, she said, “Well, duh. Angry Beavers beats Darkwing Duck or Animaniacs any day.”
He had just taken another sip of his drink but her response made him swallow the wrong way, and he had to cough into his fist, half laughing, half groaning. When he could speak again, he asked, “Your parents let their seven-year-old daughter wear Angry Beavers panties?” “Caught that, didja?”
she replied with a snicker. “They worked a lot, raising six kids, five of them strapping, athletic, eating-them-out-of-house-and-home boys.” Ouch.
Five brothers. He wondered where she fell in the Callahan family lineup. She continued.
“Because of my parents’ work schedules, my oldest brother had to take me back-to-school shopping that year. He didn’t want to be caught by any of his high school friends in the little girl’s department at the mall, so I had free rein when it came to choosing panties. Heh.
But hey, better than Ren and Stimpy, right?” “I don’t know, ‘happy-happy, joy-joy’ seems like a good underwear motto.” “Speaking from experience?”
“I don’t think they make Ren and Stimpy drawers in my size.” “Bummer. That would be a wicked-good theme song to have in your pants at all times.”