THREE Off-Limits Billionaires in ONE sizzling box set.

Faking It With My Ex's Brother

Rule #1: Don’t forget anything at your ex’s place.

Rule #2: Don’t pick up your ex’s key from his insanely hot brother’s house.

Rule #3: Don’t DO his brother!

I’ve done the unthinkable: I slept with my ex’s filthy, rich, arrogant brother.

I need to stay away.

But his hand wrapped in my hair as I looked back at him lingers in my thoughts.

He didn’t make it easy when he showed up at my door with a wild plan

to keep his ex away,

And a fat check!

Ok, it’s just a simple business deal, nothing more!

Wrong!

Now, we’re both caught in the middle of drama;

And must face the chaos together.

My ex is going to blow his top when he finds out his brother, and I have been going at it like jackrabbits from dusk to dawn.

Faking It With My Bosshole

Damn universe led me to my grumpy boss's hard length.

Now I'm stuck in a fake marriage with his baby in my belly.

I took a job to help me clear my debt.

Crap!

The rude, sexy Silverfox I told off at the cafe—is my new boss!

I got this, I can stay professional.

But those deep blue eyes, muscular arms straining against his Dr.'s coat,

and that impressive bulge in his slacks made it tough.

He knew it and made a power move by announcing,

"We were married!"

I help him secure a deal, and he clears my debt.

Only business.

Yeah right!

Nothing professional about having my panties around my ankles while

my boss pounds the life out of me.

The way he ravaged me in bed and the way I squirmed every time he tasted me.

I’m addicted to his flesh as he dominates my mind and body.

Everything was going our way until his psycho ex popped up and threatened to

blow our cover.

If he goes down, I go down.

I should've known better than to play wifey with a powerful billionaire CEO,

especially when I haven't told him about the two pink lines.

Faking It With My Best Friend's Daddy

I woke up next to a billionaire after a sizzling one-night stand.

I didn’t know he was my best friend’s father.

After doing the walk of shame, I realized I was on a blind date with the wrong guy.

Who the hell was that smoking-hot billionaire that screwed my brains out?

But there’s no time to think; I gotta rush to work.

But when I got there, I was fired.

Turns out, the client who filed the complaint is none other than Mr. Speak in Tongues.

Then he has the nerve to offer me an audacious proposal—fake marriage for cash.

Screw it! I have nothing to lose.

I make him look good, and he helps me financially. Easy peasy.

Wrong. He dominated me, and I couldn’t resist his flesh,

especially when his entire length stands tall before me.

I just know my friend is going to murder me when she finds out I’m playing cowgirl with her daddy.