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His Forever Serial Books 1-3
by
Lena Bourne
Feb 20th-
Feb 27th
His Whims
(His Forever, Book 1)
(A Billionaire Alpha
Romance Serial)
Introducing HIS WHIMS - book one of a hot and steamy new
billionaire alpha romance serial HIS FOREVER by Lena Bourne!
Twenty-six-year-old journalist Nicole has struggled to get her dream job at one of the world's leading newspapers, and she's determined to keep it. But when the attractive, newly made billionaire banker Mark Cross suddenly reappears in her life, all that is threatened. He wants to claim her, body and soul, and Nicole has never wanted to submit more, yet to do so endangers everything she's achieved.
Mark isn't someone who takes no for an answer. He's worked hard to become one of the most successful and richest players in town. Now he wants Nicole. Because he has loved her from afar for many years. And he won't rest until she is his. Forever.
*A steamy and suspenseful alpha billionaire romance, perfect for fans of books by J.S. Scott, Cassie Cross, and Hannah Ford.*
Suitable for readers 18 years of age and older.
Special introductory price: 99 cents!
Read for FREE with a Kindle Unlimited subscription.
Twenty-six-year-old journalist Nicole has struggled to get her dream job at one of the world's leading newspapers, and she's determined to keep it. But when the attractive, newly made billionaire banker Mark Cross suddenly reappears in her life, all that is threatened. He wants to claim her, body and soul, and Nicole has never wanted to submit more, yet to do so endangers everything she's achieved.
Mark isn't someone who takes no for an answer. He's worked hard to become one of the most successful and richest players in town. Now he wants Nicole. Because he has loved her from afar for many years. And he won't rest until she is his. Forever.
*A steamy and suspenseful alpha billionaire romance, perfect for fans of books by J.S. Scott, Cassie Cross, and Hannah Ford.*
Suitable for readers 18 years of age and older.
Special introductory price: 99 cents!
Read for FREE with a Kindle Unlimited subscription.
To read the PREQUEL to this story, download Christmas
Surprise by Lena Bourne for FREE.
Excerpt:
HIS WHIMS (His Forever, Book One)
Nicole
I’ve
been back in the city for a week, and memories of Christmas break are beginning
to fade, or more like merge with all the other holiday memories. Even Mark
barging back into my life out of nowhere is starting to seem like something
that happened a while ago. Or only in my dreams.
No,
that’s a lie.
He’s
still my first thought when I wake up and the last before I fall asleep.
Because the sex we had was mind-blowing. I’ve never had better. And the
feelings his kisses woke inside me won’t go away no matter how much I try to
ignore them. It’s like he’s always there, in the back of my mind. Watching me.
Sometimes I even find myself talking to him. It’s unnerving.
Especially,
since he hasn’t been returning my calls.
He
lit out of town while I was getting changed at my parents place on Christmas
Day.
Left
me a note nailed to the wooden door of his father’s cottage, with his phone
number and a vague excuse of having urgent business to take care of.
A
phone number that might not even be his, since I called a million times and
must’ve left about half as many voicemails.
Desperate.
That’s how I was coming across, but it’s stopping right now. This very morning.
My
apartment is cold, and the sky outside looks dreary, grey and overcast, like
it’s evening instead of morning. It snowed during the night, and will likely
again any minute.
I
love the beginning of winter; I don’t much care for the rest of it though.
My
phone rings while I’m shivering in the kitchen, waiting for my coffee to brew.
It’s my editor, and since it’s barely past six AM, I wonder if he even left the
office last night.
“Nicole,
are you ready?” he asks as I pick up.
I
nod my assent and roll my eyes, before I realize he can’t see me, and reply
with, “Yes.”
“I
don’t have to tell you how important this interview is. Don’t be late. We might
not get a second chance,” he says, not even pausing for breath. “Are you
prepared?”
“I
am, Sam, don’t worry.” It’s the truth too. I was up until three AM prepping for
it. Because in a couple of hours, I’ll be having brunch with Milton Harrison,
the head of Harrison and Associates Bank. He hasn’t granted an interview in
over twenty years.
“Just
don’t be late. And wear something nice.”
He
hangs up before I can reply, which is probably for the best. Sam has been
stressing over this interview for the last three weeks, questioning my
readiness the whole time, and it’s seriously starting to get on my nerves.
I
spend the next hour or so picking out an outfit that’s womanly yet professional
at the same time. Milton Harrison is old school. He likes his women classy and
feminine. No one quite gets why he even agreed to let me interview him. Least
of all me. I’m a young professional woman, with a reputation as a real
go-getter, and I don’t think I can actually pull off feminine. I completely
forgot how to be that in the last few years while I toiled and struggled to get
this position at the Wall Street Journal as one of the staff writers. It’s
still very much a man’s world down on Wall Street, and I’ve adapted well. And
apart from my curvy shape, I was never very feminine to begin with.
It’s
times like these I wish I still had a roommate, so I could get some feedback on
outfits. The rest of the time I prefer living alone.
In
the end, I opt for a black pencil skirt, a silk blouse and a blazer. I’ll have
to wear stilettos to make the outfit work, and I’m dreading the snow. But this
outfit is the most feminine slash professional thing I own. I really should do
some shopping one of these days.
After
a quick shower, I’m ready.
I
arrive at the chic restaurant where the interview will take place almost a half
an hour early. Punctuality’s never been my thing, I’m always early.
The
waiter seats me, and I order a coffee while I wait. It arrives in a beautiful,
ornate pot, with a matching gold-rimmed cup and saucer, and I’m afraid I’ll
break both if I touch anything.
The
room is about half full of men in expensive business suits. I recognize some,
but not well enough to say hello. I bring out my tablet and notes, then sit
back and watch.
The
restaurant is gorgeous, and the chair I’m sitting in is possibly the most
comfortable one I’ve ever sat on. It’s plush, done up in cream velvet with
small flowers worked into the fabric. The table I’m sitting at has a marble top
and golden legs that look like lion’s paws. In fact, the whole space looks like
some ballroom in a European castle.
Most
of the bankers and businessmen are there for meetings, though a few are having
brunch with girlfriends. These women all look like models, though if we’re
being honest, they’re most likely escorts. I look out of place in my business
attire, and a mass of loose, dark brown hair and probably weigh more than any
two of them combined.
I’m
still idly taking in my surroundings, when the whole room seems to do a
three-sixty. Mark is sitting with a group at one of the window tables. The
other men are talking, but Mark’s bright blue eyes are fixed on me, boring into
me like he can see right into my soul. All the butterflies in my stomach are
back in a flash and I forget I’m supposed to be mad at him. I just want him to
come over here so we can finish what we started on Christmas Eve.
But
no.
I’m
mad at him. He abandoned me for the second time when he left this time, and it
won’t happen again.
A
man clears his throat beside me. “Good Morning. Are you Nicole West?”
I
break eye contact with Mark, acting like I didn’t even recognize him, and stare
up at Milton Harrison, extending my hand.
“I
am. Thank you for meeting me here today.”
We
shake hands and he sits down. I can still feel Mark’s gaze on me like heat
coming off a fireplace, but I ignore him completely as I focus on the task at
hand.
Only
that’s very hard now that Mark’s watching me. A fog is rising in my mind, and
all I’m really thinking of is Mark’s chiseled abs, his bulging biceps, his
tattooed chest and arms, as I knelt in front of him and…
Focus, Nicole.
I
fire off the first of my questions. Once the conversation gets going, I manage
to chase Mark from the forefront of my mind. But he’s still there in the back.
Watching. Listening.
I
live for these interviews. They’re my chance to make a difference in the world,
and I soon have Milton struggling to find the right answers. With the way he’s
diplomatically avoiding my more pointed questions, I might not get much out of
him.
“You
are one tough girl, aren’t you?” he finally snaps once I start seriously
grilling him.
I
smile flirtatiously, though inside I’m seething. Girl? I’ll show him girl. But
I shouldn’t make him mad, else I might never get another interview with anyone.
“I’m
sorry, Mr. Harrison. Sometimes I get a little carried away. You know how it is.
I just want to do my best.”
He
chuckles at my obvious discomfort, which is only slightly faked. I’m getting
afraid he’ll cut this interview short.
“Sure,
sure, I understand. You wish to make a name for yourself,” he says, something
more fatherly crossing his face. “But I will not comment on the Martinez
affair.”
Hell,
there goes the whole article. Harrison’s involvement with one of the biggest
Mexican drug cartels is the main reason I sought this interview.
“Consider
it a chance to tell your side of the story,” I suggest, surprised I have to. I
thought this was exactly why he was meeting me at all. “The story will get out
one way or another.”
He
pales at my thinly veiled threat, his whole face tightening. “There is no
involvement. We cut all ties as soon as we learned where the money was coming
from.”
That’s
a lie. Martinez and his dirty money were behind many of the projects backed by
Harrison until someone leaked the information. My sources say it still is, even
though Harrison and his bank are now claiming they’ve cut all ties.
“So
the Imperial project is not going ahead then?” I ask.
The
look Harrison gives me now is pure venom. In a moment he’ll tell me to go to
hell with my questions and walk out.
“Good
Morning, Milton,” a very familiar voice says to my left. “Long time.”
“Ah,
Mark,” Harrison says, clearing his throat. “Are you finally established in the
city?”
They
shake hands, though Mark’s gaze lingers on me. Or, more accurately, on my
cleavage.
They’re
speaking, but I’m ignoring him so completely the words don’t even register. I
can almost feel the air crackling from his annoyance at this. But he ignored
all my calls, so I have nothing to say to him anymore.
“And
how are you, Nicole?” he asks, and it takes my mind a few seconds to decipher
the words.
“Have
we met?” I shoot back, my own anger crackling now. He’s seriously gonna pretend
he’s not been dodging my calls? Well, we’ll see about that.
His
cocky grin is replaced by a look of dumb confusion. Serves him right.
“If
you’ll excuse me,” I say and stand up. “I have to go freshen up.”
My
legs are jelly over what just happened, so I don’t know how I get to the
bathroom without falling. For the whole way, I can feel Mark’s gaze on me,
piercing me like a thousand daggers.
But
I’m done pining over him. Or wishing we could ever share something more than a
troubled past.
~
The
bathroom is huge, bigger than my whole apartment, and it’s stifling hot inside.
Though maybe I only feel like that because I just saw Mark, the man I’ve been
lusting over for the last three weeks. And I ignored him. Pretended I didn’t
know him. What was I thinking?
I’m
about to splash some cold water over my face, but remember my elaborate makeup
just in time.
When
I straighten up from bending over the sink, Mark’s standing right behind me,
his eyes piercing me through the mirror.
“Didn’t
recognize me back there, huh?” he growls more than says, and it’s enough to
make my panties wet. Or maybe that’s because he’s leaning against me, his hard
cock pressed into my back. Even though I’m wearing stilettos, he towers over
me.
I’m
blushing a hot pink, my mind trying to come up with a snappy comeback, but
failing. Of course I recognize him. I never want to not recognize him again.
He
hugs me from behind and slides his hand down behind my blouse. My nipples
instantly harden. I yelp as he pinches my right one painfully. “Maybe this
reminds you?”
His
other hand slides over my ass, squeezing hard.
“No,
Mark,” I manage. “Someone will see.”
But
my voice is sultry, and my whole body is vibrating in anticipation. I want him
so bad I might explode. But this is so improper. So dirty. Yet so exciting.
He
slides my skirt up over my hips, as he kisses my neck, biting down just right,
eliciting another sigh.
“I
thought you were mine,” he whispers, as he slides down my tights.
It’s
such a gentle movement, abruptly cut short as he rips off my panties, the
elastic digging into my flesh painfully before it finally snaps. I yelp again,
trying to turn and stop what he’s doing. But he has me pinned against the sink,
holding me tight.
“Not
here,” I manage, and it’s something between a plea and an invitation.
“Why
not?” he asks. I hear his zipper open.
“Someone
will come in,” I whisper, though I’m not sure I care any longer.
He
spreads my legs further apart with his knee. “Let them. Then everyone will know
you’re mine.”
***
His
Needs
(His
Forever, Book Two)
(A
Billionaire Alpha Romance Serial)
Now Available! HIS NEEDS – the sequel to HIS WHIMS and the
second book in the hot and steamy new billionaire alpha romance serial HIS
FOREVER by Lena Bourne!
Twenty-six-year-old journalist Nicole has struggled to get her dream job at one of the world’s leading newspapers, and she’s determined to keep it. But when the attractive, newly made billionaire banker Mark Cross suddenly reappears in her life, all that is threatened. He wants to claim her, body and soul, and Nicole has never wanted to submit more, yet to do so endangers everything she’s achieved.
Mark isn’t someone who takes no for an answer. He’s worked hard to become one of the most successful and richest players in town. Now he wants Nicole. Because he has loved her from afar for many years. And he won’t rest until she is his. Forever.
*A steamy and suspenseful alpha billionaire romance, perfect for fans of books by J.S. Scott, Cassie Cross, and Hannah Ford.*
Suitable for readers 18 years of age and older.
Twenty-six-year-old journalist Nicole has struggled to get her dream job at one of the world’s leading newspapers, and she’s determined to keep it. But when the attractive, newly made billionaire banker Mark Cross suddenly reappears in her life, all that is threatened. He wants to claim her, body and soul, and Nicole has never wanted to submit more, yet to do so endangers everything she’s achieved.
Mark isn’t someone who takes no for an answer. He’s worked hard to become one of the most successful and richest players in town. Now he wants Nicole. Because he has loved her from afar for many years. And he won’t rest until she is his. Forever.
*A steamy and suspenseful alpha billionaire romance, perfect for fans of books by J.S. Scott, Cassie Cross, and Hannah Ford.*
Suitable for readers 18 years of age and older.
His
Fears
(His
Forever, Book Three)
(A
Billionaire Alpha Serial Romance)
Twenty-six-year-old journalist Nicole has
struggled to get her dream job at one of the world’s leading newspapers, and
she’s determined to keep it. But when the attractive, newly made billionaire
banker Mark Cross suddenly reappears in her life, all that is threatened. He
wants to claim her, body and soul, and Nicole has never wanted to submit more,
yet to do so endangers everything she’s achieved.
Mark isn’t someone who takes no for an answer. He’s worked hard to become one of the most successful and richest players in town. Now he wants Nicole. Because he has loved her from afar for many years. And he won’t rest until she is his. Forever.
*A steamy and suspenseful alpha billionaire romance, perfect for fans of books by J.S. Scott, Cassie Cross, and Hannah Ford.*
Suitable for readers 18 years of age and older.
Mark isn’t someone who takes no for an answer. He’s worked hard to become one of the most successful and richest players in town. Now he wants Nicole. Because he has loved her from afar for many years. And he won’t rest until she is his. Forever.
*A steamy and suspenseful alpha billionaire romance, perfect for fans of books by J.S. Scott, Cassie Cross, and Hannah Ford.*
Suitable for readers 18 years of age and older.
Lena Bourne writes stories about independent and smart women who mean everything to the strong men they love. If you’re looking for deep emotions, hot bedroom scenes, and some suspense thrown in, look no further than her books.
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