Title: Happily Ever Alpha
Genre: Alpha Romance
Release Date: February 13, 2017
20 Billionaires. 20 Sizzling Ways to Fall in Love
20 Billionaires. 20 Sizzling Ways to Fall in Love. Whether your fantasy is a prince or a self-made man, this set has all the hard-bodied, Alpha billionaires you can handle. Let our award-winning, best-selling authors take you on a trip filled with exotic locales, dizzying privilege and heart-warming happily ever after.
Victoria Pinder – Secret Crush: The House of Morgan
Jina Bacarr – Come Fly With Me
Opal Carew – Played by the Master
Eileen Cruz Coleman – Something Like This: A Secrets Novel, Book One
Margo Bond Collins – The Billionaire Cowboy’s Speech: A Necessity, Texas Novella
Rossie Cortes – Risking it All
Tara Crescent – His Fill-In Fiancée
Michele Dewinton – Valentine’s Vengeance
Blaire Edens – Dram Good Love
Nicole Garcia – Noelle’s Wish
Erin Hayes – The Royal Trade: A Billionaire Prince Romance
Courtney Hunt – A Teacher for the Billionaire
Mary Hughes – Falling for the Billionaire
Sydney Logan – Songbird
Alix Nichols – Winter’s Gift
Tierney O’Malley – To Trust a Wicked Billionaire
Peter Presley – Nothing But Trouble: An Alpha Billionaire Romance
Mandy Rosko – Arrangement With a Billionaire
Cristiane Serruya – So Much More
Debbie White – Finding Mrs. Right
Victoria Pinder – Secret Crush: The House of Morgan
"I assumed he was taking over. Did you want that job?"
John's entire body jumped as if she'd slapped him. "Hell no."
She gulped her sip fast. She kept saying the wrong thing. Inside his blue eyes was a kaleidoscope of emotion. Alice remembered that he used to be kind. She rubbed her lips together. "Then who cares?"
He drank his wine and scanned the room. After making the rounds with his gaze, he took in her entire figure with an intensity that made her knees weak. "What is it you do, Alice?"
"Collins Organic Farm." She brushed her brown bob behind her ear. "I work for my family. What is it you do?"
Again, his blue eyes flashed as if lightning was in his stare. She watched him, hypnotized. "I work in real estate."
"Liar." She tilted her head. He definitely didn't work in real estate. She crossed her arm around her chest. Without another word, she waited for the fallout of her remark.
His eyebrows quirked in shock. Then his dimples appeared. "What do you think I do?"
She met his smile with her own. "Professional bad boy and poker player. It's what I always thought."
Jina Bacarr – Come Fly With Me
Why spend New Year's alone when you can fly first class with a sexy billionaire?
Opal Carew – Played by the Master
A story of Domination and submission, where breaking the rules of the game is where the fun begins, when Jacqueline crashes a billionaire's exclusive poker game in order to seduce him into granting a favor to save her sister, but instead finds herself Played by the Master.
Eileen Cruz Coleman – Something Like This: A Secrets Novel, Book One
Devastatingly handsome & rich Reece Carter's mission is to win Jadie's heart. Will she surrender herself to him or push him away?
Margo Bond Collins – The Billionaire Cowboy’s Speech: A Necessity, Texas Novella
What had possessed her to strip her shirt off?
He was about to suggest we quit.
And she didn't want that.
In fact, she realized, if I don't quit now, I'm not going to stop at all.
Suddenly, Leta didn't care.
Tor's gaze raked across her, snagging on her mouth for an instant before he dragged it up to meet her own wide-eyed stare. Everywhere his look had touched burned, as if his eyes had trailed fire across her skin.
His gray eyes turned smoky, darkening even more with desire as she watched, pinned in place by the heat he exuded.
The shy, diffident ranch hand was gone. In his place was a tall, muscular cowboy ready to take what he wanted.
And apparently what he wanted at the moment was Leta. As he held her gaze with his, he held out one hand, lightly closed, and ran his knuckles, slightly roughened from working outside, down the side of her face. The feel of his skin rasping against her sent shivers rolling up and down her back.
Tara Crescent – His Fill-In Fiancée
Cameron needs a fake fiancee. Enter ex-girlfriend Maddie. Then the past catches up.
Michele Dewinton – Valentine’s Vengeance
“Don’t like flying much?”
“When we’re up in the air it’s okay. I just don’t like the takeoff, or landing, or the bumps on the way.” The plane staggered through another rough patch and at a particularly large bump she let out a little squeal.
“We’ll be there before you know it. Should I distract you?” he asked.
She nodded grimly.
Looking around he spotted a man in a black suit, his sunglasses still on and behind him a guy with a baseball hat pulled down way too far over his eyes. “So Mr Baseball Cap over there is a major celebrity from somewhere overseas. Big time TV star, one of those Scottish highland heroes who are so hot right now.”
That got her attention, she looked where he nodded and a small smile finally tugged at her lips.
“Only thing is he doesn’t realize that his show isn’t on cable here yet so no one knows who he is. He’s hiding, but it’s only making him look like Idiot McIdiotface.”
The snort was undignified, but he relished hearing it. It was something he’d always liked about Cara, she was quick to laugh, to find joy in things.
“The guy behind him, he’s in another league. Was security for the Russian mafia for years, now he’s undercover with the CIA.”
Cara sat forward and gave him a little grin. “Not very good undercover,” she whispered. “He sticks out like a stripper at an Amish wedding.”
It was his turn to snort and the people across the aisle gave them a look.
Composing his face, he lent in to whisper in her ear. “He’s a double agent. CIA operative, posing as Russian bodyguard, but secretly still working for Russia, and having an affair with the wife of a high level Texan congressman.”
Blaire Edens – Dram Good Love
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I was, uh. . .”
“Staring at me? Wondering what it would feel like to kiss me?”
He’d wondered if she felt the attraction, too. Over the past few weeks, he’d thought she was flirting but he’d told himself he was imagining it. “Maybe.”
“Why don’t you try it?”
He was used to being the direct one. Most of the women he dated were too busy playing coy to ever tell him what they really wanted. “You might like it.”
“That would be a shame. I was getting used to thinking you were nothing but an ordinary millionaire.”
Roderick shook his head. “I’m anything but ordinary.” He leaned closer, inhaling the sweet, floral scent of her perfume. He toyed with one stray curl, wrapping his index finger inside the ringlet. “No one has ever accused me of that.”
He pressed his lips to hers, softly at first, and kissed her softly. She tasted like the sweet heat of the single malt. She grabbed the front of his sweatshirt and pulled him closer. He slid his tongue into her mouth and the heat cycling between them went from smoldering to nuclear. Her tongue lashed against his and every cell in his body reacted.
Nicole Garcia – Noelle’s Wish
What happens when a sexy billionaire meets his match in his feisty new assistant? Chaos, nothing but beautiful chaos.
Erin Hayes – The Royal Trade: A Billionaire Prince Romance
She fell for the wrong prince.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you doing this? All for your brother’s ex-fiancée?”
I stare at her, aghast. “Isn’t it obvious?”
She falters, as if she’s unsure of what to say next. I know because I’m the same way. “Tell me.”
The command comes out as a whisper.
I comb a hand through my hair. How the fuck do you put feelings, pent-up for the past four years, into a simple explanation?
“I…care you about Cara. My brother always had everything; the crown, the media attention. The expectations. Fuck that. I never wanted any of that. But you… you were the one thing he had that I wanted. And now that you’re not his…”
“So, that’s it?” she asks, hurt edging into her voice. “I’m just a possession to both him and you?”
“No, that’s not what I mean. Dammit, Cara, I—”
Words fail me. Hell, the whole universe fails me at this moment. So I do the only that comes to mind.
In one fluid movement, I force the door open further, grab her shoulders, and capture her lips with mine.
Courtney Hunt – A Teacher for the Billionaire
One sexy single dad billionaire plus one beautiful kindergarten teacher equals one scorching summer fling.
Mary Hughes – Falling for the Billionaire
Zan was considering his approach to the twins when Vicky’s sister Ronnie moved off toward the restrooms, Vicky waving goodbye.
Heading straight for Vicky, he called, “Ronnie, wait,” with no volume at all.
He stopped—coincidentally right next to Vicky—and frowned, putting his hands on his hips, as if in consternation. “Darn. Missed her.”
Then he turned to Vicky. Smiled expectantly at her. “Hi.”
“Hi.” A delicious pink blush rode her cheeks.
He found he wanted to kiss that pink skin. “I’m Zan Sinclair. You’re Vicky Brooks? I’m acquainted with your sister.”
“I know.” Her voice was breathy, oh-so-sexy. “She said.”
Her lips were a perfect natural rose. He wondered if they’d be petal soft if he kissed them….
“I’ll go get her for you!” Vicky scooted off.
Lost in her lips, he was totally unprepared for her flight. He stood there in surprise. He was wondering what he should do now when she trotted back with her sister in tow.
Ronnie didn’t look happy until she caught sight of him. Then her whole face changed, and she hove out in front of her twin like a barge.
And Vicky…stopped. She began to turn. He clenched fists. She was going to run away again. He had only seconds to act or lose her.
He covered the distance in two strides, catching Ronnie by the upper arm with one hand and Vicky by the shoulder with the other.
Vicky’s slight body was warm and soft under his fingers. A distracting surge of sheer need flooded his system. She looked up into his face, her eyes big and blue.
Her pouty pink lips trembled.
His whole body hardened, instantly ready. He almost ignored the people milling around them to yank her to him, to feel her heart flutter against him, to embrace her, to kiss her…
Sydney Logan – Songbird
Sitting down on the bench, I let my fingers drift aimlessly along the keys. I switch on the microphone and start to play the opening bars of my favorite Fleetwood Mac song.
Closing my eyes, I play and sing, allowing the music to soothe my troubled mind. I’m at the final chorus when I feel someone’s eyes on me. It’s the most incredible sensation—instinct alerting me to the penetrating stare of some stranger in the dimly lit bar.
I slowly open my eyes, and my fingers slip off the keys when I see him.
He’s seated at a table just a few feet away. His tie is undone, as are the first couple buttons of his shirt. He gazes at me, and I watch as his finger lazily trails along the rim of his glass while I struggle to remember the words to a song I’ve loved all my life.
The man rises from the seat, his eyes never leaving mine as he picks up his glass and walks over to the piano. I break the spell, forcing myself to look down and focus on the keys. Without asking permission, he sits down on the bench next to me. I take a deep breath and pray for instinct to take over as I finish the song.
After I play the last note, silence hangs in the air between us until he lifts his hand and brushes my hair away from my shoulders.
“Play something else,” he says, his voice deep and smooth against my ear.
I sing, paying no real attention to the words as we stare at each other throughout the song. I have no idea how long we sit there, but it’s apparently too long for the bartender because he announces last call.
The handsome stranger stands up and reaches for me.
“Come with me, Songbird.”
The look in his eye is unmistakable, filling me with a sense of longing and excitement that I haven’t felt in so very long. I know I’m too tired, too lonely, and probably a little too tipsy to accept this man's outstretched hand.
I do it anyway.
Alix Nichols – Winter’s Gift
I hold out my hand. “Anton Malakhov. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
“Anna.” She grants me a brief, but intense, joy of her touch. “The pleasure is mine.”
I go on to shake hands with her friend without taking my eyes off Anna for a second. There’s no point in hiding how much she’s impressed me.
Anna. It’s a beautiful name… even if a touch too formal.
“Does anyone call you Annushka?” I find myself asking.
“Only my mom.”
She smiles, and I debate whether I should invite her for a drink right now or ask for her number. One thing is certain. I must see her again. In fact, I need to see her as soon as possible, and as often as possible. Preferably, every day.
And every night.
She resolves my quagmire by ripping a page out of her notebook and scribbling something on it. Why am I not surprised she carries a notebook and a pen in her purse? I bet she also has a book or an e-reader somewhere in there. Although I just met her, I feel like I know her. I can see her inner core, her fundamental essence. It shines through.
She hands me the sheet, and I glance at what she’s written. There’s a phone number, her name, and a meaningless figure under it. I look up at her, about to ask if it’s an extension.
“This,” she says, pointing her slender index finger at the top line, “is my agent’s number. And below is my hourly rate.”
My jaw slacks.
The woman of my dreams is a hooker.
Tierney O’Malley – To Trust a Wicked Billionaire
One wicked sexy billionaire will do everything it takes to win his woman's trust.
Peter Presley – Nothing But Trouble: An Alpha Billionaire Romance
Shannon is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Big homes, fancy cars, a good body: none of that matters if you don’t have someone to love you.
My mom is dead. My dad is dead. Most of my family members are jerks. They only call me if they need a loan. I’ve got my staff, like Helen. They’re cool, but they work for me. They could leave at any time. But Shannon is special, and yet, I just can’t seem to appreciate her.
I’m going to try hard not to fuck any more women. If I was able to stop eating junk food, exercise, and get into shape, I should be able to stop cheating on Shannon. Today, I’m buying her jewelry and a new dress, and then tonight, I’m taking her out to a 5-star restaurant. She’s my queen, and she deserves it.
Cristiane Serruya – So Much More
It’s unfair. He’s become even more… Hannah couldn’t find the term she needed. Handsome was too calm a word to define him. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual.
Her steps faltered for a second as Markus’s mouth opened in the slow, seductive grin that was so his, exuding confidence and animal magnetism. He stretched his hand in her direction. “Ms. Kristensen.”
Not knowing if she should be disappointed by him not recognizing her, Hannah took off her dark glasses. “Hello,”—she stopped herself from calling him by his first name. He is going to be your employer.—“Mr. Blackthorn.”
He halted mid-stride, did a double take, and his arm fell to his side as her heavily-lashed emerald-green eyes bore into his. He frowned. What the fuck?
He was aware of his own eyes widening and that he was staring. He was equally aware of the way her shoulders squared back.
The movement drew his attention downward to a figure with the elegant curves of what he could only qualify as a contemporary, tall, and slim statue of Venus, just to snap back to her face in something akin to shock.
He hadn’t recognized her at first and that was not a surprise in itself. The last time he had seen her she hadn’t been more than a bookish, shy, and pretty nineteen-year-old. She was also the daughter of his father’s housekeeper, and someone with whom he’d once considered having an affair.
“Hannah.”
His low, smooth voice slid over her and got under her skin to curl low in her belly.
As he contemplated her, he pushed his fingers through the strands, mussing the mane of chopped black hair which would appear too long if he wasn’t so tall and large.
But whatever softness the disarray might have imparted to his appearance was countered by his eyes. They were sharp and dark, a piercing ebony, like the night with no stars, nor moon; a pitch-black well she once thought she wouldn’t mind falling into.
Those eyes landed on her beautiful heart-shaped face and wandered over those full, soft, plum-rich lips.
Fuck! Recomposing himself from the most powerful reaction his body ever had to a woman, he held his hand out to her once more. “It’s been a while.”
His tenor voice conjured a number of disturbing images in Hannah’s mind: heavy velvet pulled over naked skin; steel sheathed in satin. Definitely a mass of contradictions she wanted nothing to do with coupled with a bedroom voice and a commanding tone. Hannah found herself wanting to lean closer, shock him into kissing her, just to slap that handsome face, hard. But the kisses would come and she would not slap him.
Not a while, but seven years. To Hannah it felt like a lifetime. Since Senator Blackthorn had dismissed her mother from his household, her life had turned upside down. It was ironic she was going to be working for and helping the son of the man who had fired her mother.
She looked at his hand as if it were a snake and involuntarily, her tongue moistened her lips.
His gaze zeroed in on her mouth, but nothing else gave away the vulnerability he had briefly glimpsed.
Stop. You are here for the money. She pulled herself back from the torrent of sensual feelings. Under her steel will, her face went blank and her fingers curled around his hand, firmly and detached. In an even voice, she said, “Yes, it has been a while. How are you, Mr. Blackthorn?”
Debbie White – Finding Mrs. Right
They watched some love story, chatting in between scenes while enjoying pizza and wine. Seemed neither one was truly interested in the movie. They cuddled on the couch, and in between bites of pizza, they kissed. When the movie was over, he helped clean up the crumbs they’d made and rinsed the glasses out in the sink. He wanted to show her that he too could be a good guest.
They stood inside the kitchen with locked gazes, making for an uncomfortable setting. Gabe wasn’t sure what he should do. He glanced at his watch. When he looked up, Rose was making her way toward him. “Can you stay the night?” she asked.
Victoria Pinder grew up in Irish Catholic Boston before moving to the Miami sun. She’s worked in engineering, then became a lawyer. But after passing the bar and practicing very little, she realized that she hated the practice of law. During all this time, she always wrote stories to entertain herself or calm down. When she sat down to see what skill she had that matched what she enjoyed doing, writing became so obvious. She is bold, and brainy like her characters. Her website is www.victoriapinder.com.
Jina Bacarr is a Kindle Scout winner with her Civil War time travel romance, Love Me Forever. She enjoys writing to classical music with a hot cup of java by her side, adores dark chocolate truffles, vintage anything, the smell of bread baking and rainy days in museums. She always loved walking through history—from Pompeii to Verdun to Old Paris. The voices of the past speak to her through carriages with cracked leather seats, stiff ivory-colored crinolines and worn satin slippers. She always wondered what it was like to walk in those slippers when they were new.
Hi. I’m Opal Carew and I write erotic romance for St. Martin’s Press. I’ve been writing since 1993, though originally I wrote futuristic, urban fantasy, science fiction, paranormal and contemporary romance. These stories are set in the present, future, or alternate realities and most of my stories are steamy. I am now republishing these under the name Amber Carew. As Opal Carew, I write erotic romances which always have a romance and a happy ending.
Eileen Cruz Coleman was born in Washington, D.C. to an immigrant El Salvadoran mother and a Puerto Rican father. She is a graduate of the University of Maryland with a degree in History. Her award-winning short stories have appeared in numerous literary journals both online and in print. Before venturing into the indie world of publishing, she was represented by two New York Literary agents.
She is an optimist and believes that no matter how bad things may seem, there is always a happy ending coming around the corner. When she’s not writing, you can find her gardening, cooking, or watching movies with her family.
She is fluent in Spanish and English.
She lives in Maryland with her husband and two children.
NYT bestselling author Margo Bond Collins is a former college English professor who, tired of explaining the difference between "hanged" and "hung," turned to writing romance novels instead. (Sometimes her heroines kill monsters, too.) Visit her at www.MargoBondCollins.net
Rossie Cortés is a versatile writer whose career includes over 560 bylined stories in newspapers, magazines and digital outlets in English and Spanish. She has also worked as a ghostwriter, speechwriter, scriptwriter, editor and writing consultant. Her novel Betrayed, a thriller, will be published Spring 2017 and is currently working on her second thriller, Deceived. She has a double degree in Marketing and Business Administration from the Inter American University in Puerto Rico. Rossie was born and raised in Puerto Rico and currently lives in Miami.
Tara Crescent writes steamy contemporary romances for readers who like hot, dominant heroes and strong, sassy heroines. When she's not writing, she can be found curled up on a couch with a good book, often with a cat on her lap. She lives in Toronto. Visit her at http://www.taracrescent.com/.
Being a writer was not what Michele was supposed to be when she ‘grew up’. But over time she’s discovered she cant fight it, words are her drug. Now a Best Selling author, Michele lives in New Zealand with her two small, loud, children, a lot of trees and a big view. She likes her heroines smart and sassy cos girls can do anything, right? But you can count on men who know just how to make a woman melt as well. Come on over and pleasure your shelf at http://www.micheledewinton.com
Blaire Edens lives in the mountains of North Carolina. She has a degree in Horticulture from Clemson University. She’s held a myriad of jobs including television reporter, GPS map creator, and personal assistant to a fellow who was rich enough to pay someone to pick up the dry cleaning. When she’s not plotting, she’s busy knitting, running, or listening to the Blues. She's the past president of South Carolina Writers Workshop and an active member of Romance Writers of America.
N.Y. Times Bestselling author Nicole Garcia has a degree in Nursing, but has been a stay at home mom for the past 9 years. Her passion is reading and decided to make a career out of sharing her love for books. Writing and promoting has become a full time job for her now. Currently she writes steamy Paranormal, Contemporary, and New Adult Romance, but plans to write other genres in the future. Hope you will join her in all the fun ahead.
Sci-fi junkie, video game nerd, and wannabe manga artist Erin Hayes writes a lot of things. Sometimes she writes books.
She works as an advertising copywriter by day, and she's an award-winning New York Times Bestselling Author by night. She has lived in New Zealand, Hawaii, Texas, Alabama, and now San Francisco with her husband, cat, and a growing collection of geek paraphernalia.
You can reach her at erinhayesbooks@gmail.com and she’ll be happy to chat. Especially if you want to debate Star Wars. Her website is erinhayesbooks.com
Courtney Hunt is a Kindle Scout winner for The Lost Art of Second Chances. She’s also the author of the Cupid’s Coffeeshop series and the Always a Bridesmaid series. An attorney by day, she lives outside Washington, DC with her husband and son. When Courtney isn’t writing, she enjoys photography, sailing, and reading. She can never resist a craft store. After an early stint as a Disney cast member, she is a life long Disney addict. Visit her at www.courtney-hunt.com
Who am I? A lover of stories that crackle with action and love. A mother, a flutist, a binge-TV-watcher of NCIS, Sherlock, and The Big Bang Theory. Most of all, a believer in grand passion. I’m Mary Hughes, and I write wickedly funny romantic comedies and scorching hot paranormal romances, fast-paced reads with challenging heroes—and resilient heroines who aren't afraid of a challenge. My books have won contests and been bestsellers, but what I like best is to hear from you!
Sydney Logan is the bestselling author of six novels. She has also penned several short stories and is a contributor to Chicken Soup for the Soul. A lover of music, she fills her playlist with everyone from Johnny Cash to Eminem.
Sydney holds a Master’s degree in Elementary Education and spends her days surrounded by kids and books. A native of East Tennessee, she enjoys playing piano and relaxing on her porch with her wonderful husband and their very spoiled cat.
Alix Nichols is a caffeine addict and a longtime fan of Mr. Darcy, especially in his Colin Firth incarnation. She is a Kindle Scout and Dante Rossetti Award winning author of sexy romantic comedies. At the age of six, she released her first rom com. It featured highly creative spelling on a dozen pages stitched together and bound in velvet paper. Decades later, she still loves the romance genre. Her spelling has improved (somewhat), and her books have made Amazon bestseller lists, climbing as high as #1. She lives in France with her family and their almost-human dog. Her website is www.alixnichols.com.
Tierney O’Malley is a bestselling author from the Pacific Northwest. Today there are paperbacks and eBooks available for purchase on her list. Her books appeared on KOBO, Fictionwise, and Bookstrand’s bestsellers list. Ms. O’Malley lives with her husband and children in Seattle Washington, and is currently working on a new novel and sets of series she recently sold.
Ms. O’Malley is always excited to hear from readers.
Piper Presley is a short fiction romance series author of bad boys, billionaires, and hotties. (Novellas and novels can be found under her alter ego Peter Presley.) She's a wife and a mother of two adult children, and she lives in the Midwest. Piper is a physically fit woman who enjoys running as well as pole dancing for fitness. When she's not writing, reading, exercising, cooking healthy meals, or gardening, she's watching way too many true crime shows on the Investigation Discovery (ID) channel. Her website is: http://www.presleyromance.com/.
USA Today Bestselling and award winning author Mandy Rosko loves writing paranormal romances with werewolves, dragons and people with special powers, while occasionally dipping into Billionaire Bad Boys ^_~ She is the author of the Things in the Night Series, Night and Day, the Dangerous Creatures Series and Alpha Bites. Find out more at http://www.mandyrosko.com/books.php
Cristiane Serruya–or just Cris–lives in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, with her six-foot-six tall husband, two teenage daughters, and Loki, her Shetland sheepdog. In 2011, after twenty-two years of practicing law, Cris decided to give writing a go. And—amazingly—it was just the piece that was missing from the puzzle of her life. Known for her empowering stories enveloped in heady, sensual romance, she is the author of TRUST Series, Love Painted in Red, From the Baroness’s Diary, and The Modern Man. Meet Cris at www.crisserruya.com
Debbie White: I currently live in beautiful northern California where the hills are dotted with vineyards and the rocky coast is nearby. The weather is usually warm and you can find me sitting in my backyard with a glass of wine during the summer or visiting one of the many wineries in the area. The views from some of these wineries are spectacular. Animal rescue is dear to my heart and I donate a percentage of ALL book sales to this very worthy cause. When you purchase one of my books you are also helping a furry friend with food and shelter while they await their forever home.
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