The
Billionaire Shifter’s Virgin Mate
(Billionaire Shifters #2)
Author:
Diana Seere
Release
date: October 11, 2016
Description:
McDermott "Derry" Stanton is an
old-money playboy who sleeps his way through half the world, one willing woman
at a time. A bear shifter, he never hibernates alone. Sometimes even one woman
isn't enough. But when this irresistible billionaire meets Jessica Murphy,
everything changes. The man who views life as a female feast suddenly acquires
more discerning tastes. The only woman who can satisfy him now...
Is Jessica Murphy. He must have her.
Immediately. Frequently.
Jess, however, doesn't want any man, least
of all a spoiled playboy who's about to become her brother-in-law. A pre-med
student with deep ambitions and a past filled with painful rejection, she's all
business.
Too bad Derry Stanton is her business. A
frequent customer at the Platinum Club where she waits tables, and now the best
man to her maid of honor in her sister's wedding, the guy is everywhere. And
pretty soon, she finds herself everywhere, too. In his arms, on his bed,
between the sheets....
But sex is the last thing she needs.
Or it was until she meets Derry and starts
hearing the Beat. And feeling a connection she'd never imagined, never dreamed,
never hoped for. It's all too unbearably good.
The Billionaire Shifter's Virgin Mate is the
second book in the Billionaire Shifters Club series by Diana Seere, the
paranormal pen name for two New York Times and USA Today bestselling romantic
comedy authors. This book is a standalone *within* a series.
***
Welcome to the most exclusive club in the
world. The Novo Club. Novo is Latin for “change.” Our members prefer the word
“shift” though.
It’s the hottest club in town.
The price of membership is your heart and
your secrecy.
All you need to do to join is to be loved
beyond your wildest imagination by someone powerful with an…alpha side so
primal it’s in their blood.
Are you ready?
Good. Then let’s begin.
The
Billionaire Shifters Club is a new series featuring the five Stanton siblings,
four brothers and one sister who are all part of an ancient shifter family
living in modern America. The subterranean club-within-a-club beneath the
streets of Boston, Massachusetts holds secrets only the Stantons and their
fellow shifters know.
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Excerpt:
Jess Murphy walked
through the wide doors into the opulent lobby below the Platinum Club,
surprised by the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. The building was more
luxurious than she’d expected, every inch of glass, steel, and marble gleaming
like freshly minted coins. Well-dressed men and women hurried around her over
the shiny floors.
“Can I help you?”
asked a man from behind a vast reception desk decorated with fruit and flowers.
He wore a black suit, had gray hair, and sounded like a British butler in a
classic film.
“I’m Jessica
Murphy,” she said. “I’m, uh, it’s my first night working at the Platinum Club.”
The man tapped
something on his screen. “You are expected on eleven,” he said. “You can take
either the public or the service elevator.”
She glanced at the
posh lobby, the posh people. “I’ll take the service one. Where is it?”
He gestured at a
side door behind him.
“Thank you,” she
said, taking a deep breath as she walked across the marble floors.
Jess had to remind
herself that this was only a waitressing job. There was no reason to be
nervous; this wasn’t an important career move for her, just a way to pay for
medical school. Because the club’s clientele was so elite, the job paid
insanely well, and incoming staff members, at all levels, were screened
meticulously.
In fact, she’d been
hired almost a month ago, yet this was the first time she was stepping foot in
the place. Instead of working tables right away, as she’d expected, she’d had
to visit a notary and sign a dozen nondisclosure agreements—and then submit to
a background check, personality test, and three phone interviews.
Now, finally, she
could actually begin working.
She walked through
a doorway into a space that looked older than the lobby, found a
vintage-elevator call button, and popped a mint into her mouth as she waited
for the car to arrive.
She could imagine
her sister Lilah feeling exactly how Jess was feeling now, fighting her nerves
on her first day as she thought of
all the famous, powerful people upstairs.
Lilah had worked at
the Platinum Club until last month, when she’d shacked up with her billionaire
love god, Gavin Stanton. In fact, they were already planning their wedding. No
more money worries for her.
No more worries of
any kind, apparently.
The changes that
had come over Lilah in the past couple of months made Jess uncomfortable. She
was glad Lilah was happy, but it had happened much too fast. At one point, her
sister had been so sex-crazed she’d claimed her rich boyfriend had turned into
an animal.
Jess sighed. Lilah
had always been too lusty for her own good, too easily enchanted by a pretty
face.
Gavin Stanton
certainly had that. And the rest of him wasn’t bad either. Not Jess’s type,
but… not bad.
Shaking her head,
Jess walked into the car—a gorgeous old thing with wood paneling—and pressed
the button for the eleventh floor as instructed. Time to focus on the job at
hand. Love was the last thing on her agenda. And sex was second to last. If she
was going to survive the long slog through med school and internships to become
a doctor, she couldn’t get distracted with trivialities. She had to keep her
eye on the prize. Work, school, work, school, work. And more work.
The elevator
stopped, not on the eleventh floor, but the tenth. Jess looked down at herself,
uneasy with the tight jeans and T-shirt she wore. They’d told her the club
would provide a uniform when she arrived. Hopefully whoever joined her in the
elevator was just another wage slave, not anyone important in management. She
wanted to make a good impression on her first day. Her impressively curvy
figure looked respectable in formal clothes, but in a T-shirt, her F-cup chest
had a knack for distracting people.
Damn, I should’ve worn a jacket. But it
had been so hot today. Autumn in Boston could still get steamy.
The doors slid
open, revealing an extremely tall, thickly muscular man with long black hair
and bright blue eyes that slid over her body so thoroughly she sucked in a
breath.
Talk about steamy.
Now this guy was her type. He was
huge. Dark. Powerful.
Dangerous.
She felt beads of
sweat form at the small of her back, under her breasts, her arms. What had he
bathed in that morning—testosterone? She could smell it. She could taste it. She couldn’t help sucking it
in, breath after breath, eager for another hit.
A slow smile spread
over his full, sensual lips. “Why, hello there,” he said. Was that a British
accent?
Every alarm bell
she had was clamoring so loudly in her head, she was amazed she’d been able to
hear him speak.
“Hi,” she said,
stepping aside instinctively. Getting too close to this man would be a mistake.
“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure.”
Oh, crap. It was a British accent. He
held out a hand. “McDermott Stanton. My intimates call me Derry.”
~ * ~
About the Author:
Diana Seere was raised by wolves in the forests outside Boston and San Francisco. The only time she spends in packs these days is at romance writing conventions. In truth, Diana is two New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors who decided to write shifter romance and have more fun. You can find “her” on Facebook at Diana Seere’s Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/dianaseere. Sign up for her New Releases and Sales email newsletter here: eepurl.com/beUZnr
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