The Eligible Billionaires Boxed Set (Books 1-5)
by
Maggie Marr
Special price $6.99 (price goes up to $9.99 on 5th
January 2017)
Blurb Eligible Billionaires Boxed Set Books 1-5:
For
a *LIMITED* time Get five Bad Boy Eligible Billionaires for one ultra low
price! Meet Cole, Tristan, Nick, Ryan, and Trevor. Jet set from South America,
to L.A. from the exotic resort of Mesquale to France, with a media mogul,
corporate raider, real estate tycoon, resort owner, and restaurant heir. Each
Bad Boy Billionaire is shockingly sexy both in and out of the bedroom. Enjoy
all five of the Bad Boy Eligible Billionaires!
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Excerpt from Can’t Buy Me Love (Eligible Billionaires Book One)
“Is it always this hard?”
For Cole Jackson only one response answered
Meg’s question: Yes. Every conquest was the outcome of a hard-fought battle, every
win the results of a decimated other side, every challenge more difficult than
the last. Otherwise, what was the point? With ease came softness and with
softness a swift defeat.
Cole yanked at the knot of his cobalt blue tie,
tired of the daylong stranglehold. On the far side of his office window, night
sucked away the last light of day as the sweltering orange sun surrendered to
the Pacific. The streaks of pink, orange, and fuchsia that decorated the sky
failed to captivate Cole. He could witness such displays of color on any
horizon, in any city, on any night—so why waste time with this sunset?
Cole reached for the crystal decanter stationed
on the bar in his office. His pour was generous and neat. Amber liquid
shimmered in the final rays of the sun. He sipped the bourbon. Heat slid down
his throat, but the liquor didn’t scorch him nearly as much as the woman who,
after a six-month absence, now stood in his office.
“There are cell phone towers up and down the
entire California coastline and the one spot in Los Angeles where I can’t get a
signal is your office?”
Meg Parson’s voice was brighter and lighter than
the curves of her body would suggest. She shifted her weight and her hip teased
forward against her suit skirt. The outline of bone against taut fabric taunted
Cole with hints of lace panties. In a careless moment his gaze roamed over her
legs, caressed her skirt, and brushed over the outline of her breasts.
Hunger for Meg clutched his belly and twisted
hard. Cole turned toward the ocean and the unwatched sunset—away from Meg.
Better to feign interest in the blossom of color on the horizon than to indulge
his desires to stare at his colleague and former assistant.
“Hello? Hello?” Meg said into the phone.
In the window, Cole caught Meg’s reflection as
she flipped her long sable-colored hair over her right shoulder. She tightened
her jaw and closed her eyes.
His stomach clenched as Meg’s tongue caressed
her pout of a mouth. Cole took another slug of his drink, hopeful that the
liquid heat burning down his throat would distract him from his desires.
No. Luck.
He set his jaw in opposition to his craving and
pulled his gaze away from Meg’s indelible imprint on the glass. He didn’t need
the reflection; her every sinew was seared into his mind but Meg was off-limits.
In the three years she’d worked for him, Meg
made herself indispensable, and he had been fool enough to let her become a
necessity. She knew everything about him—from the way he took his coffee down
to his shoe size. She ran his business affairs seamlessly. He leaned on her.
Depended on her. Cole even began to need her
and needing anyone was intolerable. To need a person was to appear weak. Need
allowed vulnerability to take root. Need was the end of strength. No, to need
Meg was completely unacceptable.
“Yes, hi. This is Meg Parson. I have Cole
Jackson for Stan Morton,” Meg said.
With the sound of his name on her lips he faced
her. This was a business deal, nothing more.
“Of course I’ll hold.” Meg covered the
mouthpiece and her blue eyes sparkled with the thrill of the deal. “Why didn’t
we use your landline?”
Cole’s heart quickened as Meg’s excitement
spilled over to him. Cole sipped his drink and watched Meg over the top of his
glass. This time, her proximity, and not the bourbon, seared through him.
“They’re getting Stan,” Meg whispered, still
covering the mouthpiece.
Stan Morton owned one of the two things Cole
wanted most in the world: TBC Studios.
And the other thing?
Cole’s eyes traced the porcelain curve of Meg’s
neck as she twirled a piece of hair between her thumb and pointer finger. Well,
the other thing wasn’t for sale, nor was it negotiable. Office dalliances
weren’t Cole’s style and neither was a long-term commitment. Meg was the type
of woman who required he break both rules, and Cole preferred his relationships
exactly as they’d been for the past decade: hot, fast, and disposable.
This deal was Meg’s baby, and once it was
consummated Cole would have to promote Meg. If he waited any longer another
company would swoop in and grab her. One of his competitors might already be
trying.
“How will you celebrate?” Cole rarely asked Meg
anything so personal. A dusty pink flush crept over Meg’s ivory-colored cheeks.
Protectiveness surged through Cole.
“I’m thinking Bali.” A smile started in Meg’s eyes
and quickly encompassed her whole face as she thought about a luxurious and
well-deserved beach vacation.
“Nice choice.”
“And you?”
Author Bio:
Maggie
Marr is the author of contemporary romance and women’s fiction. She writes
smart, sexy, women and the men they love. She got her start in Hollywood
pushing the mail cart at ICM, but quickly rose through the ranks to become a
motion picture literary agent. As well as writing, she maintains a boutique
legal practice dedicated to the needs of creatives & entrepreneurs. She is
the current President of Los Angeles Romance Authors (LARA) and legal adviser
to the Women’s Fiction Writers Association (WFWA). Maggie loves all things pop
culture and when she isn’t taking care of her clients or writing she can be found
reading, chasing kids, or exercising her rescue pup
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