Billionaire Romance Novels Novels & Stories

But before I could reply, his phone started to buzz on the nightstand. He ignored it. Then it buzzed again. And again. Finally, he sighed and reached for it. I watched as his face changed — calm melting into something sharper, darker. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He just turned the screen toward me. Headline: “Billionaire Rand Calloway’s Secret Love Affair — Artist Exposed.” Below it was a photo of us — from last night. Me in his arms, rain falling like glitter around us. The headline glowed cruelly against the white background, and beneath it, smaller lines:

He remembers the sweet taste of her lips, it's velvety smoothness against his. Shit! She is still hot, still the same irresistible beauty she was then. But is her beauty worth ignoring her deceit and betrayal? Is it? Is he supposed to ignore the red flags and give in to his heart's desire? He is a fucking billionaire for heaven's sake! He can get any woman at a snap of his fingers and God knows there are many fine, sexy women out there who would throw themselves into his arms at a slight opportunity. Why then is he fixated on the sly, deceitful Louisa?

"Like reading. I already know you're a bookworm, Ruby." Ruby's eyes lit up instantly, her inner literary critic emerging. "Oh, so the billionaire remembers? Please don't tell me your reading list is just boring finance textbooks and business biographies." "Actually," I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance."

Why is he so shameless this early into the day. “Not just a millionaire. He’s incredibly romantic too,” Zara, my dearest traitor of a sister, continues. She pushes Roland’s cushion away and stands up, heading straight toward us. She stops right in front of Banks, who is still trying to lock eyes with me. "Are all millionaires this romantic? Because I definitely want one for myself. Do you happen to have any single friends?” “I cannot say,” Banks reply smoothly. Finally looking away from me to stare down at Zara, who is looking up at him with wide, opportunistic eyes. “I am a Billionaire" How can I stop Banks to stop talking?

I shot back, "We'll see who ends up begging." I turned, my gaze landing on the VIP table. A man sat there in a tailored suit, lazily swirling a glass of red wine. Gabriel York was Lumeria's wealthiest man and the company's biggest investor. Lifting the hem of my dress, I walked toward him under everyone's watchful eyes. He looked up, studying me with clear interest. "Mr. York." I took a deep breath and said loudly, "The banquet's already paid for. Since the groom is trash, would you like to replace him? I've got 100 billion in assets, and I can promise you a lifetime of absolute devotion."

About the Author Clare Felix writes MM Romance and BL fiction about men who are complicated in specific and recognisable ways, and about the people who love them anyway. Clare Felix is interested in the redemption arc when it costs something real, in the billionaire trope when the money is not the point, in forced proximity when the forcing produces something neither character planned, and in second chances when the change required to deserve the second chance is genuine and visible and hard. The Billionaire's Regret Clause is Clare Felix's debut novel. The next one is already underway — a different kind of clause, a different kind of waiting, the same fundamental question: what does it take

"Thanks for the advice." "Rule two. Don't ask questions about his business. You're not his partner, you're his toy." Heat crawled up my neck, but I refused to look away. "Anything else?" "Yeah." Raven's smile turned vicious. "Don't think you're different. Every girl who comes through here thinks she's the one who'll change him. They all leave disappointed. You will too." "You seem awfully invested in who Cassian fucks." I tilted my head. "Is that professional concern or personal jealousy?"

Ah Dear readers, here I am with my - I have lost count of the amount of times I've tried writing an erotica but here we are with a Billionaire romance/erotica book. Don't skip this intro! Yeah because I have news for y'all. So basically, the places in this book are made up even though the book is nothing like fantasy, it's just your average billionaire erotic BDSM romance involving a Billionaire, obviously and a naive little do gooder woman who thought she was all that, so don't go looking for my made up places okay sweeties?

“She is a top businesswoman, owning hotels in some countries we don’t have hotels in. it will give us a good hand.” Aaron studied his brother. “Is that why you married Zoe?’ He asked and got the attention he desired. “Because I don’t buy the nonsense of being in love with each other secretly.” Avery looked at him and decided not to react. He only took his pen and signed the contract. “Mia said she told her.” Aaron continued and Avery confirmed by nodding his head. “She did and I’m sure she did a good job.” He replied, wishing they wouldn’t talk about it

They are: ~ Chasing his ~ Chasing Her ~ Billionaire's Surrogate ~ HIS ARRANGED WIFE ~ Dominant Husband: Her worth ~ BILLIONAIRES(now complete) ~ Love Pentagon ~ Dangerous Matrimony: The Innocent Devil BILLIONAIRES is my next book, and I hope you all like it! It'll be on daily updates, and will be free for a while. Synopsis: He is a billionaire, she is a billionaire. He is egoistic, she is egoistic.