"Sure to bring a smile to your face - a joy from beginning to end."
Reviewed by Sandra Wurman
Posted November 20, 2015
Romance Contemporary
In A BILLIONAIRE BETWEEN THE SHEETS, Katie Lane has outdone herself
developing characters who are guaranteed to make you laugh out loud, thanks to
the fabulous dialogue and characterization. At times the title of a
book seems to be almost frivolous, and so it could cast
doubt on the strength of the story. A BILLIONAIRE BETWEEN
THE SHEETS is a strong, fabulous, sexy, raw, comical and
strangely addictive story that alternately has you smiling
and bringing tears to your eyes. A powerfully entertaining
marvel with some wonderfully enjoyable twists and turns as
we watch Katie Lane's characters evolve. A BILLIONAIRE BETWEEN THE SHEETS is basically about three
hillbilly brothers Deacon, Nash and Grayson Beaumont-- at
least that's how they see themselves. One is a visionary
with great plans to develop condos with great scenic views.
The other two brothers are vastly different but equally
interesting and more complicated than what seems at first
glance. Most important is they are a terrifically cohesive
band of brothers. Their sort-of-cousin, Olivia, comes for a surprise visit to
their home in the swamps. Olivia has an agenda: she wants
to buy the three brothers' shares of her uncle's company.
This company is her life, and now without any real family,
this is all she has left. It all seems straight forward.
She wants the stock, and the brothers need the money. In
fact, Deacon Beaumont has long dreamed of being a rich man. Ah, but does money make you a rich man? Katie Lane has definitely outdone herself. Olivia Harrington is quite a creation -- a
strange, easily distracted, young woman who thinks in terms
of underwear. Her dialogue is guaranteed to crack you up. Add
to that the three brothers who live up to their hillbilly
image even though they obviously have many hidden talents
and are so well spoken. Again a conflict between image and
reality. Glorious. It's not all fun and games in A
BILLIONAIRE BETWEEN THE SHEETS. Katie Lane added a bit
of corporate espionage to this already page-turning joy. I loved A BILLIONAIRE BETWEEN THE SHEETS. If this is an
example of the writing of Katie Lane then I am on the
search for more. Katie Lane has garnered herself a fan. A
BILLIONAIRE BETWEEN THE SHEETS is earmarked to be dog-eared
for sure.
SUMMARY
Overnight billionaires, the Beaumont brothers are
thrust
into life in the fast lane with exotic cars, private jets
.
. . and sex and success on their
minds.
A commanding presence in
the
boardroom and the bedroom, Deacon Beaumont has come to
save
the failing company French Kiss. He was born to be boss
in
this glamorous new world of lacy lingerie and stunning
supermodels. But one bold and beautiful woman dares to
question his authority.
Olivia Harrington has
dedicated her life to the company's success. Just because
Deacon is sexy as hell doesn't mean he'll make a better
CEO.
With a limitless supply of push-up bras and garter belts,
Olivia turns her considerable feminine charms on Deacon
to
discover what makes him tick . . . and reveals instead
the
billion reasons why she wants him to stay.
ExcerptDeacon was playing a game he had no business playing. Especially when
the money he was playing it with wasn’t his own. It was his brothers’ as
well. And both Nash and Grayson wanted him to sign the contract and make
them millionaires as quickly as possible. They had no desire to be
owners of their uncle’s lingerie company. And Deacon didn’t want that
either. Which didn’t explain why he’d refused to send the contract back
with his uncle’s lawyers. Or why he had shaved his beard, cut his hair,
and traveled all the way to California to deliver it in person.Obviously something had gone a little haywire in his brain. Something
that had gotten even worse when he’d seen Olivia’ opulent office, stood
looking at the spectacular view, and finally turned to find a spoiled
executive in a suit that probably cost more than his entire wardrobe.
And now, whether he had a right or not, he wasn’t through making Olivia
sweat. Although she didn’t appear to be sweating too much. “So I guess you want me to beg,” she said. When he didn’t reply, she
shrugged. “Okay. You want me on my knees or will a couple of pretty
pleases do?” He stopped twirling the pen through his fingers and called her bluff.
“Knees would be nice.” He expected her to tell him to go to hell.
Instead she walked around the desk and, without the slightest
hesitation, lifted her sexy-as-hell skirt just enough to flash him a
peek of pretty pink garter belt fasteners and thigh-high stockings
before kneeling in front of him. Her piercing green eyes pinned him as she spoke in a voice that was
anything but humble. “Please, Deacon. Please sign the contract.” It was his fantasy all over again. Technically, the desk and office were
his. And while Olivia wasn’t exactly in rags, she was on her knees.
Which didn’t explain why all the fun had drained right out of the game.
Probably because he knew what it felt like to be forced to beg. Knew
exactly the feeling of humiliation that came with needing something
someone else had. “Get up,” he said. “Why?” She gave him a wide-eyed look. “Did I do it wrong, Deacon? Sorry,
but I’m not as good at begging as the Beaumonts.” The pen slipped from his fingers, and the leather chair creaked as he
sat up, bringing his face inches from hers. “Shut up.” “Or what? You won’t sign the contract?” She laughed, her breath coming
out in a puff of heat. “We both know that you won’t walk away from fifty
million.” Her condescending attitude took Deacon from angry to flat-out pissed. So
pissed that he couldn’t even put together a reply that would wipe the
smartassed smirk off her face. That being the case, he chose a nonverbal
way to do it. He kissed her. Not a soft kiss, but a hard, forceful one that ended with him sucking
her plump bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a nip. When he
pulled back, Olivia was staring at him with shocked eyes. He expected
her anger and didn’t even tense when she lifted her hand. But instead of
delivering a stinging, much-deserved slap she slid her hand over the
stubble on his jaw before pulling him back for another kiss. She kissed much better than she begged. He actually believed that she
was enjoying it. He sure as hell was. Her lips were hungry and
aggressive, her mouth hot and wet, and her tongue slick and teasing. Deacon opened his legs, and she moved right into the space like a moored
ship. Her hands curled around his neck while his curved over her ass,
lifting her knees off the plush carpeting. As he squeezed the firm
cheeks, his mind ran through the list of things he would need to
accomplish before he could be surrounded by the heat of her body. Lift
skirt. Remove panties. Unzip jeans. Pull out cock. Get condom—damn. He pulled away from those scorching lips. Then, just to make sure he
didn’t succumb to a pair of desire-drugged eyes, he shoved the caster
chair back a good three feet. But even with the added space, it took a
while for him to get ahold of his raging hormones. Olivia didn’t take quite as long. After only a few blinks, she got to her feet, took two wobbly steps
toward him, then hauled off and gave him the stinging slap he’d expected
earlier. By the time his ears stopped ringing, she had the pen and
contract in hand. “I did what you asked,” she said through gritted teeth. “Now you sign.”
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