Emily Steele is too good for the men Will Weston knows.
Will is right
hand man to her billionaire uncle, Tony Steele, and does
absolutely
everything for him. If not for Will, always in the
background, nothing
would be going according to plan. Emily, also a
billionaire, is strong,
beautiful and recently taking a sabbatical from her
engagement to Chad
Owens. After eight years of dating, and the only man she
was ever involved
with since the age of fourteen, the strawberry flavor
leaves her questioning if
the rich fudge and chocolate flavors would be more to her
liking. She's
given Chad a year, each dating others, to make sure their
decision to
marry is a good and lasting one. She is searching for
experience and
excitement.
Will has always admired Emily in the four years he has
known her and is
in awe of her strength of surviving cancer and the loss of
her leg below
the knee. This has not hindered Emily from a normal life,
and uses the
artificial limb like she was born with it. On the board
of the Steele
Foundation, Emily has the power to make huge investments
and
decisions of her own. Finding out Emily is now available,
Will revisits his
earlier decision to block his feelings and decides to go
for it. His feelings
aren't just sex, but a true love and protection for the
girl he has loved for
a long time. Emily asks Will and his friend Gus to
accompany her from
Kansas City to New Orleans for a bachelorette party with
intent to flirt,
have a few flings with many men and break the mold she
feels she has
fallen into as no one there will know she is a
billionaire. What she didn't
count on was the newly acquired feelings she has noticed
whenever Will
is around. Can Will be sure that Emily knows what she
really and truly
wants since she seems to fall in love easily? New
Orleans, hot sex to jazz
and beignets can't hurt. Will wants a lifetime with Emily
but does she
know what she truly wants.
This is Book three in The Billionaire Bargains. I
have not had the pleasure of
reading the other stories in this series but will
definitely do so now. This
is such a cute story of a young but extremely intelligent
woman trying to
find herself after being protected by others her entire
life. Get ready for
hot steamy seduction of a young woman determined to pursue
the
scalding erotic time of her life. This is an exceptional
read with humor,
quick wit and always the fascinating world of a
billionaire. Recommended
for all women for a sizzling hot and fun read.
What happens in the Big Easy doesn’t always stay in the
Big
Easy. Thank goodness.
The Billionaire Bargains, Book 3
When billionaire Emily Steele breaks off her eight-year
relationship with the only boy she’s ever dated, she
quickly
realizes she has a lot to learn. About the world. About
herself. And men. Definitely men.
A friend’s bachelorette party in New Orleans is the
perfect
place to get in touch with her inner vixen. Trouble is,
she’s never actually met her inner vixen. Worse, her
overprotective uncle’s determination to keep her safe
means
she’s going to have a babysitter for the weekend. A tall,
handsome babysitter who makes her tingle from head to
toe.
Will Weston has always thought his boss’s niece was
special,
and now that she’s single, he’s even more acutely aware
of
her beauty and charm. Her uncle’s insistence that he
accompany her to the world’s sexiest city has mistake
written all over it—until she offers his best friend a
million dollars to be her date.
Now there’s no way Will is staying behind, even though he
knows something crazy is going to happen. Because falling
in
love in a weekend is definitely crazy.
Warning: Contains a woman with enough money to buy a date
for a weekend in New Orleans, a guy who’s never going to
let
that happen, a bachelorette party on Bourbon Street, hot
sex
to slow jazz, and beignets… because there has to be
beignets.
Excerpt
“Okay, fine. Go to New Orleans this weekend. But you
can’t go alone,” Tony said.
“I won’t be alone once I get there.”
I’d rather you have someone with you the whole time. Will
can go with you.”
Will looked up quickly.
“Will can go with me where?” Emily asked.
Okay, yeah, maybe Tony meant Will could take her to the
airport. He supposed he could—
“To New Orleans,” Tony said.
A bolt of…something…went through Will. Something like
surprise, but also a little like temptation. Or a lot
like temptation.
That was a really bad idea.
“Will can’t go to New Orleans with me,” Emily said
quickly.
Too quickly for Will’s ego actually.
She shot Will a smile that looked apologetic.
He arched an eyebrow. Apologetic? Really? Was she
apologetic for not wanting to spend any time with him or
for her uncle just volunteering him like that?
Okay, so him going to New Orleans with her was a bad
idea, but Emily didn’t know he had a thing for her. As
far as Emily knew, he was a hell of a guy with only pure,
friendly intentions. He shouldn’t go, of course, but she
should want him to.
So what was it about New Orleans that Emily didn’t want
him along for? Was there a guy there waiting for her? Or
was she hoping to meet someone? Or was she thinking—and
hoping—that Chad would actually show?
Will felt a frown forming.
“Why not?” Tony asked, rolling his chair back up to his
desk as if the decision had been made, the conversation
was over and he was ready to move on to something new.
“It’s a party right? You need an escort? You wanted me to
go. Will can fill in for me.”
“But…” She trailed off as if not sure how to explain it.
Probably because she didn’t want to offend Will by saying
out loud that she had no desire to spend time with him.
Will tucked his hands into his pockets and just watched
her. He had no desire to jump in and rescue her from the
situation. That was probably what a nice guy would have
done. If he was a gentleman, he probably would have
thought of a way to let her off the hook. But suddenly he
didn’t want to make it easy for Emily Steele to get out
of taking him to this party.
“Will works for you, Tony. He has no obligation to escort
me anywhere,” she finally said.
Obligation, no, not exactly. Desire to…well, that was
something else altogether.
Dammit. Okay, so the thought of spending a weekend in the
Big Easy with the hot girl he couldn’t stop thinking
about wasn’t exactly unappealing.
“Well, I want Will to go with you,” Tony said, clicking
on another of his open tabs…that was not the spreadsheet
he was supposed to be working on. “And since he works for
me, that counts.”
Emily shifted uncomfortably on the couch and was now
avoiding eye contact with Will. “I don’t think that’s how
it works.”
Will was used to conversations going on around him as if
he wasn’t there, but this one was about him. “Actually,
that’s exactly how it works,” he said easily. “Have you
ever read my job description?”
Emily cleared her throat and shook her head, glancing at
him, but then looking away quickly. “No.”
“It says do whatever Tony wants you to do.” He was
serious. That was what it said. There were a couple of
other paragraphs after that, but that very sentence was
actually in his contract. “I signed on the bottom line
knowing what I was getting into.”
Emily laughed lightly, but it sounded forced.
Interesting.
As far as Will could tell, he and Emily had always gotten
along. They had been friendly acquaintances, polite, even
more than polite at times. They’d shared some funny
stories. They’d laughed at Tony’s expense more than once.
She’d attended Will’s last birthday party and he’d made
an appearance at the reception her father had held after
her college graduation. They played Call of Duty at least
twice a month. “Die, you son of a bitch, die,” weren’t
exactly friendly words, but they had still given them a
sort of bond. They were both certainly big enough
fixtures in Tony’s life to make it impossible to not know
at least a few basic things about the other.
But now she was acting very uncomfortable.
They weren’t close, but at least she knew that he wasn’t
a serial killer. She could feel comfortable about him
escorting her to this party even if she wasn’t thrilled.
Will wouldn’t act on any of his inappropriate thoughts
about her lately. Probably. But he did have a sudden urge
to know why exactly Emily was squirmy around him.
“I told you I love New Orleans,” Will added. If Emily
wanted to get out of taking him on this trip, she was
going to have to come right out with it.
She looked startled when she finally met his gaze. “You
would be willing to go?”
“Absolutely. But I prefer Café Du Monde at midnight
versus in the morning, just so you know.”
Her eyebrows rose in clear surprise. “I, um, can…um, deal
with beignets any time of day or night.”
“Then you’ve got yourself a date.”
And, yes, he’d used the term on purpose. And, yes, he
made note of the pink stain on her cheeks when he said
it.
Very interesting.
“I’m going to go take care of bookings and organizing you
for the weekend,” Will told Tony. He’d fly them down
personally, so needed to get the plane ready to go and
arrangements made. And, yes, that might have something to
do with wanting to impress Emily Steele a bit.
There were still a lot of reasons why this was a bad
idea. But while he was mostly a good guy, more
importantly, he was a guy. And a hot brunette needed a
date to New Orleans. He couldn’t say no to that.
Especially when he really needed to know what that hot
brunette had planned for this trip.
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