"Very sexy with complex and captivating characters!"
Reviewed by Miranda Owen
Posted April 14, 2015
Romance Contemporary | Romance Paranormal
BIG BAD BILLIONAIRE is Book one in Saranna DeWylde's
Woolven Secret series. BIG BAD BILLIONAIRE has so
many
of my favorite types of romance -- conventional
contemporary, gothic, and paranormal. BIG BAD BILLIONAIRE
has werewolves, scary rather than sparkly vampires, with
a little corporate espionage thrown in. The story also
starts out with the hero and heroine antagonistic toward
each other.
Randi Rutger is determined to avenge her dead father. She
believes billionaire Blake Woolven either killed her
father or had a hand in it. In the first few pages of BIG
BAD BILLIONAIRE, Blake seems like an arrogant and
unsympathetic character. However, after reading a little
further, it appears that he was being deliberately
abrasive to try and push Randi away. That lasts for about
five seconds before he realizes that she is his fated
mate and he can't distance himself from her. Over the
course of BIG BAD BILLIONAIRE, Blake grows on me because
of how he treats Randi. Not only does he respect Randi's
strength, but he is able to be tender when she needs it
as well as the sexy, dominant alpha at times. There is a
wonderful mutual respect that becomes a part of their
relationship -- although her respect and understanding is
slower in giving to Blake. Trust is something Randi
struggles with in her relationship with Blake and the
resolution is satisfying and makes sense for the
characters. I like that BIG BAD BILLIONAIRE is told from
both POVs.
In the middle of all the fast-paced action and intrigue,
Saranna DeWylde does a great job of slowing things down
and creating beautiful little intimate moments between
Randi and Blake, using vivid and beautiful imagery. The
storyline involving the quest to find out who harmed
Randi's father adds a lot of extra excitement and
interesting plot twists to BIG BAD BILLIONAIRE without
obscuring the love story. I'm intrigued by the
fascinating characters created by Saranna DeWylde and her
spin on vampires.
BIG BAD BILLIONAIRE is super sexy with complex and
captivating characters. Blake's brothers and uncle are
all characters who I'd like to learn more about --
especially Warner. I can't wait to read the next
installment in this Woolven Secret series to find
out
what happens next!
SUMMARY
Blake Woolven is the bad boy CEO of Woolven Industries,
but
he's badder than the luscious, BBW Randi Rutger would've
guessed. After Woolven took down her father's company and
devoured it like a shaking rabbit, she's determined to
get
close to him and make all the Woolvens pay for destroying
her father. Blake knows Randi's agenda, but the wolf inside him will
do
anything to have her. Even expose the Woolven family
secret.
When Randi sees Blake and his brothers shed their skins
beneath the moon, she's terrified. But it's just what she
needed to bring him low-that and the silver nitrate
plasma
gun her father designed. With her loyalties torn, Randi
must
choose between avenging her father and the big bad wolf
who
clawed his way into her heart.
ExcerptBlake Woolven, notorious bad boy billionaire, was
currently living up to his reputation by fucking
Marchessa de la Luna in his penthouse office suite. She wasn’t his mate by any means, but she’d do. They had to keep their human skins, since it was the full
light of day in the middle of the city. He couldn’t risk
exposure, but he could definitely risk burying his cock
in her tight little sheath. “Are you going to stare at it or fuck it, Big Bad?” the
she-wolf growled. Mmm. It gave him a perverse kind of pleasure when she
called him that. Made him think about running her down
like prey and devouring her in the best of ways until she
screamed his name—howling—while she came. “I don’t know.” He slipped his hand down her black lace
covered ass and gave it a swat. “Are you playing Little
Red?” “That sanctimonious little fool?” she drawled, deep and
throaty. “Not a chance. I’m the hunter.” She growled low
in her throat. And indeed, she was the hunter. She was a predator, just
like him. In fact, part of the thrill of mounting the
evil little she-demon was that they were currently at war
with the de la Lunas. This had crossed from the forbidden
into madness some time ago, but he couldn’t resist. He filled his palms with both taut globes. “Oh really? So
you think you’re going to gut me?” “I’ll eat your heart out, Blake,” she promised, her voice
low and close to the Change. There was little chance of that. Blake Woolven wouldn’t
settle for just any gold digging, social climbing,
delectable-assed she-wolf. No, he wouldn’t take any but
his intended mate. Being the heir, he had that privilege.
It was up to the lessers, the betas, to mate for social
standing, pack order, resources… He was Alpha. He made his own rules. Blake tangled his hand in her long, blond hair and tugged
it back so she arched up off his desk, all spread out for
him and wanting. Yeah, I’ll do her just like this. The intercom buzzed. “Your one o’clock is here.” He snarled, “Cancel.” The elder wolf on the line sighed. “You asked me to
remind you, sir. It’s Randi Rutger.” He snarled again, the Change coming over his features as
he fought to keep his animal at bay. “Give me five.” “Yes, sir.” “You’re really going to fuck me in five minutes?”
Marchessa turned her head to look at him, green eyes
flashing like St. Elmo’s Fire. As much as he’d be sorry to miss out on Marchessa’s
charms, Ms. Rutger held priority as she was currently
trying to sabotage his company. “No. You’re going to put
on your clothes, and you’re going to leave.” “Are you kidding me?” She bared her teeth. “Do I look like I’m kidding? I have important pack
business.” He straightened, pulling the cool veneer of
propriety down over his wolf, locking it down inside of
him. It snarled at the cage, rammed at the bars, but
Blake knew he couldn’t indulge the beast at the moment. “You’re an asshole.” She stuffed her feet into her shoes. “That’s what they say.” He arched a brow. What happened
to eating my heart? Blake rather imagined asking her the
question wouldn’t go over well, but it could be fun to
watch. The door was flung open just as Marchessa was leaving,
almost knocking the pretty she-wolf in the head. “Excuse me,” a voice said. “There’s no excuse for you, I’m sure.” The she-wolf
looked the other female up and down, then lifted her nose
in the air, scenting. “That’s what I thought.” His one o’clock, Miss Randi Rutger, narrowed her eyes
right back. “Same to you.” Randi Rutger obviously had no idea what Marchessa was
doing, smelling her to see just what kind of creature she
was—finding her human and therefore lacking. But Randi
was obviously an Alpha female and didn’t seem to care
what Marchessa intended, only in giving her the same
derision in turn. Good for her. Bad for him. She wasn’t going to make this easy. Especially since she smelled like…his. No, no, no. Not okay. He looked up at the ceiling, as if
the remedy for this situation was written there in gold.
Or excrement. He’d take anything, but what he thought it
was. Had to be Marchessa’s scent, he reassured himself. He’d
been taking her much too often and his body was starting
to identify her as his mate. That had to be it. Not a puny human. Especially not this puny human. From the burning hellfire in her eyes, she’d see him dead
rather than speak to him. That was an awful lot of hate
to be packed into a human heart. If she were Turned with
that kind of sour in her soul, it would be an ugly thing,
to be sure. Everything was more intense as a wolf—all
sensations, especially feelings. As a wolf, that rage
would make her a monster. Goddess, but she smelled delightful. Like sex, chocolate,
and all things good and true.
She narrowed her eyes. Apparently, she’d been speaking
while he’d been mentally stripping her out of that black
pencil skirt with his teeth. Mine. Nope. Mine. Nuh-uh. Mine. Damn it.
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