New York City gives the start of a romance. Or does it?

Selena Duchmond is a single 31-year-old Marketing Manager at a humongous real estate company for the last month. She’s a curvy girl, with a professional attitude, and nothing intimidates her, not even the hottest and wealthiest guys out there. Personal problems? Three million dollars in debts for her side family business since the economic crisis, and a shitty health. Are these problems keeping her out of being an Alpha girl in her all? Not at all. Nobody in the office knows about her problems. She’s just considered the fatty, arrogant ass. Oh! And the Ice Queen. Ice Queen? She keeps all male population in a friendzone manner or strictly business. Why? She doesn’t believe in true love. All attempts on her from guys are considered as fake and unreliable promises. Her only wish is to restore peace and stability in her family.

When the hot billionaire is waiting for the Marketing Manager at the meeting who is kind of late, and lays his eyes on her, though she’s not his type in general, a strong impression envelopes his being. Seeing she’s not having any reaction at the sight of him, his interest spikes so much that the burning fire of having her urges him to accept the challenge of making her his….
What will he do to make her his? Will he take advantage of her financial situation to turn things into his favor? Will he be the fire that will melt the ice that traps her heart? Will she make him a one woman’s man? Will she surrender to him? Will their story be a romance of true, pure love? One thing is for sure, she’s his Angel and he’s her Satan.

Icy Shots on a Hot Billionaire - Racing Book 1

 “PUT ME DOWN! DEMON!” She’s screaming the hell out on my shoulder. 


“RICK! GIVE ME YOUR GUN! NOW! GIVE ME THE GUN!” She’s extending her hand to take it in case he gives it to her. 


Oh! I’ll give you mine in a second, baby. Don’t worry. You’ll have the best gun ever. I’m a full package. You’ll have it all night and for the rest of your life… 


I have a devilish smirk in the corner of my mouth. 


 “Madam? I…” He’s probably seeing her transfigured face because of fear. His voice is concerned. 


Get out, Rick. I’ll fucking kill you. 


 “GIVE ME THE GUUUUN!” She’s squeezing my suit jacket with one hand on my back and with the other in the air to get the gun. 


I slap her ass again to make her calm down a bit. I feel her heartbeats are as a rock and roll beat. 


Calm down, Angel. You’re not going to pass out on me again. I’ll have you. That’s final! 


Chapter 34 - Clash Of The Titans