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

 Justin showed the way through some hallways, until we reached what he said it’s Eric’s personal changing and resting room. Then he has left us alone. It’s a luxurious one with a shower, different fighting costumes, some swords and stuff like that. It also has a hanging punching sack. An Everlast red one. There is also a wide wall mirror and a small bed. A table with four chairs and a minibar on the left side of the room. On the table there are snacks and food stuff, and a big bottle of Jack and ice near it. I find on it an ashtray and a cold Pepsi Max, and yeah, a latte. On one chair, there’s a cushion, too. Eric didn’t say anything all the way, just held tightly my hand and followed me. 


 “Eric? You will fight with those?” I study the swords. Those are deadly ones. I have my heart pierced when I remember that dream where Jason stabbed his heart. I rub my heart again. 


Chapter 36 - Ultimate Fighter