C.D. Gorri

These wild billionaire playboys are used to getting their way…

There isn’t much money can’t buy, especially when it comes to pleasure. But can these curvy women tame these billionaire beasts and win their love? Or will their souls be sucked into oblivion by the wanton bliss their bodies crave more and more with every surrender?

Each of our heroes wears a mask on the outside to face the world, but his disguise comes off when he runs into the one female who makes his blood run hot. Need and possessive passion abound in these books, but our heroes know only one way to control their desires.

Will they f*ck the feeling they see as weakness out of their systems, or will their needs only grow more wild with every touch, kiss, and plunge into ecstasy with the object of his affections?

Wild Billionaire Romance

Lunch at the in-laws was not something I looked forward to. But Marat asked me to go with him, and he’d been so sweet the past week, I couldn’t refuse.


He’d come home early from the office every day. Well, early for him, but what I imagined was a normal time for most people, six o’clock or around then. We ate dinner together every night. Watched TV. Listened to music. And we always made love.


Shit. I had to stop thinking about the sex we shared as making love. It confused things, and I was already too emotionally involved as it was.


Marat was an unexpected foodie, and he took me to the best hole in the wall eateries Manhattan offered. He loved it all. And so did I.


“I can’t believe of all the places we’ve been so far hot dogs are your favorite,” he said, tsking and grinning at me as we drove to his brother’s house.


Chapter THIRTY