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

“It’s too early,” I said, worry making me impatient and agitated.


“It just happens like that sometimes,” my beautiful wife said, comforting me as I held her hand inside the ambulance.


The vehicle slowed, and I barked at the EMT.


“What the fuck is going on? My wife needs to get to the hospital!”


“It’s traffic, sir. But no worries. We handle deliveries all the time if it gets too close.”


“Deliveries? That’s my baby, not a fucking pizza!” I snapped.


The young man paled, but I didn’t spare him another glance as my wife squeezed my hand and yelled for all she was worth.


“Her contractions are coming faster. Um, sir, I have to check to see how dilated she is,” the EMT said, and he had every reason to look afraid.


Even after almost a year of marriage, I was still a jealous fuck when it came to my wife. The second Destiny started to complain of backache I made a call to her OBGYN—who was a woman.


Chapter EPILOGUE TWO