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

That was it. Two little words, then we were married.


No flowers. No rings. No personal vows.


Just a whispered I do from the both of us.


How could two little words have such importance in a person’s life?


I sat across from Josef in the dining room of our hotel suite not paying attention to anything I was eating.


It was delicious. I’m sure it was. I just didn’t taste it.


I was a wife now. The reality of it sat squarely on my chest, suffocating me with its irrefutable truth.


Years ago, this was exactly what I wanted. To belong to this big, brooding man.


Over one day, he’d shown me a dozen different sides to him.


He was quiet, demanding, bossy, ruthless, and yet he’d been tender and kind. His behavior contradicted his words, and I felt lost.


But I was not loved. Not cherished. Not half of the things our vows claimed.


Chapter ELEVEN