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

When I heard what that weak fucking excuse for a man said to my wife. When I saw his slimy fucking hands on her delicate wrist.


It was all I could do not to snap his fucking neck right there.


Shock was the only thing that stayed my hand the second it happened. Sheer surprise that even though I’d fucked up in so many ways with this woman, she’d stood up for me against that prick.


Goddamn. What a woman. I was a lucky man.


And Richard Hamilton was a dead motherfucker.


When I heard he’d bribed his way into Marat’s party, a sleight of hand I should have foreseen and wanted to kick my own ass for allowing, I fumed. And when he started to disparage her in front of those people, it was more than I could bear.


I would make my apologies to Marat about the infiltration to his wife’s and Sofia’s party tomorrow. That wouldn’t be allowed to happen again.


My team already received quite the fucking talking to about that.


Chapter THIRTY-TWO