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

Okay ladies, I am starting this texting chain because I have an idea. 


How did you guys get my phone number and why are your contacts already in here? And OMG is my name shortened? 


Sweetie, just breathe. Your husband is not called Big Bad for nothing. He handles all Volkov Industries securities, so if you think exchanging all our info so we can text chat is wild, just wait! 


Sof, be nice. Meredith probably thinks we’re creepy! 


I don’t think you’re creepy. LOL. I was just surprised. Okay, Sof, so what’s the idea? 


Yoga? Yuck. No, thank you! Saturday Night Live killed that for me with the whole hot yoga skit. My idea is this: sourdough. 


Pretty sure someone beat you to that Sof. 


Chapter THIRTY-SIX