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

The roar left my body the second I saw what she was about to do.


I raised my own gun, unloading it into that motherfucker’s body while shoving my beautiful wife down onto the ground and twisting us both so that I was covering her with my bulk.


I didn’t know if it was a clean hit. But I prayed I’d caught his retaliating rounds, and that my sweet Meredith was safe.


As long as she was whole, I didn’t care what he did to me.


My team entered behind me. They had Franklin covered, but I didn’t ease off my wife, I didn’t drop the still smoking pistol onto the floor, until they gave the all clear.


Then I was all over her. Turning her over and checking her for harm.


I frantically ran my hands over her body, searching for blood, wounds, anything.


Her eyes slowly opened, the green irises so damn beautiful I couldn’t breathe for looking at them.


Chapter FORTY-THREE