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

I was so pathetic, I couldn’t even curse him out in my own head!


Andres Ramirez. Recently made partner in Volkov Industries. Certifiable genius, according to Meredith, who happened to impart the information after she saw his IQ test results.


So what if he was single? And sexy. And nice to small children.


I tried not to listen when Mer, Sof, and Des chatted about their men and Andres since he was part of their inner circle.


One very big, very scary problem to be precise.


My now ex-husband—the divorce papers came through while I was at the shelter, thank God—was demanding alimony from me and visitation with Sammy.


I was so mad I could spit. But I would give him money if it meant keeping him away from Sammy. But he wouldn’t back down.


All Gary Peters ever wanted was Maxwell Mining.


Chapter EPILOGUE TWO