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’d had a message from my brother back in Jersey and my mother’s health was rapidly deteriorating. I was filled with the usual guilt and angst as I sent him my last two hundred bucks.


Money didn’t make up for twelve years of absence, and I only hoped he understood how I felt. My family life had pretty much ended when I was eighteen. But that didn’t mean I’d stopped caring.


Two hundred dollars didn’t make up for anything, but it was all I could afford. Rent was due. My roommate skipped out. And if I didn’t give in to my manager, I was likely going to get fired.


The weight of the guilt I carried was enough to bring me to my knees. Add to it the pressure of trying to maintain my job and keep the wolves at bay, and it was a perfect recipe for disaster.


Mr. Royce’s beady eyes pinned me in place, and I did my best to hide the revulsion I felt. He was a slimy creep who used his position to force women into bed.


Chapter THREE