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

Things like this did not happen to me. I mean, did they happen to anyone? Thoughts like that plagued me the entire ride to his hotel.


I mean, did big, sexy, rich men—he didn’t have to tell me he was rich, the suit, car, bodyguard, and penthouse kind of gave it away—who looked like gods often swoop chubby little waitresses off their feet, kiss them senseless, and carry them back to their lair to have their wicked way with them?


Snort. Okay, so I’m a dork, but whatever.


Besides, I wasn’t wrong. I was pretty sure stuff like that was reserved for romance novels only. It certainly never happened to me.


I was a simple person. Not in the sense that I was dumb. Far from it. Degrees didn’t equal brains, but I was proud I’d earned a BA in English Literature from an online university.


I worked hard and was currently enrolled in three graduate classes, all virtual. They were the only kind I could take with my work schedule. But I’d been a bookworm since forever.


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