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 felt her tense, and I rubbed my palm up and down her back.


“Do you want to tell me?” I asked, allowing myself to hope.


“I think I have to tell you,” she replied, and I frowned.


Have to wasn’t the same as want to. I tensed.


A bad feeling crept through me as I held my wife in the dimly lit guest room. We should probably move to our bed, but I was too comfortable to get up just yet.


Besides, I didn’t want to break the fragile trust we were building.


“I need you to understand what really happened all those years ago.”


“That night, at the stroke of midnight, when I turned eighteen, I could hardly breathe when I found you in the garden,” she whispered.


I was immediately thrust back in time to that night. Fuck, she was so beautiful. A redheaded angel, skin so soft and pale, she’d glowed in the moonlight.


Chapter TWENTY-THREE