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 penthouse that was my new home was absolutely stunning. I mean, I grew up wealthy, but I never dreamed I’d live on Billionaire’s Row.


I wasn’t one of those Jersey Girls who ran to the big city every chance she got, so I was sort of a tourist in Manhattan. I liked it, though.


The energy. The history. The architecture. Even the crowds.


But I was lonely. Even working again, I felt so damn alone.


Mario was always around. Not in the penthouse. But downstairs if I needed something. Today, he escorted me to and from the Manhattan location for St. E’s. Afterwards, he informed me that would be the way of things.


So, I didn’t need any of those bus routes I’d printed.


That was twenty minutes of my life I wasn’t getting back. Oh well.


Chewing my lip, I thought about the glass of white wine I was going to pour when I got home and sighed.


Almost there. Just as soon as traffic clears.


Chapter EIGHTEEN