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 drive back to Manhattan from Morristown was agonizingly slow.


Josef focused on the road, but I was a bundle of nerves. The stain on his shirt got bigger. I found a handkerchief and pressed it against the wound, and other than a flick of his gaze to where I touched him, he didn’t even flinch.


He shifted the vehicle into park the second we reached the garage. Then he jumped out of the seat, opening my door before I even had the chance to get unbuckled.


One of his men was waiting there to take the keys, and more stood guard as Josef lifted me out of the SUV, refusing to put me down.


“The doc is waiting outside the front door, Boss,” Mario said, and I wondered how he beat us home.


Then I saw the big SUV parked behind the one Josef had driven and I realized my bodyguard had followed us all the way back.


“Thank you, Mario,” I said, and my husband growled.


I pressed closer to him, the move must have been the right thing to do, because he stopped his grumbling.


Chapter FORTY-FOUR