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

It all started when I stepped into a pile of cat shit.


Yeah, cats used litter boxes, but only when they're clean. Some cats were pickier than others, according to the internet, and everyone knew the internet was always right.


I had a system in place. I scooped daily and changed the cat litter every eight days.


Rocky was still technically a kitten. Only nine months old, or so the animal rescue place had said. He shouldn’t require more frequent cleaning than that.


It was a jumbo sized litter box, for Pete’s sake!


Meredith had been kind enough to allow pets in the Morristown housing where Sammy and I recently moved. It was an offsite location from the Manhattan branch of St. Elizabeth’s Shelter for Women and Children.


Sammy and I were residents there for a couple of months, but Gary had found us and started sending letters with thinly veiled threats. He showed up twice, harassing the poor employees who worked there, some of them volunteers.


Chapter ONE ELLIE