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

St. Elizabeth’s offsite housing was actually an old Victorian remodeled to offer five smallish apartments, if you counted the basement apartment where Mrs. Stevens, the caretaker, stayed.


Each one was big enough for two people to share. In Ellie’s case that meant her and Sammy.


There was nothing wrong with the house. It was fine. But my hackles went up every time I thought about her living there.


It was boorish of me, I knew that. But I couldn’t help it. Ellie deserved better. She deserved the best. She deserved me.


It wasn’t conceit that had me calling myself the best. It was fact. No one else could possibly feel about that woman the way I did.


She was all I thought about. Everything I saw, heard, smelled, felt.


Yeah, I was sick. Borderline fucking psycho. But what could I say?


Ellie and me, we were simply meant to be. I believed that with every fiber of my being.


Chapter FOUR ANDRES