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 was so amped up about her coming face to face with her ex, it was all I could do to keep on breathing.


I was used to pushing myself. To facing uncomfortable situations head on. But I didn’t like the idea of Ellie being in the same room as him.


That motherfucker owed me a debt, and I intended to collect.


I had to remind myself of that frequently as the driver maneuvered the crowded streets.


There was the usual rush hour traffic, plus the dinner crowd out and about on the glittering streets of Manhattan.


I understood the reason behind the sparkly shit. It was a little Mica and Silicarb mixed with the cement and asphalt.


To a kid from Hoboken, New York was still the Big Apple. It was a concrete jungle.


If you could make it there, well, you knew the rest.


Chapter THIRTY ANDRES