Ergebnis für "Bought by the Billionaire Book 1 Bought for Marriage" in Liebeskomödie

I'm Vicky, the dog whisperer. (Not really, but that's what my elderly neighbor says whenever I walk her dog, Smuckers.) When she dies, she surprises everybody by leaving a corporation worth billions to Smuckers...and she leaves Smuckers to me. Suddenly, I go from running my Etsy store to sitting in an elegant Wall Street boardroom with Smuckers in my lap. And my neighbor's son, Henry Locke, aka New York's most eligible bachelor, glaring across the table at me. Rumor has it Henry's a business genius who's as talented in the bedroom as he is in the boardroom.

Eine vorgetäuschte Ehe und unser beider Probleme sind gelöst – eine Win-Win-Situation! Doch von Tag zu Tag wird es schwieriger, sich an die Regeln zu halten und sich nicht zu verlieben. Doch wird Royce mich auch dann noch lieben, wenn er mein kleines Geheimnis erfährt? Als Royce mir das Herz brach, schwor ich mir, mich nie wieder zu verlieben. Doch als meine Freunde mich auf einem Berg Schulden sitzen ließen und ich nicht mehr weiterwusste, hatte ich keine andere Wahl – ich musste Royce um Hilfe bitten. Und er willigte ein, mir bei meinen Problemen zu helfen.

When I'm late for a job interview and get stuck on an elevator with an annoyingly sexy, ancient-Rome-obsessed grump, the last thing I expect is for him to be the billionaire owner of the building. I also don't expect to almost kill him...accidentally, of course.

I brandish equations like lightning bolts and shatter fortunes with mere scribbles on a whiteboard. People up and down Wall Street steer clear of me—or come to regret it. My walls are impenetrable as Alcatraz, and my self-control? Rock solid, my friend. Except when it comes to her. The woman I've secretly longed for. The only woman I can never have. My best friend’s little sister, Stella.

"Don't worry. I can't get pregnant." Famous last words. I said them to a hot one-night stand during my divorce-cation to reassure him when the condom broke. After all, one of the reasons my marriage ended is that I couldn't get pregnant, and my terrible ex blamed me for it.

When Alana Riley quit Julliard to care for her ailing father, she never imagined she’d be working minimum wage jobs and struggling to pay the mortgage. Her latest job is the temp secretary at Corday Enterprises—working for none other than the charismatic playboy, Steele Corday. Steele Corday deliberately tarnishes his reputation in the hopes of dashing his father’s plan to make him a senator. Only his father is two steps ahead—and he’s got just the thing to fix Steele’s reputation—a fake fiancée. In a bid to undermine his father, Steele makes a deal with the cute temp.

On the night of their high school graduation, Grayson Matthews asked his girlfriend's father if he could marry her. He wasn't expecting excitement - them being so young - but the blatant refusal and threat to disown Emma if Grayson ever said a word came as a complete shock. Knowing he couldn't stay in town and watch her fall in love and marry someone else, Grayson left. Now, 10 years later he's back, and with that secret still hanging between them, his only choice is to keep her at a distance so the truth never hurts her.

Sara Lynch needs an escape from her mother's soap-opera life. When she gets a call from the nursing agency saying a confidential client needs care, it's the perfect opportunity to get the break she craves - two weeks in a mountain lodge taking care of billionaire and former football star Liam Thomas.

My new boss has it all. In spades. Gorgeous green eyes? Check. Hard-and-sexy body? Check. Intelligence? Check. Success? A big fat billionaire.... Check. Too bad I haven't started out on the best foot. My big mouth has already turned him against me, and tempting good looks and success aside, Trent Turner is no peach either. He's stubborn and thick-headed, and son of a fruitcake, he thinks he knows everything there is to know about the hotel business. But that's not all. See, he isn't just my billionaire boss from hell. He's my new neighbor, too.

He’s the devil himself: Damon Copeland (he practically carries a pitchfork), fiery-hot, a torturously sexy body, and a killer smile (if he ever smiled). He’s also the top dog at my father’s company and my brother’s best friend. Oh, and someone I accidentally slept with. In my defense, that was before I knew who he was and before he hired me. Now, my one-night stand has turned into my boss. What’s worse, he’s Mr. Bosshole Superior: brutish, broody, and impatient. He’s also 6’4". And I’m pretty sure he hates me. But it’s not as if I planned any of this.