Ergebnis für "Seattle Billionaires Band 3 Billion Dollar Catch" in Belletristik

Hat man Angst, verschwindet die Liebe. Wenn man liebt, dann verschwinden die Ängste. Nicholas Park ist eitel und selbstgefällig und hat in der Stadt einen ausgesprochen schlechten Ruf. Ihn interessiert nicht, was andere denken und er ist kein Typ, mit dem man sich anfreundet. Blair hatte niemals damit gerechnet, dass er ihr einen Job in seinem Unternehmen anbietet. Schließlich konnte er sie, die kleine Schwester seines besten Freundes, noch nie leiden. Doch Blair ergreift die Chance und lässt sich nicht unterkriegen. Weder von seinen finsteren Blicken noch ihren Streitigkeiten.

John Salvatore Fontanelli ist ein armer Schlucker, bis er eine unglaubliche Erbschaft macht: ein Vermögen, das ein entfernter Vorfahr im 16. Jahrhundert hinterlassen hat und das durch Zins und Zinseszins in fast 500 Jahren auf über eine Billion Dollar angewachsen ist. Der Erbe dieses Vermögens, so heißt es im Testament, werde einst der Menschheit die verlorene Zukunft wiedergeben. John tritt das Erbe an. Er legt sich Leibwächter zu, verhandelt mit Ministern und Kardinälen.

I may be a shy letter carrier, but when my beloved apartment building is threatened by a mysterious and reclusive billionaire, I’m willing to push the envelope. I’m going to march right up to Malcolm Blackberg’s fortress of fierceness and deliver a cease-and-desist notice he can’t refuse. Except as soon as I get inside his gilded doors, things go sideways - I’m mistaken for Malcolm’s court-ordered emotional intelligence coach, as if I’m acting out a wacky postal carrier cosplay.

CHASE - I've been on my own since my parents kicked me out. I made my first million at twenty and never looked back. Then I found out I was the long, lost son of the wealthy and powerful Winters family. Their name means fame, fortune, power. F--k that. Blood doesn’t make a bond. The Winters might be glad they’ve found me, but they need to understand one thing: I was never lost. Until now. When a mix-up leaves me homeless, I find myself living in Winters House. It's too close. Too much. Too in my face. The little café down the street is the perfect escape. Perfect coffee.

I’ve got her brother’s approval, but now it’s Claire that I really have to convince. She doesn’t believe we have the right ingredients for a real relationship—so she only agrees to pretend to be my girlfriend to help me close a deal in New York. I believe she’s about to discover exactly how I roll when I know what I want. And what I want is her.

Curvaceous beauty Hilary Rosenberg doesn't believe in love. She only goes out with nice guys who won't expect passionate romance - until a notorious womanizer demands she repay a favor with four weeks of counterfeit dates. Billionaire playboy Mark Pryce doesn't do relationships. In fact, he's never been with the same woman for more than three months. But when his matchmaking mother tries to sabotage his bachelorhood, he needs a stand-in girlfriend. Luckily, Hilary owes him big time.

I’ve got a big...ego and an even bigger bank account. That’s pretty much where my bio ends. I don’t need to say anything else. I’ve just sold 99% of women on going home with me. Do I sound like a jerk to you? That’s because I am. It works for me just fine. Or at least it did. Until I met her. Books talk about sparks flying. Screw that. With her, it was like emergency flares mixed with jet fuel. Or maybe just straight up napalm. Only one problem. She wouldn’t tell me her name or her number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest night of my life.