Sweet Billionaire Romance Bundle

A collection of three full-length novels for fans of Hallmark-style, slow burn romance. Fall in love with warmhearted billionaires who aren't afraid to break the bank for the women they love. Epic kisses on the beach guaranteed!

Book One: A Suave Billionaire's Secret Life

Kelsey assumed Mitch was just a regular guy—an amazing, regular guy—when he saved her from a mugger after one of his prize fights. But handsome strangers one meets in alleys aren't always who they seem to be. And when she runs into Mitch at a gala for the rich and famous, the truth comes out. She’s not sure what to believe when she sees him for who he really is.


Book Two: A Sincere Billionaire's Forever Love

When Raul meets a vivacious school principal that captures his heart, he’s bursting with excitement to begin their new adventure. But a different kind of adventure just showed up on Marie’s doorstep in the form of a sweet foster child. The boy is in desperate need of Marie’s special brand of love, and there’s no way she'd ever turn him away—not when she’s ached for the day she’d share her heart and home with a child. When Raul meets Marie’s new foster-son, pain he’s run from for so long roars back to life, causing him to wonder if he has what it takes to open his heart again.


Book Three: A Spoken-for Billionaire's Fake Fiancée

When Lily walked into her boss’s office with her resignation letter in hand, the last thing she expected was to leave the room ten minutes later with a new job description: fake fiancée. But she can’t turn down the kind of money Jonas is offering for a single day on the job—not when it could fund her dream of moving to Paris and pursuing the career of her dreams. But what happens when a quick job turns out to be a whole lot longer than they bargained for? Will their hearts survive the strain of faking emotions that have their root in reality?

Excerpt from A Suave Billionaire's Secret Life

Kelsey St. James pulled her cardigan closed, hugging her body for warmth. Her sensible ballet flats padded silently down the sidewalk of a road littered with garbage. Run-down apartment buildings towered overhead and lined either side of the street. A simple faux leather purse hung at her side, its strap resting diagonally across her chest. It slapped her hip with each hurried step she took.

A man wearing a stained and wrinkled trench coat stepped out of the shadows of a seedy looking alley between two of the buildings she approached. Black, greasy hair curled up from beneath a stocking cap covered in filth. He wasn’t much taller than her five-foot, eight-inch frame, but what he lacked in height he made up for in boldness. From the smell of him, Kelsey imagined that he must have spent the better part of the day napping in one of the rusty dumpsters sitting in the alley.

He invaded her space with an outstretched hand. “I’m trying to get home. Got any money?”

Shocked by his forwardness, Kelsey stepped back until she bumped into the corner of the apartment building. She clutched her purse to her chest. “I’m sorry, but I don’t carry cash.”

The man’s eyes darkened as a menacing sneer crept onto his face. “Why don’t you open up your purse and prove it.”

Kelsey’s heart leapt into her throat when he pulled a long-bladed knife from his coat. He used his body to block the weapon from view of anyone happening to drive down the street. Her lungs pumped air in and out of her chest at a frantic pace, but she still couldn’t catch her breath.

“Take it. Just take the whole purse and go.”

“It’s not that easy. I’m going to prove you out to be a liar. Step into my office.” The blade glinted in the light of the streetlamps as they flickered to life for the night. Pressing its pointed tip into her ribs, he wrapped the grimy fingers of his other hand around her arm.

Jagged, yellow fingernails snagged the delicate fibers of her sweater when he slung her up against one of the buildings lining the alley. Her stomach twisted with panic. Dread filled her heart as she realized she was about to become the latest crime statistic in the Bronx—the burning question in her mind was, which crime? With eyes darting from side to side, she searched for a way of escape.

“Let’s have the bag.” Placing the knife dangerously close to her heart, he caught the purse strap with the edge and sliced through it with a flick of his wrist. Tearing the bag open, he rifled through it until his fingers landed on her wallet at the bottom. He threw her purse to the ground, sending its contents rolling across the alley. “Now for the goodies,” he said.

Rage flashed across his face when he popped her wallet clasp open. “What is this?” His ragged voice shook her to the core. “It’s empty.”

“I-I told you. I don’t carry cash.”

He slammed her wallet to the ground. “Well, we’re about to have a problem then, aren’t we?”

“Yes, we are.” A deep, masculine voice called out a challenge from a short distance down the alley. “Walk away, and you won’t get hurt.”

Kelsey craned her neck to get a look at the speaker, but he was hidden from her line of sight by a dumpster leaking a stomach-turning soup of putrid liquid.

Her mugger turned on the man, concealing his weapon in the shadows. “Nobody likes a hero. Walk away and you won’t get hurt.”

“Not happening.” The confidence in the man’s steady voice made it clear he wasn’t going anywhere. Kelsey placed a hand on her stomach, clutching her shirt with white knuckles.

“You want to do this? Come on, let’s go,” said the greasy-haired man in front of her.

Kelsey’s heart thundered in her ears as her rescuer stepped into view. A single, yellowed incandescent bulb from across the alley illuminated his chiseled features. His square jaw line was set with determination as he pinned her attacker with a no-nonsense glare. He squared his broad shoulders, taking a defensive posture as the criminal stepped toward him, his powerful build leaving a long shadow along the cracked pavement beneath his feet.

“He’s got a knife!” Kelsey screeched a warning the moment the thief whipped his blade out and lunged for the stranger who was risking it all to save her.

The newcomer was all business as one of his powerful hands took control of the man’s attacking limb with a vice grip on the wrist. With the other, he struck the mugger’s grimy shoulder open-palmed, driving him backward. This superhero-esque New Yorker sidestepped his assailant and came in behind him. Every move was so fast that Kelsey wasn’t quite sure how it had happened, but the violent man’s arm was now locked into a merciless submission hold.

She clapped her hands over her mouth when her rescuer let loose with a wild flurry of knee strikes. The trapped man’s legs finally gave out, bringing him to his knees. Relief washed over her at the metallic clatter of the knife hitting the ground. Her new favorite person in all the world landed a final, savage blow to the man’s ribcage before shoving him to the side and securing the blade.

The defeated man in the trench coat scrambled away as best he could. He stumbled off into the darkness, leaving Kelsey alone in the alley with her good Samaritan.

Her breath caught in her throat when he rushed up to her, concern coloring his handsome face.

“Are you all right?”

Kelsey couldn’t form a single word as his bear-like hands came to rest on her upper arms. Finally, she sucked in a deep, shaky breath. “Kelsey. I’m Kelsey.”

Her cheeks flushed when his concern melted into a smile, amusement flickering in his green eyes. “Nice to meet you, Kelsey. I’m Mitch.”