Scandalous Billionaires
Eve Gaddy, Katherine
Garbera, Kathleen O’Brien,
Mimi Wells, Nancy Robards Thompson
Publication date: May 3rd 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: May 3rd 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Escape to
Italy’s fabled Amalfi Coast with five USA Today Bestselling and award-winning
authors for a limited time at a special price – only $0.99!
The exclusive Isola del Sole is a
billionaires’ playground. Intrigue, adrenaline, and deception rule the day for
the wealthy De Luca brothers and their closest friends—but only the right women
can ignite their passions during the hot Amalfi nights…
The Billionaire’s
Temptation
Rocco De Luca lives and loves in the fast lane. Filling in for his older
brother for a few weeks sounds… well, boring. Until he meets Steffi Harlan,
who’s in charge of keeping the playboy out of trouble. Except Steffi isn’t
immune to Rocco’s charms.
They burn up the nights they spend together… But can they both survive love in
the fast lane?
The Billionaire’s
Deception
Shel Myerson, wildly successful TV mogul, has no privacy thanks to a recent and
ugly public breakup. What he doesn’t expect is to be mistaken as an employee by
Janine Pike, the one person in Europe who also doesn’t have any idea who he is.
Shel and Janine discover their chemistry is combustible–but will their budding
relationship survive the heat once the press catches on?
The Billionaire’s Betrayal
Matteo De Luca’s single focus is rebuilding his hotel empire, and he’s close to
achieving his goal, but there’s a sexy distraction standing in his way. Helena
Von Lienz knows it’s finally time to let go. But what she finds are some
unexpected truths about her late hubby, and a strong sensual shared desire with
Matteo.
Will mixing business with pleasure be the end, or just the beginning, for
Matteo and Helena?
The Billionaire’s Secret
When Sophie Smith’s dearest friend asks her to be her stand in at an Amalfi
resort, Sophie won’t let her down. Turns out, she get used to this life,
especially handsome gardener Declan Muldoon who’s more thrilling than any of
the billionaires around.
But Sophie’s not the only one pretending. Declan is actually the black sheep of
a very wealthy family, a man in need of an heiress. An heiress exactly like who
Sophie is pretending to be…
The Billionaire’s Charade
Summer St. Croix hates weddings. But when she meets hot-as-sin Luke Vanetti, he
promises to give her a reason to like them. It’s all sexy fun and games until
Summer realizes that Luke is none other than her new boss. And her first
assignment is posing as his fiance.
Playing the happy couple is hard enough during the day, but the nights might
turn the charade into more than just a job for both of them.
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The Billionaire’s Deception by Mimi Wells
“Signorina.”
“Hmm?” Janine Pike
didn’t want to open her eyes.
The buttery smooth
voice could have been conjured out of the decadent dream she’d been having.
Something involving champagne, of course.
“Signorina.”
Silk lingerie.
Candlelight. Chocolate. A Hemsworth giving her a foot massage.
“Signorina.” The
voice was insistent now.
She shaded her eyes,
cracked one open just a slit, and instantly regretted it. Apparently she’d had
a lot more limoncello to drink last night than she’d thought.
“What is it?” she
asked.
A slim, Italian man,
dressed in a finely-cut linen suit with an open-collar shirt, peered down at
her, his expensive calfskin loafers wildly out of place on this stretch of
beach. “Your friends—”
She cut him off with
a careless wave.
“They’re getting
something off the boat.”
“There is no boat,
signorina.”
“Of course there’s a
boat,” Janine huffed, sitting up and frowning. “The À Bientôt. It’s right
over…”
Her voice trailed off
as she took in the scene around her. Plastic cups and empty bottles littered
the sand near the ashes of a makeshift fire pit. A silver hoop earring glinted,
half-buried, beneath an abandoned hot pink bikini top. Not hers— Simone’s. But
Simone, her boyfriend Christophe, and their gaggle of hot young European
friends Janine had been partying with last night on the beach were nowhere to
be seen. Neither was the boat. Or, to her horror, her backpack containing her
entire wardrobe, her European journals, and her passport.
Panicked, she
scrabbled in her pocket for her phone and came up with only acrumpled € 20 note
and some lint.
Oh, God. Her phone. Sometime last night she’d
gotten up to charge it and— yep. It was probably exactly where she left it,
plugged into one of the outlets in the galley of Christophe’s cruiser, which
was God-knew-where in the iridescent waters off the Amalfi Coast by now.
À Bientôt, indeed. So
long, sucker.
“This is not
happening,” she murmured, trying to quell her rising panic. She’d been in
Europe for three months. Three months with no huge problems. When she’d stepped
on the plane at Hartsfield International airport in Atlanta back in April, her
mother had hugged her tight and made her swear to be cautious, to be safe, to
come back in one piece. And Janine had promised. Up until now, it had been an
easy promise to keep.
“Signorina, there is
one more thing—”
“What?” she barked,
hating the panicky sound in her voice. This wasn’t her.
“There is the small
matter of the bill.”
She gulped. There’d
been a lot of drinking last night. More than the pile of bottles here
indicated. Definitely more than twenty euros’ worth, for sure.
“My friend left his
credit card with the bartender,” she explained, pointing toward the marina’s
upscale rooftop bar.
The man pursed his
reddish lips, his disdain clear. “The card has been declined.”
Damn Cristophe and
his expensive tastes. And his enthusiasm. Last night was the first time she’d
let herself get really looped. Even at home, she wasn’t a big drinker, and with
the constant threat of “some lunatic with a pocket full of roofies,” as her
roommate Hannah warned, Janine was more likely to order one drink and nurse it,
keep it close, than she was to indulge.
But not last night.
Last night had been a beer (only one), limoncello (dangerously delicious), and
grappa (kill me now)-fueled blur. Simone— blonde, giggling Simone— had kept
pace with Janine, Christophe, and the trio of Italian layabouts they’d picked
up in Portofino and seemed none the worse for wear. Typical. Simone’s capacity
had been campus legend at the small college they’d attended together. Ginormous
linemen couldn’t keep up with her. Janine was a fool to have tried. But she was
nearing the end of her trip, so she’d gone for it.
Man, had that been a
mistake. The departure date on her ticket— oh, God, the ticket!— was looming
ever closer. She only had a few days left. Only a few days to indulge. Only a
few days to soak in the culture she wouldn’t be able to afford to visit again
for years.
Only a few days to
find her.
Janine had saved the
Isola del Sole until last. Not just because it was famous for its turquoise seas,
its flowers, its history. But because she lived here. Stéphanie, her sister.
The Billionaire’s Betrayal by Nancy Robards Thompson
“Your husband was a
good man, Baroness. I’m sorry for your loss.” A good man. Was he?
Helena Von Lienz
smiled politely and bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from asking the
stranger the question that had been burning in her gut since her late husband,
Anton Von Lienz, died in the fiery crash off the Amalfi Coast highway six
months ago with Enzo De Luca, patriarch of the esteemed De Luca family.
But the well-wisher
had already moved along the impromptu receiving line to speak to Matteo De
Luca, oldest son of Enzo, who stood next Lena. Another unknown person stepped
up to gush similar empty sentiments.
Matteo had assured
her only family would attend the memorial service to scatter Anton’s and Enzo’s
ashes. She certainly hadn’t counted on each and every person queuing up to
express their condolences. But somehow, after the memorial, she and Matteo had
found themselves wedged into a corner of the terrace under a fruit-bearing
lemon tree that was next to an obnoxiously lush bougainvillea. She was numb
with grief, so fresh it felt as if the accident had happened yesterday rather
than nearly half a year ago. In some ways, it seemed as if Anton had been gone
for a long time. In other ways, it seemed as if it was just yesterday. Due to
the nature of the accident – the car plunging off the cliff – the Italian
police had investigated. It had taken time. So only now were they here,
scattering the ashes, saying their goodbyes.
Lena glanced down the
seemingly endless line of well-wishers. It snaked around the lavish infinity
pool that blended into the Mediterranean from its perch high atop the upper
patio of the De Luca family’s compound on the aptly named crescent-shaped
island of Isola della Luna.
Obviously, the
meaning of family was relative to the De Luca clan. Their nuclear family
included the five De Luca brothers, Matteo, Rocco, Nico, Marco and Alessandro.
When she factored in other blood relations such as their nona, various uncles
and cousins – and who could forget Prince Santino III, the reigning monarch of
Isola del Sole – he was related to them somehow, but Lena couldn’t remember
exactly – the guest list became unmanageable.
When the honorary
family was added in – heaven forbid they left out anyone – it was downright
ridiculous. Judging by the crowd, Lena wondered if there was a single soul left
on the big island, Isola del Sole. But her shoes pinched and her face hurt from
forced cordiality, which didn’t match how she felt inside. Inside, she was just
numb. All she wanted was to excuse herself and disappear from this infernal
ring of hell that had ripped wide open the wounds she’d worked so hard to heal.
When Matteo had
called her about plans for the joint memorial service, Lena had almost
declined. Standing here now, she wished she had opted for something more
private, because returning to the place where her husband had lost his life was
a lot more difficult than she expected for so many different reasons.
But the stark reality
remained— scattering Anton’s ashes by herself hadn’t felt right either. Since
Anton didn’t have family, except for three ex-wives who had come before Lena
and couldn’t be bothered to attend the service, it seemed as if the De Lucas
were the closest thing to relatives Anton had. He’d certainly spent enough time
at the family’s private compound. In the fourteen years that Lena had been
married to Anton, she’d never been invited.
Until now.
Her heart was heavy.
But when Matteo had said, “The famiglia needs closure. Enzo’s and Anton’s
friends need closure. I’m sure you do, too,” she’d agreed to leave Miami and
make the trek back to the Amalfi coast she where she’d vowed she’d never return.
Famous last words.
When she set aside
her pride, she had to admit there probably wasn’t a better final resting place
for her late husband.
Now that she was
here, she wished she could find the peace of mind and heart that Matteo claimed
would come through a simple ceremony where people told heartwarming and
sometimes bawdy stories about the men.
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