Reunited
with the Rebel Billionaire
Bayou Billionaires #3
Bayou Billionaires #3
by Catherine Mann
Releasing
April 1st, 2016 (Ebook)
Releasing
April 5th 2016 (Print)
Harlequin
Harlequin
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Reunited with the Rebel
Billionaire (Bayou Billionaires, #3) . . .
Now who can resist a rebel bad boy, that happens to be a football player, a billionaire , a bit damaged, oh let us not forget hot, hunky, sex on a
stick, and irresistible. Well I have to be the barer of bad news. I did.
I liked Henri but I did not fall in lusty hot need for him. He was complicated. Understandably so with the life he has had to endure since his mom walked out and then there was his father. All this created a coating around him and his heart, but he did what he did not think he would. He fell in love. He loved his wife. He wanted the marriage to work.
The woman he wants is Fiona. I did not even fall in like with her a little bit. I wanted to slap her most of the book. But that was a good thing for me. I had some very set emotions that made me feel throughout the read. I may not have loved Fiona or falling into lusty hot need for Henri, but I enjoyed there story. I found that it connected with the first two books in this series.
**This ARC was provided via
Tasty Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.**
Bayou Billionaires series - Secrets and scandal are a Cajun family legacy for the Reynauds...
His Pregnant Princess Bride - Bayou Billionaires, #1 - by Catherine Mann
His Secretary's Surprise Fiancé - Bayou Billionaires, #2 - by Joanne Rock
Reunited with the Rebel Billionaire - Bayou Billionaires, #3 - by Catherine Mann
Secret Baby Scandal - Bayou Billionaires, #4 - by Joanne Rock
Blurb
Is it a real reunion, or one for the
cameras? It's a second-chance romance from USA TODAY bestselling author Catherine
Mann!
Football star Henri Reynaud won't let
his career go down without a fight. If the only way to win is to reconcile with
his estranged wife, he'll do what it takes. But spending time with Fiona
Harper-Reynaud isn't just some ruse. The sultry beauty belongs in his bed.
Fiona doesn't know where her sexy
husband's public act ends and his real feelings begin. Can she afford to fall a
second time for the man every female wants? One thing is
undeniable—their attraction has never flared hotter!
Buy
Links:
(Grand Prize: Catherine Mann's RESCUE ME, PURSUED BY THE RICH RANCHER and
Joanne Rock's HER MAN ADVANTAGE, animal rescue goodies (US ONLY), and Second Prize: the first two books in the
Bayou Billionaires series- HIS PREGNANT PRINCESS BRIDE & HIS SECRETARY'S
SURPRISE FIANCE (US and INLT))
Henri took risks in his job on a
regular basis. Sure, his teammates worked their asses off to prevent a hard
tackle from his blindside. But he understood and accepted that every time he
stepped onto the field, he could suffer a career ending injury.
Fans called him brave.
Sports analysts labeled him
sometimes reckless.
The press branded him as fearless.
They were all wrong.
He’d been scared as hell every day
since the doctors declared Fiona had inherited her family’s cancer gene. It
didn’t matter that their marriage had been on the rocks. He’d been rocked to
his foundation. Still was.
Henri clenched her shoulders so his
hands wouldn’t shake. Even the smallest touch between them was filled with
tension. And not in the way that made him weak in the knees. “Your zipper?”
With a will of their own, his eyes
took in the long line of her neck, exposed with her dark hair corralled by a
thin braid so that long, loose curls cascaded in a narrow path down her back.
He looked further, down her spine skimmed by those curls and to the small of
her back that called to him to touch, to kiss. But he’d lost the right. She’d
made that clear when he’d tried to reconcile after the doctor’s prognosis.
“Thank you, yes please,” she said,
glancing over her shoulder nervously and pulling her hair aside. He hated
seeing that sort of distance in her eyes. “I’m running late because of, uhm, a
last minute snafu with the caterer.”
“Adelaide said you were having
trouble with your car so I came home early. But I see it’s in the garage. What
was wrong?”
Whipping her head away from his gaze, she
muttered, “Doesn’t matter.”
It was becoming her trademark response. It
didn’t matter.
That was a lie. He could tell it in the way
her mouth thinned as she spoke.
Letting out a deep sigh, his eyes traced
over their room. Or should he say—their former
room. He’d taken to sleeping in the guest bedroom of the restored home. Away
from her. They’d even lost the ability to lie next to each other at night. To
show up for each other in that simple way.
In front of him was the first gift he’d
ever bought Fiona. It was a handsome jewelry armoire that doubled as a full
length mirror. It was a one-of-a-kind vintage piece. Whimsical and light. Just
like Fiona in her beautiful, jewel colored dress. Looking at the gilded mirror
with his exquisite wife framed in its reflection reminded him of how far they’d
fallen. Damn.
This whole room was a mausoleum to what
was.
He
wanted her to lean on him. Even if it was just a little bit. This wasn’t what
he wanted. “Anything else I can do to help?”
“I’ve got it under control.”
Finality colored her words.
“You always do.” It came out harsher
than he intended. But damn it, he was trying. Couldn’t she see that?
She spun around to face him, her
petite frame filling with rigid rage with the silk of her gown whirled against
his shins. Raising her chin and her brow, she pressed her lips tight, primly.
“No need to be snarky.”
Sticking his hands in his suit
pants, he shrugged, his silk tee under his jacket as soft as her touch. “I am
completely serious.”
Fiona’s deep brown eyes softened.
She took a deep breath and stared at him. A
breeze stirred the stale air of the room, filtering through the window with the
sounds of foot traffic and car horns. It was a grounding sound, reminding him
of when they’d first bought this house and when they’d been a team. They’d
spent hours restoring the old house. And they’d done it together. They’d built this
house into a home.
“Sorry,
I didn’t mean to start a fight. Adelaide was a huge help during a really long
day. Let’s just get through the evening. It’s harder and harder to pretend
there’s nothing wrong between us.”
Something was off with her today,
but he couldn’t tell what. Clear enough though, she was trying to pick a fight
with him.
“I don’t want to fight with you.” He
didn’t know what the hell he wanted anymore other than for to have things the
way they were.
“You used to love a good argument
with me. Only me. You get along with everyone else. I never understood that.”
“We had fire, you and I.” It had
been a sizzling love. One that warmed him to his damn core. And he knew there
was still a spark in the embers. He couldn’t believe it was all gone.
“Had, Henri. That’s my point. It’s
over and you need to quit making excuses to delay the final step.” Ferocity
returned to her fairy-like features. A warrior in blue silk and sequins.
“Not excuses. You needed to recover.
Then we agreed we wouldn’t upset the season starting. Then with my brother’s
wedding on the horizon--”
“Excuses. Divorce isn’t the end of
the world.” She pinned up a curl that had escaped the confines of the delicate
braid binding the others into place.
Everything about her these days was
carefully put together so that no one saw a hint of the turmoil beneath. For
months he’d respected that. Understood she was the one calling the shots with
her health issues. But how could she deny herself any help? Ever? She’d made it
clear he didn’t know how to be the least bit of assistance.
And now, divorce was the recurring
refrain.
“Our family is in the spotlight. A
split between us would eat up positive oxygen in the press.” He needed her to
take a deep breath. They needed to figure out everything. He needed to stall.
She turned back around, using the
mirror to smooth her dress. “No one is going to think poorly of you for leaving
me. I will make it clear I’m the one who asked for the divorce.”
Anger boiled, flushing his cheeks.
“I don’t give a damn what people think about me.”
“But you do care about your team. I
understand.” He picked up on the implication of her words. That he didn’t care
about her. And that couldn’t be
farther off-base. She was still trying to pick a fight. To widen the gap
between them.
“We’re going to be late.” The tone of his
voice was soft. Almost like a whisper. He wanted to calm her down, to stop this
from turning into an unnecessary fight. Something was upsetting her. Something
major.
As
much as he wanted to understand her, he couldn’t. The party was about to start
and he didn’t have the time to unwrap the subtle meaning of all of her words.
All
he wanted was to have their old life back. For her to look at him like she
used. To be a team again. For their relationship to be uncomplicated like it
once was.
Tapping
the back of her dress, he met her gaze in the mirror. Settling his hands back
on her shoulder, he breathed against her ear and neck. “Unless you would like
me to take the zipper back down again.”
Buy Links:
Author Info
USA Today bestseller and RITA Award winning author Catherine
Mann writes contemporary romance for Berkley, Harlequin, Sourcebooks
and Tule. With over sixty books released in more than twenty countries, she has
also celebrated six RITA finals, an RT Reviewer’s Award finalist, three Maggie
Award of Excellence finals and a Bookseller’s Best win. Catherine and her
flyboy husband live on the Florida coast where they brought up their 4 children
– and still have 5 four-legged, furry “children” (aka pets). Catherine is an
active volunteer with an animal rescue, serving on their Board of Directors and
fostering over 200 puppies, ill dogs, and dogs with service/working potential.
(Grand Prize: Catherine Mann's RESCUE ME, PURSUED BY THE RICH RANCHER and Joanne Rock's HER MAN ADVANTAGE, animal rescue goodies (US ONLY), and Second Prize: the first two books in the Bayou Billionaires series- HIS PREGNANT PRINCESS BRIDE & HIS SECRETARY'S SURPRISE FIANCE (US and INLT))
Linkto Follow Blast:
No comments:
Post a Comment