The Billionaire Shifter’s Curvy Match
The Billionaire Shifters Club, #1
by Diana
Seere
Publication
date: September 13th 2016
Genres:
Adult, Paranormal
From
The Book Junkie Reads . . . The Billionaire Shifter’s Curvy Match (The Billionaire
Shifters Club, #1) . . .
Beat. Beat. Beat. Him. Him. Him. Mine. Mine. Mine. Her. Her. Her. Mine. Mine. Mine. Where can I hear the beat? How can I work at the club? How far underground do I need to go? Enough of all that.
Lilah was looking for a change in circumstance and just make improvements in her situation. She never expected that a minor accident would bring her world to a big change. She did not expect to make such a connection.
Gavin was in need of just getting away. He was searching for the 'One'. Not expecting to find her when he did, where he did. Then all bets were off. He found her. He wanted her. He needed her. He was told to give her up.
The first meeting was drawing. The second meeting was explosive. The third meeting was soul shattering. Lilah's life will never be the same again. Gavin had to figure things out. Their connection was deep. Their connection brought about an old tale. The final mating brings hope for the future of the shifter community.
I loved my introduction to the Billionaire Shifters Club. I loved Gavin and Lilah. I could not put down my read. I kept tapping the pad to move on to the next page. I enjoyed meeting Derry, Edward, and Sophia. Asher not so much. I think he will need a little time to grow on me. Jess was the perfect sister for Lilah.
The Billionaire Shifters Club series:
The Billionaire Shifter’s Curvy Match
– The Billionaire Shifters Club, #1
The Billionaire Shifter’s Virgin
Mate – The Billionaire Shifters Club,
#2
The Billionaire Shifter’s Second
Chance – The Billionaire Shifters Club,
#3
BLURB
Welcome to the most exclusive
club in the world. The Novo Club. Novo is Latin for “change.” Our members
prefer the word “shift” though.
It’s the hottest club in town.
The price of membership is your
heart and your secrecy.
All you need to do to join is to
be loved beyond your wildest imagination by someone powerful with an…alpha side
so primal it’s in their blood.
Are you ready?
Good. Then let’s begin.
The Billionaire Shifters Club is
a new series featuring the five Stanton siblings, four brothers and one sister
who are all part of an ancient shifter family living in modern America. The
subterranean club-within-a-club beneath the streets of Boston, Massachusetts
holds secrets only the Stantons and their fellow shifters know.
When Lilah Murphy started serving
drinks at the exclusive Platinum Club, she never expected she would be on the
menu.
Biotech billionaire Gavin Stanton
had one taste of the new, curvy server and his craving could never be satisfied
until he had her fully. Completely.
Eternally.
Fate brought them together, but a
centuries-old secret could tear them apart, for the Stanton family holds a
shifter legacy that no human has ever threatened.
Until now.
Gavin Stanton is the billionaire
CEO of a Boston biotech firm. He’s also a werewolf, the son of a large, ancient
family with roots in the British aristocracy. His work is his life. But then he
feels the Beat—an irresistible urge to mate with Lilah, a beautiful human who
inflames his passions like no other—and he abandons everything he thought he
knew in his need to claim her.
Lilah Murphy is broke and
desperate. All she wants is a job to support herself, her sister, and her
ailing mother. The last thing she needs is to get involved with a rich,
powerful guy who would discard her after a few hot nights together and get her
fired at her new, high-paying job. But she, too, feels the Beat. She hears him
in her mind, feels him in her soul, and the urge to answer the ancient call is
undeniable. Is she strong enough to embrace his secrets—and her own?
The Billionaire Shifter’s
Curvy Match is the first in an all-new series of hot (did we mention *hot*?)
romances about the billionaire shifters and the women they’re fated to love
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The sound
of screeching rubber on asphalt drowned out the rest of her words. They both
paused, expecting to hear cars colliding. Instead, there was eerie silence—and
then the plaintive cry of a wounded animal.
A dog.
They both ran to the window. Outside, the usual neighborhood
lowlifes loitered on their grubby street, where the most vibrant business was a
check-cashing place. And a bar. Actually, a lot of bars.
And was that a limo? What the hell was one of those doing here?
The dog’s cries continued.
“Smoky!” Lilah gasped, turning away from the window, her heart
pounding. “That bastard hit Smoky!”
Smoky was the neighborhood stray. He should’ve been ill-tempered,
given his bad luck to live on the streets, but his was the friendliest face on
the block, looking happy to see you, always eager for a pat, his tail wagging.
The limo might’ve killed the poor little guy. Taking three stairs
at a time, Lilah flew down the stairwell to the stained security door and out
the rusty gate to the sidewalk.
The usual drug dealer was standing on the corner, interrupted from
talking to whoever was inside a parked silver Chevy. Under that car, only a few
feet from him and still whimpering, was a huddled mass of pale fur.
Smoky.
Jess was right on her heels. “Oh, no.”
“We have to help him.” Lilah glanced up and down the street,
preparing to cross, her long hair flying as she whipped her head back and forth
to make sure it was safe.
Jess grabbed her arm. “You can’t! That’s the dealer who stabbed
somebody last year, isn’t it?”
“Different guy,” Lilah said, although it wasn’t. She strode into
the street just as the driver of the limo was getting out. She couldn’t leave
Smoky to die in the street with those scumbags.
Then she saw the limo driver pull his arms back, hands on hips,
revealing a barely-concealed gun on a holster around his chest. The window in
the back of the limo remained up, and why shouldn’t it? Why would some rich
dude want to get dirty? Why would he care if he’d run over some poor homeless
dog?
The tiny scar above Lilah’s left eyebrow began to throb. It jolted
her, making the scene before her look shimmery. Unreal. She pressed her
fingertips into the tiny divot and hoped the throbbing would go away. The last
thing she needed now was a three-day blinding headache.
And she’d run out of her meds. No money.
“What’s wrong, Lilah?” Jess grabbed her elbow and pulled her out
of the middle of the street. She’d just frozen there, staring at the back
windows of the limo.
Lilah could hear Smoky’s whimpering and the city traffic, but it
all came as background noise through the throbbing in her head. It wasn’t quite
pain. The pulsing felt like it pierced her brain, a second heartbeat she
couldn’t quite follow.
Her vision was fine, and that meant it wasn’t a migraine. Then
what was this?
And why did it worsen when her eyes flickered toward the back
windows of the limo?
“Let’s get Smoky,” Lilah said, though her mouth felt like it was
filled with cotton.
Jess had an arm around her. “I’ll get him. You’re about to faint.”
“I’m fine.” Lilah forced herself to move, shooting an icy glance
at the neighborhood felon before she squatted down to the car’s rear bumper.
“Lilah, you look really pale,” Jess insisted, frowning. She looked
so much like their mom when she did that.
“Here, puppy,” Lilah cooed, reaching out a hand. She knew the
biggest danger was if Smoky ran away again and hid where nobody could help him,
so she grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pulled him as gently as she
could out from under the car. Luckily, Smoky was a small thing, barely fifteen
pounds, and she got him bundled up in her arms without having to drag him far.
He relaxed in her arms, his shivering more from fear than any
injury. Thank goodness.
But as soon as she stood, the throbbing, pulsing pain returned.
Her gaze was pulled to the back window of the limo, now open. To the man
sitting in the shadows.
Him. Her head felt like someone had dropped a brick on it, her body
filling with heat and lava.
It’s him.
What was the matter with her? She had to get Smoky inside. She didn’t
know anyone who rode around in a limo, so why did she feel like she did?
Him.
It didn’t matter. She had to get closer. She had to see him.
Holding Smoky in her arms, Lilah took a step toward the limo, then
another.
Jess snagged her elbow. “Lilah, no! You can’t! That driver has a
gun—”
Lilah was beyond reason, the pounding turning into a word, a word
that had no sound, no form, no sense.
Him.
Him.
Him.
That voice. It pounded like a hammer forging steel. She continued
to advance on the shining black limo, barely noticing when the driver climbed
inside and slammed the door. She was fearless in her uncontrollable need to see
that face, to know he was real.
You’re real.
Jess was at her heels. “Lilah, please—”
The limo peeled out, its tires screeching as it drove past her
only an arm’s-length away. Two bright blue eyes, glittering with otherworldly
sharpness, met hers through the open window. Gold highlights tickled his hair,
a honey brown that curved up at the neck, a little too long to be all business,
with waves she wanted to sink her fingers into. A strong jaw, set firmly, and
those wild, seductive eyes… oh.
Oh my.
And then the voice changed in an instant.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
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Author Info
Diana Seere was raised by wolves
in the forests outside Boston and San Francisco. The only time she spends in
packs these days is at romance writing conventions. In truth, Diana is two New
York Times and USA Today bestselling authors who decided to write shifter
romance and have more fun.
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