The Billionaire's Secret by Nana Malone
Release Date: September 17, 2019
The Billionaire’s Secret, Book 2 in the Billionaire Contemporary Romance Duet by Nana Malone.
It was supposed to be a simple job. Go to the Winston Isles, stand in for my billionaire double for a few weeks.But between the kidnapping attempt and accidentally falling in love with my bodyguard, things have been far from simple.The good news, at least now the woman I love knows who I really am. The bad news is, no one else knows and someone is still trying to kill me.
I came to the Winston Isles to save my mother’s life, now I’ve got so much more than I bargained for. The trick will be to hold on to my brand new life and not get killed in the process.
Perfection! This book has the right amount of intrigue, suspense and romance with a dash of comedy and romance, that makes for the best kind of ROMCOM to read. Our Billionaire has been found and has created more even more mystery than there was before. Theo, the level headed stand in find out some truths hidden from him and some lies that were fed to him through out his life. Now he has a decision to make about how or rather where he will go. Will he go back to his life or stay with the life he could have with Zia.
Zia, our brave bodyguard, that fell for the one she was protecting but is now in a predicament. Can she trust that he heart was given to the right person or are the lies to much to forgive.
I love the give and take between them. The dominance that is not one sided is what I loved the most. The way he just knew when she needed the upper hand and he was willing to acquiesce, while still retaining the fact that She was a woman that could take care of not only her self but truly protect him. A romance between equals in both passion and strength.
Mysteries are solved, giving us an HEA worthy of a royal, but leaves us with a drama whetting your appetite for another adventure!
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Excerpt:
Zia… His whispered words were everything I had ever wanted to hear. Everything I wanted to hear before I knew about Derrick and Theo. What he was saying was everything I needed, and a balm for my pain. The problem was I was getting this after the fact, and I didn't know if I could believe it.
Believe it. You know you want to. "I can't. I can't do this."
He nodded, but his forehead stayed pressed on mine. His thick lashes lay against his cheeks for a long moment as he closed his eyes. "I know, and I don't want to make things difficult. I just fucking miss you."
Goddamn it. I knew I needed to step away. My knees had turned to jelly, and the warm rush between my thighs told me I was weak, and I really, really wanted him.
Instead of stepping away though, I whimpered.
Theo's breath caught in his throat. And instead of letting me go, instead of releasing my hand, he tugged me closer, his hands sliding up my thighs, then my waist. His thumbs traced over my ribs. He licked his lips. "Zia, I'm trying to let you go. I'm trying to do the right thing."
"Then do it."
"For both of our sakes, I wish I could."
And then his lips were on mine, his tongue licking into my mouth, and God, it was as if molten lava were oozing out of me.
The kiss was mostly teeth and tongues, a clash of apologies and anger, and hurt.
Theo's hands were in my hair, angling me, kissing me deeper. I tugged futilely at his shirt. There were too many goddamn buttons. His hands tugged my blouse out of my skirt, and then he lifted the hem of the material. There were no words then. Just grunts, and whimpers, and moans. Before I knew what was going on, Theo had backed me up until the back of my knees hit the couch. And then we were falling down.
Oh God. This was bad. This was very, very bad... but oh, so good. Better than anything I had ever felt in my life, and I was coiling toward the pure bliss of it. His hands were on my thighs, sliding up. He still continued to kiss me, and there was an intensity, an urgency to his movements.
He made this muffled laugh-growl against my lips, and his fingers found the edge of my panties. He shifted the elastic aside and then moaned against me. Without taking his lips from mine, he muttered against me. "Wet. Fuck." Those two words telling me just how far his brain had devolved into caveman territory.
And then he was sliding his fingers into me. Two of them. No preamble, no foreplay. And God, I loved every second of it. I didn't need the extras right now.
I was already so keen, so on-edge, and everything about this was wrong, and dirty, and so hot. I just need him closer. I needed more. I needed—
There was a loud banging at the door. Three sharp raps.
About Nana:
USA Today Best Seller, Nana Malone's love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she "borrowed" from her cousin.
It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She's been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, in the meantime Nana works out her drama, passion, and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.
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