The Billionaire Next Door (Billionaire Bad Boys #2)(94)
—RT Book Reviews
THE MILLIONAIRE AFFAIR
“Fast-paced, well-written, and impossible to put down…Jessica writes with humor infused generously throughout in a realistic, entertaining way that really helps to make her characters realistic people you’ll want to know.”
—HarlequinJunkie.com
“Landon and Kimber’s banter is infectious as their chemistry sizzles. Smartly written with a narrative infused with humor and snark, this modern-day romance is a keeper.”
—RT Book Reviews “Magnificent writing and characters.”
—NightOwlReviews.com
HARD TO HANDLE
“[Aiden is] a perfect balance of sensitive, heart-on-his-sleeve guy who is as sexy and ‘alpha’ as they come…A real romance that’s not about dominance but equality and mutual need—while not sacrificing hotness factor. A rare treat.”
—PolishedBookworm.com
“[Aiden is] a fantastic character. He is a motorcycle-riding, tattooed, rebel kind of guy with a huge heart. What’s not to love?…Entertaining and heartfelt.”
—RomanceRewind.blogspot.com “I smiled through a lot of it, but seeing Aiden and Sadie deal with all of their hurdles was also incredibly moving and had me tearing up more than once as well…I can’t wait to see what Lemmon will bring to the table next.”
—HerdingCats-BurningSoup.com
CAN’T LET GO
“This novella was long enough to get me hooked on Aiden and Sadie and short enough to leave me wanting more…The chemistry between the characters is fan worthy and the banter is a great addition. The writing style draws readers in.”
—BSReviewers.blogspot.com
TEMPTING THE BILLIONAIRE
“A smashing debut! Charming, sexy, and brimming with wit—you’ll be adding Jessica Lemmon to your bookshelves for years to come!”
—Heidi Betts, USA Today bestselling author “Lemmon’s characters are believable and flawed. Her writing is engaging and witty. If I had been reading this book out in public, everyone would have seen the huge grin on my face. I had so much fun reading this and adore it immensely.”
—LiteraryEtc.wordpress.com “The awesome cover opened to even more awesome things inside. It was realistic! Funny! Charming! Sweet!”
—AbigailMumford.com
Ever since he returned from war missing a leg, Eli Crane just wants to be left alone. So why does his family keep interfering in his life, sending personal assistants to baby him? But when beautiful, undeniably sexy Isabella Sawyer appears at his front door, maybe a little company isn’t so bad…
Isa can’t deny the red-hot attraction she feels for this gorgeous and infuriating man. But she has a secret, one that could change everything. Will the sparks between them ignite or flame out?
A preview of
The Bastard Billionaire
follows.
Chapter 1
The flames in the fireplace were nearly extinguished, the curtains on the high windows of Elijah Crane’s office drawn. Rain pattered on the glass, providing a soothing backdrop for his work. He pecked at his keyboard, mind on the email, when a mousy, quiet voice lifted in the darkness.
“Mister…Crane?”
The only other light was the desk lamp and the slice of natural light that made its way past the doorless entry to his office. His newest temporary assistant stood in that light, her shadow a long wedge.
“Reese Crane called,” she said as she walked into his office. “Your brother.”
Like he needed that reiteration?
“I know who Reese Crane is, Melanie.”
“He asked me to…” Her small voice grew smaller until it vanished altogether. The reason being because Eli had just taken a deep, rumbling breath and pushed himself up from the desk.
Slowly.
Let it never be said intimidation wasn’t an art form.
He kept his eyes on the woman now standing at the other side of his desk. She was young, probably in her early twenties, and from what he’d gleaned in the last eight or so hours since she’d started this position, weak. He’d bet he could run this one off in record time. Not that he was keeping track, but maybe he should. He was getting good at it.
He blew out that same breath, keeping his lip curled, his expression hard. He let the breath end on a growl.
“What did I tell you this morning?” he asked, his voice lethal.
The temporary personal assistant currently putting a massive cramp in his style blinked big, doe-like eyes at him. “Not to interrupt you, but, Mr. Crane—”
“Not. To. Interrupt. Me.” He made a show of pulling his shoulders straight and hobbling around the table. Her gaze trickled down to the prosthesis at the end of his right leg as he affected a limp. One he didn’t have. One he’d trained himself not to have.
For some reason, the help found him more intimidating when he reminded them he was an amputee. He’d used it to his advantage on more than one occasion. “Do I look like I need to be bothered with trivial questions, Melanie?”
“N-no, sir, but it’s about Crane Hotels, and I was hired to—”