for the Billionaire
(was Twice Shy)
romance. Fun, short, and sensual.
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Can tripping over your own feet
lead to falling…in love?
Media superstar and billionaire Zan Sinclair runs with
a rich, exclusive
set, thanks to his hit communications show, Revealing Secrets.
he’s tired of high-gloss, meaningless dates. He just wants to meet a
nice woman—like sweet Dr. Vicky Brooks, sister of his international model
He texts Ronnie to arrange a casual
meeting at the
CommuniCon convention in Kansas City. Problem is, Ronnie gets the wrong
She thinks Zan wants to get back together with her.
When Vicky’s twin wants help winning
back an ex-boyfriend,
kindhearted Vicky can’t say no. But Ronnie’s ex is Vicky’s longtime
smart, sexy Dr. Alexander Sinclair. Now the safe-from-afar crush is
making her heart pound, making her want…more.
How can Vicky and Zan finally meet…and
Ronnie into a jealous rage? Worse, will Zan’s posh friends ever accept
Thanks to EJR
Digital Art for the beautiful cover and Blue Otter Editing for the
"Zan is a great hero
…I love Ms. Hughes writing. This is my first true contemporary from her and it won’t be my last." ~Harlie, Harlie's Books
Escape for a couple hours…I highly recommend this book." ~Amy Brantley, A Girl and Her Kindle
An excerpt from
Falling on for the Billionaire
Copyright © 2013, 2016 Mary Hughes All rights reserved
Large, warm hands righted her. Vicky sat for a
moment on oaken male thighs, simply getting her breath back. Palms
burned through the yellow dress, branding her ribs.
Good heavens. She was in Sinclair's lap. His legs were under hers, his
muscled torso pressed against her side. Her mouth was level with
his...her body burned. Mortified, she wiggled to get off him.
His hands tightened. The dress was slippery, and her wriggling slid his hand smack into the undercurve of her breast.
A breast that suddenly was stiff and full. She squeaked. "I...I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," he growled. His eyes were very dark indeed, pupils
fully dilated. She could see the brush of individual hairs in his
eyebrows, the long, thick lashes...
The curtain opened again. "Well? What are you waiting for--?"
Vicky swiveled to see Ronnie's face morph from annoyed to stunned.