The Billionaire's New Toy: Complete Series

By Tanya Colt

If you enjoyed 50 Shades of Grey you'll LOVE this series!

James, that sexy, rich, thirty-something year old. I still remember the day he moved into the neighbourhood all those years ago and how he constantly impressed all of us with his fancy toys, that guy could afford anything he ever dreamed about.

Eventually though, he outgrew our little neighbourhood and moved on. Now that I'm a bit older, a chance encounter at an upscale hotel brings me back under his watchful eye but there's still one thing money can't buy. Too bad I'm giving it to him for free.

This is the complete The Billionaire's New Toy series. It contains the following stories:
1. Summoned
2. Forced
3. Used

Enjoy your reading time again!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Smutpire Press
• Release date: Jun 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310178665

Tanya Colt

Tanya Colt is the pen name of a successfully published author who would rather remain anonymous while writing erotica. Her writing style is that of an accomplished writer, be prepared for some steamy hot descriptions!

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The Billionaire's New Toy

Complete Series

By Tanya Colt

Published by Smutpire Press

Copyright 2014 All Rights Reserved

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Table of Contents

This is the complete The Billionaire's New Toy series. It contains the following stories:

Summoned

Forced

Used

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Summoned

For His Pleasure

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I remembered James from when I was a kid. He had moved into my neighborhood when I was around seven years old. My mom said that he was only thirty, but had bought a house on the street that cost something like a million dollars. There were rumors that he had made his first million by the time he was twenty-one, but no one really knew for sure.

The area in the canyon that I lived in was pretty exclusive. My dad had invented some part for jet engines that was now in virtually every single one produced. We were not strangers to wealthy people, but James was different. He was half kid, half adult, always giving stuff to the local kids, joking around with us and playing with what could only be described as big boy toys. He had two ATVs, five cars, and this huge contraption in back of his house like a bungee jump.

By the time I was thirteen he had moved away, and my dad said that it was because he had made millions more and would probably be buying a chalet in Switzerland or a tropical island somewhere. All the kids in my neighborhood started calling him James Bond because he was so mysterious.

I grew up, went to university, and never really thought much about him again until I saw a news article. I was in my first year at Stanford when there was a piece about how he had revolutionized some kind of water filtration system—another invention that made him tons of money. The article said that because it was easy and cheap enough to use in developing nations, he stood to make billions. I showed my friends and told them that I knew the guy, but no one believed me.

That would have been the end of it had I not been in San Francisco that weekend. Two of my good friends at college convinced me that we needed a getaway from school/ They thought we should go to the city and all spurge and share a room in a luxury hotel. It wasn’t an uncommon thing for us to do, especially before exams. It was a good way to relax and let off steam.

So that weekend in April, Danielle, Laura, and I booked a big room at the Four Seasons. When we split it three ways, it was still a bit much for us, but staying in such a nice place for a weekend really cleared our mind. And besides, the three of us were all cute and flirty enough to get drinks—and maybe even dinner—bought for us at the hotel bar. If not, there were always more affordable local places.

The three of us were quiet a trio. Danielle, with her wild blonde hair and big breasts, was the most talkative of all of us. She had these huge green eyes that could make almost anyone melt and her smile should have been on T.V.

Laura was a raven-haired beauty that was taller than a lot of guys. She had some kind of Slavic background, giving her high, elegant cheekbones and a rather naughty look. Out of the three of us, she actually did have the most experience with guys, and she would tell us many dirty stories.

I myself had the young look going for me, with long, curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and just enough baby fat in my cheeks that I still got asked for my ID nearly everywhere we went. But I had the most perfect ass and breasts from doing gymnastics for six years as a kid, and later yoga and pilates.

The three of us sat at the bar of the Four Seasons on a Friday, all dressed to impress. We had been there for less than ten minutes, when a bottle of champagne arrived.

Compliments of the gentleman over there, ladies, the bartender said. I knew that Danielle