In Love with a Ruthless, Calloused Billionaire 2 & 3

By Aubrey A. Monroe

Book 2 Description

After sharing a passionate night, Dante Santino was more than willing to get his seducing secretary back! A night in his arms had been more than enough for Hazel Norris; and though she regretted her past actions, she could not help but admit that her boss’ caress and touch left her body tingling all over and asking for more.

However, as secrets started to unravel, can Hazel and Dante find love under the throng of passion?

Book 3 Description

Happy and now contended with her life, Hazel Norris’ world turned upside down, as an unexpected news landed on her. Marring her perfect little marriage into destruction, creating further conflicts between her and her broody and gloomy husband.

The enormity of the chip she carried in her tiny shoulders, Hazel must find a way to tell her husband about the minuscule miracle that grew deep inside her belly. Hoping and craving for the good news. However, can his reaction break the icy-glass wall she had kept for so long and finally have her happily-ever after?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aubrey A. Monroe
• Release date: Aug 24, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536500752

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In Love with a Ruthless, Calloused Billionaire

2 & 3

Aubrey A. Monroe

Copyright © 2016 by Aubrey A. Monroe. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used, reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form without the prior written consent of the author.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places, incidents and events are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

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CHAPTER 1 - Masquerade

CHAPTER 2 - The Law of Magnetism

CHAPTER 3 - The Surprised Visit

CHAPTER 4 - The Engagement

CHAPTER 5 - The Wedding

CHAPTER 6 - News

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CHAPTER 1 - Complications

CHAPTER 2 - Difficulties and Problems

CHAPTER 3 - Answers, answers

CHAPTER 4 - Credence

CHAPTER 5 - Labour

CHAPTER 6 - Acceptance

Epilogue – Happily Ever After

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Heated and Passionate

CHAPTER 1 -

Masquerade

Dante Santino looked around his surroundings, his eyes intently focused for a familiar figure. A flash of skirts swirled about him, a couple of men in tailored suits sauntered past. He itched to seize the mask from his eyes to see clearer, to curl his hands into fists and explore the room. To take every woman in the same chamber and bare their faces for his inspection in order to get his answer. A blind fury took hold of his senses, the boiling of his blood that streamed through his veins. 

A strong hold of avenge railed him—making his teeth grind in anger, his jaw grated wrathfully. It had been a month since Hazel came in like a whirlwind and shook his world. Their last encounter had been in a charity ball, which had led to sharing a passionate night together. For the past few weeks, he wallowed in complete darkness, waiting for his deceiving secretary to come back and give him an explanation.

Staring back at the crowd, with a glass of strong liquor in his grasp, Dante watched as a set of couple strolled by. The sturdy taste of the whiskey burned on the depths his tongue, smiling occasionally when necessary. A group of benign visitors attended the masquerade party, looking rather elegant and sophisticated. Shaking his fogged-up mind—Dante placed his drink down and went outside, needing to clear his head.

A trickle of raindrops landed on his styled hair, the rippling of the misty water falling down on a big puddle. The spring’s warm breeze tweaked at the hollow of his defined cheekbones, caressing the hard planes of his skin, threading gently through the surface of his whiskered chin. He studied the shine of his boot; the expensive footwear gleamed before his eyes. A big crack showed its way on the dirty concrete, a small piece of grass grew in between the space.

He could still not believe that a woman deserted him. It had always been his job to leave high and dry once he had his fill of them, along with a generous amount of reward, of course. A quick glimpse of reminder swam up in the surface of his mind; bringing back the powerful passion that ignited between them. A mere touch and taste would have normally satisfied his need for this woman, but it looked as if the witch had a greater hold of him than any other of his mistresses in the past.

He kicked a pebble, watching as it flew to the other side of the road. A soft yet detectable giggle split free from the air, drawing his head towards the interloper.

A woman in her thirties ascended the small stairs; her heels scurrying past the filthy piles of wet, maudlin mud that made her look queasy. Her short calves and ankle peeked through her red, rubicund dress. They were round and appeared as if divested from a man’s touch. Dante’s lingering eyes worked itself skyward, the generous curve of her hips, with the swell of her breasts puckered out. A shoulder was bare, leaving the other with one strap. Meeting her eyes, he nearly stumbled on his feet at the sudden realization that he felt at the colour of her orbs.

They were brown. A lenient chestnut colour he could never forget. Glaring at the person beside her, he saw a man with brown mane whose hair was spiked up in an upward gesture. Dante could not recognize him but could identify the beautiful woman he held in his arms.

A strong urge to grab her ran deeply in his gore, his knuckles turned white at the tension and stiffness that crackled within the tendons. The glossy gleam of the moon hung above the water fountain; the bright light cascading over him, emphasizing the stars that twinkled up at the blackened sky. The external side of the venue was filled with the silver and grey light, the ball of radiant pearl suspended at the ceiling.

Cramming his broad and slightly callused hands into the pocket of his expensive pants—Dante watched as the other man took hold of her fingers, wrapping it around the bulge of his bicep. A disbelief chuckle left his mouth, eyes drawn aloft.

A month had only passed and she was already moving onto another one? Had she been faking her meek, acquitted façade to lure him in and take her to bed without using the old method of seduction? Had she already forgotten the way he caressed her sweet, loveable body—the way he had thrummed it to submission and made her reach her orgasm? He had lost many sleep during the last few weeks, thinking about the way her hair fanned out behind her, the pale, straw-coloured strands acted out as a halo. She had looked so inviting then—her legs parted open for his to take whatever he needed— the hot temperature of her secret warmth—so wet and hot when he had delved into the sinful desire. She had been so willing to give and yet so wild to take as well.

She did not even bother acknowledging him, though Dante suspected she did not see a thing considering that his mask was on and neither recognize any of his usual appearance. Raking his long digits through his mussed-up hair, he headed inside—needing to cleanse the air between them and get his answer.

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The first blare of contemporary music blasted in Hazel Norris’ ears, the loud blast echoing in the nadirs of her auricle, making her wince slightly. Holding onto the strong, taut muscle of her date—they set out to find a free table, most of which were taken already. Beaming at the guests that walked passed her; she lifted the hem of her long scarlet train and sat down. She was wearing a tailored dress that came about to her feet; the fabric pooled around her soles and toes, the strapped high heels she wore was tall enough to make her look the average height. She had chosen an elegant and sophisticated attire for this occasion, a little different from the dress she had worn at the last ball she went.