Beast Billionaire #5 (Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Werewolf Shifter Romance)

By Mac Flynn

Maggie and Adrian find themselves on the hunt for the orbs, but their foes are fast at their heels.  Confrontation leads to conference, and it’s decided that the only way to defeat their enemies is to become their enemies.  Temporarily, of course.

Their plan is put into action and all goes well until they notice something is amiss with their foes.  Now they’re behind in a race to discover the hiding places of the orbs of life and death before the Brotherhood takes more than just the orbs.  They’ll take their lives.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.
• Release date: Jun 30, 2017
• ISBN: 9788826463551

Mac Flynn

A seductress of sensual words and a lover of paranormal plots, Flynn enjoys writing thrilling paranormal stories filled with naughty fun and hilarious hijinks. She is the author of numerous paranormal series that weave suspense, adventure and a good joke into a one-of-a-kind experience that readers are guaranteed to enjoy. From long adventure novels to tasty little short-story treats, there's a size and adventure for everyone.Want to know when her next series comes out? Join The Flynn newsletter and be the first to know! macflynn.com/newsletter/Also check out her website at macflynn.com for listings and excerpts of all of her books!

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1

Maggie groaned and rolled over. Her body ached, but it wasn’t a pleasant sensation. She felt like she’d been banged around in a car accident.

That’s when she remembered she had been banged up in a car accident.

Maggie’s eyes flew open. She sat up and looked around. Her surroundings were Adrian’s chamber, and she lay in his bed with one of his shirts over her body.

A few streams of the setting sun shone through the thick curtains that hid the balcony, and a warm fire crackled in the hearth. She ran a hand through her hair and shuddered. What a wild dream that had been.

It was no dream, a voice spoke up.

Maggie whipped her head to the hearth. Adrian stood in his usual spot beside the mantel. He smiled and bowed his head to her. Good morning, or should I say good evening?

She blinked at him. Evening?

He nodded. Yes. You and I slept through the day.

Her shoulders slumped and she groaned. Damn. I missed work.

There is a more pressing matter. He held up her phone. Your father has been calling all day. Albert has been unable to convince him of your safety.

Maggie’s eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. She’d left her father to wait for her return last night. Oh shit!

She flung aside the covers and hurried over to Adrian where she snatched the phone from him and looked at the number of calls. Her father had called her a dozen times, and Cacus half a dozen.

She called her dad. He picked up at the first ring. Maggie! Is that you?

She cringed at the strained tone of his voice. Hi, Dad. I’m really sorry about not calling you sooner.

You nearly gave me another heart attack! What have you been doing?

Her eyes flickered to Adrian. I was-um, I was-

Adrian held out his hand. May I?

She furrowed her brow and covered the receiver with her hand. What for? she whispered.

He chuckled. Trust me.

Maggie? Maggie, are you there? her dad yelled.

I’m here, Dad, but A-Mr. Forrest wants to talk to you, she answered.

There was a moment of silence on the line. When her father spoke his voice was a decimal higher than normal. M-Mr. Forrest?

Yeah, is that okay?

O-of course, but what would he want to speak to me about?

Her eyes flickered to her werewolf lover. He can tell you that better than I can. Here he is. She handed the phone off to Adrian.

Good evening, Mr. O’Hara, Adrian greeted her father.

Maggie could hear her dad’s nervous voice on the other line. G-good evening, sir. I’m sorry for calling so often while you two were out, but I-

That’s quite all right, Mr. O’Hara, but I can assure you your daughter was well-taken care of. His mischievous eyes glanced at her. She’s actually a very integral part of my plan. She mouth dropped open.

Her father’s voice took on a firmer, more confident tone. Plan? Mr. Forrest, if you have any ill-intentions toward my daughter-

On the contrary, Mr. O’Hara, my-our-intentions are very philanthropic. We were away all day working on some very important charity work.

What sort of charity work? O’Hara questioned him.

Adrian chuckled. The best kind, but I won’t bore you with the details. Know that your daughter is well-taken care of.

There was a noticeable clearing of the throat from the other end of the conversation. Mr. Forrest, I trust you to manage business affairs, but I must insist on having more input regarding my daughter’s whereabouts. If she is to remain with you so often she must at least call in more often.

That is a promise easily kept, Mr. O’Hara. I will inform her of your rule and I am sure she will obligingly follow it.

Good! Now I’d like to speak with her again, if you don’t mind.

Of course, Mr. O’Hara. Adrian held the phone out to Maggie.

She took it in hand and turned away from Adrian’s mischievous eyes. Hi, Dad.

Maggie, I know you’re an adult, but as long as you’re living under my roof I would like you to call in more often, he insisted.

She smiled. Of course, Dad, and I’m really sorry I didn’t call last night. Our-um, philanthropic work didn’t finish until late.

That’s quite all right, but don’t let it happen again.

I won’t.

Good. Oh, and does your ‘philanthropic’ work give you enough time to pick up some clothes?

Maggie looked down at her scanty