Taming the Billionaire

By Evangeline Fox

As if in desperation I opened my legs...
He's almost definitely a loser, so why is she so enthralled by him?

Summer only dates scumbags. If he doesn't dine and dash on her, he'll end up being a cheater or a drunk. When the patient of a psychiatrist comes in and harasses her for a date, she turns him down and he leaves her with spit on her face.

Bradley Strange sees the whole disgusting thing go down, and he acts fast. When he kicks the jerk out, he asks Summer out on a date... but she turns him down, assuming he's visiting the lawyer's office for a divorce.

When he shows up while she's on a date with a man who works on Wall Street, everything seems to get much worse. She's threatened with a gun and left scared for her life. Will Bradley be able to keep her safe and win her over?

• Language: English
• Publisher: HeartthrobPublishing
• Release date: Jul 30, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463629055

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Taming the Billionaire

Erotic Romance

Evangeline Fox

Published by Heartthrob Publishing

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No, I don't think I'm free, sorry.

I try to smile and seem friendly, but really I'm pissed off. I'm pissed off that I'm 25 years old and I'm still only being asked out by losers.

My mother told me to lower my expectations. That was 5 years ago, and I've lowered them further every year. I went from wanting to marry a handsome, rich Southern gentleman who was Baptist to wanting to marry just about anyone that isn't a scumbag. No cops, no teachers, no druggies or alcoholics. Is that really so hard to find these days?

Well it turns out it is. The fella in front of me doesn't seem too bad from the untrained eye, but he came into the office where I am a secretary asking for Bob Pitch. Bob Pitch is the psychiatrist on the third floor. I'm sure you can see my issue with that.

Aw, come on. You don't got a ring on your finger, what could you possibly be doing on Friday night? I'll take you out to a fancy restaurant! He stuffs his hands into the pockets on his vest. His stomach forces the fabric to pull against the buttons a bit.

I roll my eyes and sniff. "I have a date with some girlfriends, mister. I'm sorry. Now I'll have