Taming the Billionaire’s Heart - Billionaire Menage Romance

By Jenna Payne

Anna is an interior designer in New York City and, along with her best friend Keith, has developed a strong reputation with New York's elite for refurbishing some of the higher end buildings in the city. When Anna gets a call from Aiden Sinclair, a notorious billionaire Upper East Side party boy, to remodel the E, an equally notorious penthouse, she is suspicious. Aiden wants to rebirth the E, which had long died out as a hotspot in the 1980's, with his billionaire best friend Brody. Keith, Anna's business partner, says no because of the boys' reputations but when Anna meets the handsome pair she has second thoughts about the refusal due to her instant attraction. Anna does not know if she should say yes to the proposal or yes to one or both men. After all, there is a lot of money on the table… and a lot of sex appeal.

A Standalone Short Story with No Cliffhanger! 

• Language: English
• Publisher: American Billionaire Romance Novels
• Release date: Nov 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386322887

Book preview

Taming the Billionaire’s Heart

Chapter 1

The wind whipped through Brody’s tousled blond hair as his best friend Aiden sped down route 27 in the red top convertible that just hours ago had three gorgeous supermodels baring all in the back seat. Now it just had two hung over best friends who were speeding down the end of a glorious alcohol and sex infused summer in the Hamptons, back to sixteen-hour work days in their fathers’ Manhattan offices. Aiden was a Sinclair and Brody was a Montgomery-West, which meant billions of dollars in old family real estate money, and fun was limited to summers lest their fathers threatened to disinherit them.  The massive, manicured evergreen trees were slowly transforming to handsomely erected, silvery skyscrapers with the fingerprints of the Sinclairs’ and the Montgomery-Wests’ all over them. Aiden and Brody had been conjoined at the hip since their mothers met in an exclusive Mommy-and-Me class on the Upper East Side. They went to the same preparatory schools, same Ivy League University,  and their fathers’ brokered a deal that essentially gave their families ownership of almost all of the prime real estate in not only New York, but New Jersey and Connecticut as well. Both of their fathers were aging and their sons, who in their early thirties, were expected to give up summers in the Hamptons for full-time workaholism on Manhattan island.

Jesus, man, do you have to hit every fucking speed bump? Brody asked, putting on black Ray Ban sunglasses.

It’s New York; the streets are crap. We’re almost to the Palace, Aiden said, shoving him playfully.

God, I feel like I’m going to be sick.

Well, lean out of the window. You need a haircut too, man.

I don’t have anything left to throw up. We might be getting to old for this bullshit.

Aiden shook his head. His dark hair was always cropped short matching his dark, five o’clock shadow. He had a square jaw and broad shoulders making him look more like an off-duty marine. Brody’s boy-next-door look made him look more like Aiden’s little brother.

Brody, we are getting to old for these summers, man, Aiden said, flashing Brody a cheeky grin.

How the hell else am I supposed to stand all the long meetings and my dad glowering over me?

Aiden shrugged his massive shoulders and stared forward. Brody saw the slight tick of a muscle in his neck, telling him that his best friend had more than a fleeting thought in his square head.

Spill it, man. You look like my mom when she’s trying to give me advice.

Look, I think these summers are getting old. We’ve been doing it for ten years—

Fourteen, Brody corrected, rubbing his temples.

Whatever. That makes it worse. We’re thirty-two now and I think it’s time we settle down in New York.

Settle down? Brody shrieked.

Brody winced as the raised pitch in his own voice sent a shooting pain across his forehead.

I don’t mean stop partying. I mean party like adults instead of frat boys.

You were never a frat boy.

Not my scene. I mean I feel like I need to card girls nowadays at the Hamptons. I’m not wanting to get screwed over by some wannabe social media star.

"Alright,