Billionaire Club Series

I've never been a cute, petite little thing. And my stepsister Ella and her friends never let me forget it. In fact, growing up, I always felt like Cricket, the jolly, mean giant—not that I'm mean. More like I'm a scapegoat. Now, I have one month until I get the heck out of Dodge and escape my family, this city and all the people who've called me Beast all these years. I'm never coming back. Until then, I just need to avoid my parents, Ella and the gorgeous billionaire she has her eye on. Not so hard. I know how to fly under the radar. Except…he has no interest in my stepsister. No, his eye is on me. He calls me his princess. And there's nothing I can do to escape my fate, especially when Ella discovers his interest. She's determined to prove I'm Cricket the Beast again. And maybe, I should let her, just so I can leave here before I get hurt. Because hot guys like him? They're definitely not into beasts like me.  

But if a prince and a waif fall in love, where will they live? Booker, The American Prince That's how tabloids refer to me. I hate it. Yes, my mother married the monarch of a small European principality, but it doesn't define me. Still, every time I step outside, the cameras are flashing. I've thrown myself into my work, built my own empire, and avoided any relationships. If you don't give fuel for the fire, they'll leave you alone… Right? Hasn't worked so far. Then I find her. Literally…I trip over her in the street. And she's mine. Finders keepers and all that.  Marigold, The Waif My life is a disaster. When my stepmother moves away with no warning, leaving me homeless, I'm left on the street with nothing but the clothes on my back. Scared and alone, I'm facing my first night on the street. In the pouring rain.  That's when he falls over me. That's when he decides I'm his. It should all be happily ever after. But this is my life, and things never quite work out that way.

I heard of the devil, but I was never a believer. Now, I'm ready to call 1-800-exorcist.   I just got promoted! Yay, right?   Not so much.   Being the executive assistant to the company's CEO blew up my life. No one can please this man—especially me. No lie: I'm sure if you look up "Bosshole" in the dictionary, you'll find a smirking picture of Keiran Brothers, the man who's turned my life upside down. Yesterday, I loved my job. Today, I'm contemplating murder and non-extradition countries.   And that's before I'm forced to pretend I'm his doting fiancée for the long holiday weekend. Keiran is after a big new contract, one that requires the client to believe Keiran is a settled man. He needs me to convince everyone we're madly in love. That or lots of people could lose their jobs.   No big deal. I can do it. I think so, anyway.   Until we have to share a bed.   Until my ex is also at the beach house and watching our every move.   Until I see what Keiran's really like when he's not being Mr. Billionaire Bosshole.   Until I start to fall for him.   And that's when I know I'm really in trouble.   This standalone novel is part of the Billionaire Club and related to the Bad Boy Club. All books in both series can be read as standalone books and in any order.