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Experience the sizzling heat of three steamy romance novellas all in one bundle by Lane Masters! The Billionaire's Playroom: Allison finds herself stranded on the road, caught between the oncoming force of a lightning storm and the open car door of billionaire Craig Westford. Which is more dangerous-the man or the storm? The man. Definitely the man. The Billioniare's Passion: With the allure of the ocean around them, Grayson Harbor whisks Tessa away to his private, exclusive deck of the cruise ship. But the intensity of their desire quickly turns to raw heat as he binds her to his bed…...
Experience the sizzling heat of three steamy romance novellas all in one bundle by Lane Masters!
The Billionaire's Playroom: Allison finds herself stranded on the road, caught between the oncoming force of a lightning storm and the open car door of billionaire Craig Westford. Which is more dangerous-the man or the storm? The man. Definitely the man.
The Billioniare's Passion: With the allure of the ocean around them, Grayson Harbor whisks Tessa away to his private, exclusive deck of the cruise ship. But the intensity of their desire quickly turns to raw heat as he binds her to his bed…and his heart.
The Billionaire's Pleasure: An unexpected revelation changes Rachel's life--and heart--forever.
Plus a bonus excerpt from Anyhing.
Excerpt:
Allison couldn't control the expression of surprise on her face when she finally drew her eyes away from the hot car and looked at the driver. He was smoking just as much as the car was. Black hair feathered away from his brow, as dark, piercing eyes searched hers. High cheekbones whispered of Native American ancestors, but the dusky shade of a 5 o'clock shadow at his square, strong jaw gave away his European blood. For some strange reason, he looked familiar, but she knew she had never met anyone who could afford a car like this.
He cracked his car window, lowering it just enough to speak out, and leaned over the passenger seat toward her. Of course, with her own car as dead as a doorknob, rolling down her own window was not an option. She hesitated. He was a total stranger. How many times had she heard horror stories about meeting total strangers on a dark road?
But then a lightning bolt struck a tree somewhere up ahead, and the sudden crash made her jump sky high. Which was more dangerous? The man or the storm? She glanced back at the man, taking in his piercing gaze and smoldering good looks. Definitely the man. But at least he looked friendly.
She cracked her door open, so that she could hear what he was saying, squinting her eyes through the raindrops that blew in.
"Are you okay?" His voice was a deep bass, the kind of deep masculine voice that always made her heart beat just a little bit faster. It matched his rugged good looks completely.
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine. My car just died."
"Have you called for help?"
Allison grimaced, hating to admit this to a stranger.
"No. I left my phone at home."
The man glanced at the storm and then back at her again. "Well, I'd loan you my phone to call roadside, but the nearest service station is about 45 minutes from here, and they aren't exactly going to be thrilled about coming out in the middle of the storm. I hate to tell you this, but the storm is only supposed to get worse over the next several hours. And it will be dark soon."
Allison nodded, filled with dismay. Would a car really keep her safe from that kind of vicious lightning?
The man looked thoughtful, considering. His forehead wrinkled worriedly as he watched the approaching storm. "Look, why don't you come with me and wait the storm out? My house is only a couple of miles ahead."
Allison felt a rush of trepidation slip through her veins. She couldn't imagine getting into a car with a strange man. My God, that was an even bigger rule than "don't talk to strangers." Visions of little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf ran through her head.
The Billionaire's Playroom: Allison finds herself stranded on the road, caught between the oncoming force of a lightning storm and the open car door of billionaire Craig Westford. Which is more dangerous-the man or the storm? The man. Definitely the man.
The Billioniare's Passion: With the allure of the ocean around them, Grayson Harbor whisks Tessa away to his private, exclusive deck of the cruise ship. But the intensity of their desire quickly turns to raw heat as he binds her to his bed…and his heart.
The Billionaire's Pleasure: An unexpected revelation changes Rachel's life--and heart--forever.
Plus a bonus excerpt from Anyhing.
Excerpt:
Allison couldn't control the expression of surprise on her face when she finally drew her eyes away from the hot car and looked at the driver. He was smoking just as much as the car was. Black hair feathered away from his brow, as dark, piercing eyes searched hers. High cheekbones whispered of Native American ancestors, but the dusky shade of a 5 o'clock shadow at his square, strong jaw gave away his European blood. For some strange reason, he looked familiar, but she knew she had never met anyone who could afford a car like this.
He cracked his car window, lowering it just enough to speak out, and leaned over the passenger seat toward her. Of course, with her own car as dead as a doorknob, rolling down her own window was not an option. She hesitated. He was a total stranger. How many times had she heard horror stories about meeting total strangers on a dark road?
But then a lightning bolt struck a tree somewhere up ahead, and the sudden crash made her jump sky high. Which was more dangerous? The man or the storm? She glanced back at the man, taking in his piercing gaze and smoldering good looks. Definitely the man. But at least he looked friendly.
She cracked her door open, so that she could hear what he was saying, squinting her eyes through the raindrops that blew in.
"Are you okay?" His voice was a deep bass, the kind of deep masculine voice that always made her heart beat just a little bit faster. It matched his rugged good looks completely.
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine. My car just died."
"Have you called for help?"
Allison grimaced, hating to admit this to a stranger.
"No. I left my phone at home."
The man glanced at the storm and then back at her again. "Well, I'd loan you my phone to call roadside, but the nearest service station is about 45 minutes from here, and they aren't exactly going to be thrilled about coming out in the middle of the storm. I hate to tell you this, but the storm is only supposed to get worse over the next several hours. And it will be dark soon."
Allison nodded, filled with dismay. Would a car really keep her safe from that kind of vicious lightning?
The man looked thoughtful, considering. His forehead wrinkled worriedly as he watched the approaching storm. "Look, why don't you come with me and wait the storm out? My house is only a couple of miles ahead."
Allison felt a rush of trepidation slip through her veins. She couldn't imagine getting into a car with a strange man. My God, that was an even bigger rule than "don't talk to strangers." Visions of little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf ran through her head.
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