When Clarissa Moone lands a job working for the enigmatic Aidan Thornhill, she doesn’t quite know what to expect—but certainly not romance.
Aidan is a self-made billionaire whose early life is shrouded in mystery. Fleeing a scandal, he joined the army and, years later, returned from Afghanistan with a head full of bad memories and a million dollars left to him by a dead friend. Now, he’s one of LA’s wealthiest bachelors—and he’s also smoking hot.
But even this billionaire veteran didn’t count on the voluptuous Clarissa. With rumors already circulating, Aidan breaks his golden rule: one steamy night on his private yacht, he seduces Clarissa. When he discovers her lack of experience, instead of running, he takes control. Things are about to get filthier than Clarissa ever imagined.
Aidan’s dark past is never far behind. Determined to stir trouble, three figures—an old army comrade, a spurned ex-con, and a spoiled old flame with sharp claws—emerge to reap revenge.
Rising to defend his new lover, the former soldier charges headlong into battle, determined to have Clarissa even if it means losing everything, while she must choose whether to ignore the rumors and continue to bathe in Aidan’s charms… Or leave her dream job.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Erotica
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“These are for you, Clarissa.” Greta handed me a large bunch of blood-red roses.
My arms were suddenly weighed down by what appeared to be at least five dozen roses. Brushing against my face, the flowers released such an intoxicating perfume that it took me a moment to gather my senses.
“They’re beautiful. You shouldn’t have.” I stood aside to allow her passage. Strewn with clothes from my recent arrival, the room was embarrassingly messy.
“They’re not from me, Clarissa.” Greta raised an eyebrow. “From an admirer, I would hazard to guess.”
I answered her wry grin with an uncertain smile. We both knew who they were from.
“I can’t stay, got lots to do. Since we fired Bryce, I’m running the Veterans’ Health Center, as well as the estate.”
Placing the flowers on the table, I was about to respond when a card fell out of them, landing on the ground. My focus did a sharp shift from Greta’s penetrating stare to the white envelope on the floor. All I could hear was my heart pounding.
“Oh, yes, of course,” I said finally. “I can pop over in an hour or so and start work. I’d like to.”
“That’s good of you to offer.” She looked down at my unpacked clothes. “There’s no need to hurry back. You’ll need some time to settle in first, I think.”
“I’ve already taken enough time off,” I said, fidgeting with my sleeve button.
“That’s not an issue. We’re just happy to have you back.” Greta smiled. “Tomorrow will be fine. I’d like to discuss a new fundraising idea that Aidan’s come up with.”