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  The Billionaire’s Fake Girlfriend

  (Part 1)

  By

  Sierra Rose

  Copyright 2015 by Sierra Rose

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

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  My Despicable Ex Part 1 – US: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00FXAG6MS?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

  My Despicable Ex Part 1 – UK

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  She thinks he’s despicable. He wants her back…with a vengeance.

  BOOK TRAILER: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZ8m9f7JDzk

  Short blurb: A woman must travel around the globe with her despicable ex in order to get her hands on her inheritance.

  My Despicable Ex longer blurb:

  Ashly Roberts and Jake Connors are barely twenty when they decide to take the proverbial plunge and walk down the aisle to exchange vows in front of the dearly beloved. Basking in bridal bliss, Ashly feels she is living the perfect fairytale, until she’s faced with a runaway groom, dumped at the altar by bad-boy fiancé, Jake Connors.

  Five years later, Jake steps back into her life…

  He realizes that being a no-show for their nuptials was the worst mistake of his life. A little older and more mature, he is ready to fight for Ashly’s love once again. When Ashly sees him, she can’t deny the attraction she feels, but her hormones are overruled by the horror of what he did to her in the past. Nevertheless, Jake’s most potent weapon, those dazzling baby blues, ignites a spark in Ashly, no matter how angry she wants to be. She cannot deny the spark, and she only hopes the inferno it ignites will not consume her heart again.

  *This is a two book series* (All of your answers won't be answered in book 1)

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  Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bosss-Son-Office-Romance-My-ebook/dp/B00ZGUNZE2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1438948547&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Boss%27s+Son+%28An+Office+Romance%29+%28My+Office+Romance%29

  This is a 3 book novella series. 18+ due to sexual situations.

  Britt woke up in Jack’s glorious arms.

  Jack…whatever his last name was. She hadn't a clue who he was. Kicking her way out of the sheets, Britt got to her feet and clutched her head instantly. It pounded like an unsuccessful road construction project and her teeth hurt, actually ached from the hangover. Stumbling to the bathroom with annoyance, she drank water and took a shower and drank more water, chastising herself for letting it get this bad.

  She knew to drink water and take aspirin before bed to help curb this hideous feeling. She needed a full breakfast, something big. But she was stuck with this guy who thought it was socially acceptable to hang out after a one-night stand. Britt didn’t have any experience with a one-nighter, except that time in college with the one guy in her women’s studies class, the one with the tattoo of a hard drive motherboard on his chest. That hadn’t ended well, but for sure he had at least had the courtesy to leave her dorm immediately afterward. Were they supposed to have breakfast together? Bond in some way? She had work. He had…probably the unemployment line or guitar practice or something. Mainly, she needed head-space to get ready for her day and try to forget what she’d done the night before, namely some guitarist whose last name was a mystery better left unsolved. The guy was HOT! But she knew she would never see him again.

  Or would she?

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  Groomless - US: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00X1SKBU2?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

  Groomless - UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00X1SKBU2?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

  WARNING: This is a novella. 18+ due to sexual situations. This is a 3-book series. This ends with a cliffhanger and the story will be continued in Book 2.

  When Julia finds out her father is dying, she is devastated. He tells her his biggest regret is not getting the chance to dance with her at her wedding reception. So what does Julia do? She creates the perfect wedding reception. But there’s one problem. Julia doesn’t have a groom. Nonetheless, she plans a small wedding reception for close friends and family so her father will get his last dying wish. But when the press hears about the heartwarming story, Julia creates a media buzz. The story goes viral and her simple wedding reception goes from a backyard event to being hosted at one of the most elegant ballrooms in New York City. And when billionaire Luke Ellison enters the mix, the press goes wild. Can Julia fight her attraction toward a man who broke her heart so many years ago?

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  Addictive Collision: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TPSC6AA

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  Addictive Collision tells the story of twenty-five-year-old Morgan Tyler, who works as a receptionist at Belmont University and also takes classes on the side. She journeys through the pain of being trapped in a sexless marriage. Tired of having a roommate for a husband, she explores her options. Should she stay in the confines of her unhappy marriage or make the painful decision to leave? As she debates what direction her life should take, sparks begin to fly with a hot, hunky mailman named Foster. Is it time to move on with her life, or should Morgan fight for the man who is ignoring her?

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  This is Part 1 of a three-book novella series. Each story is approx. 30,000 words. 18+ due to sexual situations. All of your questions won't be answered without purchasing Parts 2 and 3.

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  Calli Crawford has given up too much in life; too many rules and regulations forcing her to become someone she can barely recognize. Such is the life of a woman in the Witness Protection Program. With loneliness and fear as a constant companion, she's in search for solitude in hopes of making it to the trial date and getting back to her life.

  Captain John "Edge" Barker has served his final mission for the Navy SEALs and the devastation of it has left its mark on the hard-bodied vet. His plan is to focus on his dogs and ignore the rest of the world, but when a raven-haired woman in need moves across the street, his world is turned upside down.

  Needing someone to protect, he goes against his better judgment and steps into her world, and makes her fight his own. With the largest syndicate in New York searching high and low for them, the pair doesn't have the luxury of living in the present. They're forced to stay on the razor edge of tomorrow.

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  Jenna Harks left Goldman Sachs. Left the two hundred thousand starting salary on the table. She left to make her name with something bigger, better. Even if it did mean starting out as a low-level assistant without recognition or the chance of dental. But when mistaken identity gives Jenna the job of her dreams, she isn’t sure what to make of it. She knows she has the skills and determination, that’s for sure. So she rises to the challenge.

  There is Michael Larchwood, younger son of the legendary Abe Larchwood. Second heir to the keys of the castle. He was also a notorious playboy who flirts with Jenna. The thing is, not only does the company have a zero tolerance policy toward inter-office fraternization, but Michael was well known for flouting those rules. At least four women in the last two years were fired after being seen leaving his apartment, and Jenna was in no way interested in making that list.

  And then there’s the serious brother, Thomas Larchwood, who is a brilliant financial tactician and the youngest person ever to be named on Forbes most influential people’s list. All that and he was only a few years older than Jenna.

  The more Michael flirts with Jenna, the more Thomas takes notice. Both brothers are off limits. But during this Christmas season, one of them steals her heart.

  Read samples at the end of this book. Just click on the title you wish to read.

  My Despicable Ex

  The Boss’s Son

  Addictive Collision

  The Edge of Tomorrow

  Groomless

  Seduced By My Billionaire Boss

  Chapter 1

  I was flying on a crystal clear morning. The sky was tinted pink with the rising sun, and clouds parted lightly between my fingers. I picked up speed and let my long hair stream out behind me as my heart slowed to a steady, calming beat. There was nothing that could touch me up here. Nothing that could find me. My eyes closed and a gentle smile warmed my face.

  I wasn’t coming down this time. I’d found my heaven. I’d found my peace.

  Until…

  A thousand screams tore apart the skies as fire rained down from above. I covered my head and tried to get back to the ground, but I already knew what was coming.

  The dragon had attacked many times before.

  I ducked and rolled through the smoking clouds, dodging molten streams of death, until all at once, the beast was upon me. And it was MASSIVE! My eyes widened to terrified saucers as I gazed up in sick horror. The monster opened its mouth, almost like it was smiling at me. But just as it drew up a final breath to smite me once and for all—

  —it turned into a puzzle and dissolved into a million pieces.

  Wait…what?

  I pried open my eyes and squinted up at the ceiling as bits of plaster and dust misted from above. A predictable sliding thump rattled the rafters, and I covered my face with a groan. Mrs. Wakowski was up to her Zumba earlier than usual today. My alarm hadn’t even gone off.

  Then it went off.

  “You are going to be late again. You silly, irresponsible girl. You are going to be late.”

  Speak of the devil. It started repeating the same line over and over again. I slammed the top of the clock and cursed the cosmic forces once again for sticking me with this apartment. It wasn’t easy to find affordable living in East Hollywood. Certain horrifying concessions had to be made. Mrs. Wakowski and her early morning Zumba were just the tip of the iceberg. Then there were the roaches, the gas leaks, the police helicopters, and the overall stench of urine baking up from the sidewalks. But my recurring dragon dream…?

  To be honest, I had no godly idea how that fit in.

  I shimmied out of bed and landed on the ground with an undignified thud. My industrial-grade fan—aka “my personal savior,” aka did I mention there was no air-conditioning?—shot all my hair back like I’d been shocked and I was quick to angle it away with my toe as I pulled myself up to my full height and cast a wary glance into the mirror.

  This had to be what they meant when they said, “trying to make it in LA.” I felt like I was the poster girl.

  Long auburn hair, pale creamy skin, a pretty face, and a rail-thin body. In any other town, I’d be a knockout, a star. But for whatever reason, in this city built on the parking tickets and rent traps of other small-town stars, I was one in a million. And not in the good way.

  With a habitual sigh, I leaned in to see what the damage was today. Eyes were red, but not puffy. Dark circles were already fading. Not bad after a night of heavy drinking. My liver, on the other hand? It was best not to think about it.

  There’d been a lot of these nights lately, it seemed. It had started as a tradition between my roommate Amanda and me. Every time we didn’t get a part we auditioned for (this included getting turned away from the casting beforehand because the coveted two-line role had been filled sometime in the six hours we were standing in line), we would come together over a bottle of tequila and flip on a Netflix fest as we wallowed and swallowed our grief. It was actually pretty fun. Much more fun than waiting forever at the castings.

  A muffled retching from bathroom let me know that Amanda wasn’t having as much fun as I was.

  I slipped on a pair of amethyst scrubs, pulled my hair back into a messy bun, and grabbed my Chapstick as I made my way out into the hall. Deevus, our three-legged cat, hobbled past me chasing a Tasmanian twister of dust sent flying by my fan. I tripped over his knobby back and set him off yowling as I made my way to the bathroom.

  “Sorry, Deevus. Tell ya what. I’ll get you some milk.”

  I poured a tiny bit of milk on a plate and set it on the floor. “Am I forgiven?”

  He meowed. I kissed him on the head and listened to him purr. He was a stray my roommate picked up. We had no idea if he had been in some kind of accident, but we loved him all the same. He could be grumpy at times, but that’s when we loved him even more.

  After pulling on my shoe, I knocked softly on the door. “You okay in there?”

  A half-strangled gurgling noise answered me. Something that actually sounded uncannily like our cat. The toilet flushed, the sink ran, and a second later, I heard Amanda slide down against the other side of the door.

  “That was the last time,” she moaned. “I’m serious.”

  “Yep,” I agreed, as I was certainly expected to. “Well, I’m off to work, okay?”

  “How can you even think about work at a time like this?”

  I rolled my eyes with a grin. The predictable answer of a spoiled cul-de-sac princess.

  “I love it,” I answered bitingly. “I wish I could be there all the time.”

  She snorted on the other side of the door. I could almost picture her laying her clammy cheek against the cool tiles on the floor. It was a comfort move both of us had done many, many times. It was also the reason we kept the bathroom impeccably clean.

  “Was that Deevus that wailed earlier?”

  “Yep.” I pulled on my other shoe. “I gotta go—I’m going to be late.”

  “Did you get that guy’s phone number last night? He was hot.”

  I blew out a long breath.

  “Did you mess it up again?” she asked.

  “No. Well, kind of. I started talking about how upset I was that Mrs. Johnson had taken such a bad turn. I guess it was too deep for him. But I’m worried about the woman. She’s been my patient for months and we’ve grown quite close. She might not make it to next week. I’m so worried about her.”

  “Talking about death isn’t the way to go when you first meet someone.”

  I bit my lip hard. “You’re probably right.”

  “You’re working in hospice. You know these people are near the end. And it’s great that you give them so much love and support, but you have to be able to let go.”
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  “I get so attached to every single one of my patients.”

  “I know you do. And that’s why you need an understanding man. I’m going to find you the most understanding and compassionate man in all of Hollywood.”

  “No more blind dates.”

  “I promise this one will be different. What do you think? There’s Edward. He still lives with his mom, but I swear, he’s really sweet.”

  “Late,” I said again. “I’m swinging by the store on my way home—you need anything?”

  “Yes. No.” She shuffled against the door. “Wait—yes. Get some more of those caramel things we had last week at Billy’s. The ones that are shaped like a frog?”

  I nodded distractedly and typed into my phone. “Frogs. Got it. Okay, I gotta run.” I slapped a hand against the door. “Feel better—I’ll see you tonight.” I was halfway out when she called weakly to me.

  “Bex?”

  I paused. “Yeah?”

  “Put tequila on the list.”

  “Already there.”

  Chapter 2

  I just had to take one subway and one bus to get to the hospice care home where I worked in Westwood. It bordered a nice residential area, separated from the Fortune 500 businesses on the other side by a grove of shaded trees and a million home-brewed coffee shops. Despite Amanda’s rambling, I was able to catch the early bus, which meant I had time to duck into my favorite among these shops before my shift started at ten.