Certifiable genius
Mari Hart has spent her life focusing on school and getting ahead. Freshly out
of school at age twenty, with two doctorates in hand and no idea what to do
next, Mari decides to allow herself one night to be young, something she’s
never done before. She’s smart, and she’s responsible—what could go wrong?
But at Florida’s
hot, kinky new nightclub she sees something that she shouldn’t, and even her
incredible intelligence can’t save her—but billionaire Alexios Kosta can. One
of the world’s richest men—one with dark secrets of his own—Alexi has the power
to make all of Mari’s problems go away.
The catch? To obtain
full protection, Mari must become Alexi’s wife. And it isn’t long before their
public displays of affection spark something far hotter than either could ever
have imagined…
This is book two of
the A Virgin, A Billionaire and a Marriage series. It is a category length
novel that stands alone- no cliffhangers!
There are heavy footsteps behind me. The muscles of my legs burn—my
quads, my hamstrings, my glutes.
I don’t stop.
Sitting in traffic at the end of the alley is a sleek black Porsche.
Rental plates.
My hands reach for the door, fumble for the handle.
The thundering steps behind me are growing closer.
The door is,
miraculously, unlocked. It opens under my shaking fingers. With the last of my
strength, a final surge born of adrenaline, I fling myself into the back seat,
the scent of leather and new car surrounding me like a blanket.
“What—” The driver’s voice is male, and it swears when a bullet thuds
into the metal of the door that I slam closed behind me. There’s a screech of
tires, and I slam into the seats in front of me as the driver wheels out into
traffic with speed and surprising skill.
“Drive.” I don’t recognize my own voice. It’s harsh, raw, like the
shredded soles of my feet. “Please. Get me out of here.”
The driver doesn’t reply, concentrating on his driving as I slowly,
painfully, pull myself to a sitting position. I shift so that I can look at him
in the rearview mirror.
Our eyes meet, caramel and soft gray, and an electric current burns away
the remnants of shock.
It’s him.
It’s the man from the club.
Lauren Hawkeye/ Lauren Jameson never
imagined that she’d wind up telling stories for a living… though when she looks
back, it’s easy to see that she’s the only one who is surprised. Always “the
kid who read all the time”, Lauren made up stories about her favorite
characters once she’d finished a book… and once spent an entire year narrating
her own life internally. No, really. But where she was just plain odd before
publication, now she can at least claim to have an artistic temperament.
Lauren lives in the Rocky Mountains of
Alberta, Canada with her husband, toddler, pit bull and idiot cat, though they
do not live in an igloo, nor do they drive a dogsled. In her nonexistent spare
time Lauren can be found knitting (her husband claims that her snobby yarn
collection is exorbitant), reading anything she can get her hands on, or
sweating her way through spin class. She loves to hear from her readers!
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