Bad Boyfriend: Billionaire’s Club #7
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Oh for fuck’s sake.
Well, she was changing that tomorrow . . . today . . . fuck, yesterday, now that—
“Go away, Luke,” she said, pushing past him and unlocking her door while blocking his view of the keypad that was identical to that of the elevator. Her front door’s code was not the date of her anniversary with her ex.
But Luke probably already knew that, given that he had been sitting on the floor of her hallway rather than on her couch, beer in hand, feet making prints on her glass coffee table.
Men.
Fucking men.
She slammed the door closed behind her and threw the dead bolt. The knock approximately one second later did not surprise her. Bec dropped her briefcase to the floor then opened it just enough to shoot angry eyes at him through the narrow gap the dead bolt allowed.
Serious green eyes fixed onto hers. “We need to talk.”
“Luke,” she snapped. “I’m exhausted. It’s the middle of the night. I wouldn’t have any patience to talk to my best friends right now, let alone my ex-husband.”
“Funny story about that,” he said, his lips curving. “Turns out that I’m not actually your ex-husband.”
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Bad Fiancé
Book Six
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Seraphina
Sera was alone, pining after a man who’d created the latest social media craze.
Yup. Her life was ah-maz-ing.
Tate cleared his throat, and Sera realized she’d been staring at him dumbfounded for a good couple of minutes.
“How can I help you today?” she asked. “I do hope”—Do hope? What was she, British? Ugh.—“I-uh . . . I hope you were able to find a house. The agents I passed along are very good at finding unique properties, and I even gave them a few locations to start with . . . ” She bit her lip, attempting to stop the ramble.
“No.”
Just no.
Um. Okay.
He lifted a hand, rubbed the back of his neck. The movement made his shirt lift, exposing several inches of flat stomach and tan skin and, oh God, a trail of blond hair leading south. Her mouth watered, desperate to trace that path with her tongue—
Sera sucked in a breath, popped to her feet.
“Ah. I’m sorry.” She picked up a random file, pretending to know what was in it. “I’m actually really busy, so this will have to continue another time.”
Like never.
She rounded her desk, forced a smile. “Mr. Conner,” she said when he didn’t move. “I’ll have my assistant schedule something soon.”
“Seraphina.”
She shivered at the sound of her name on his lips—soft, a little raspy, and deep enough to conjure all sorts of unhelpful fantasies in her mind.
Shaking herself, she moved to open the door.
Suddenly, Tate was there, hand on hers, body inches away, spicy scent inundating her senses.
Sera’s breath caught. “What are you—?”
He seemed to be arguing with himself then finally, those piercing blue eyes locked onto hers. “I need you to marry me.”
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Also by Elise Faber
Roosevelt Ranch Series (all stand alone, series complete)
Disaster at Roosevelt Ranch
Heartbreak at Roosevelt Ranch
Collision at Roosevelt Ranch
Regret at Roosevelt Ranch
Desire at Roosevelt Ranch
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Billionaire’s Club (all stand alone)
Bad Night Stand
Bad Breakup
Bad Husband
Bad Hookup
Bad Divorce
Bad Fiancé
Bad Boyfriend
Bad Blind Date (April 19th, 2020)
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Gold Hockey (all stand alone)
Blocked
Backhand
Boarding
Benched
Breakaway
Breakout
Checked (March 29th, 2020)
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Chauvinist Stories
Bitch (Feb 16th, 2020)
Cougar (March 1st, 2020)
Whore (March 15th, 2020)
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Life Sucks Series (all stand alone)
Train Wreck
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Phoenix Series (read in order)
Phoenix Rising
Dark Phoenix
Phoenix Freed
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Phoenix: LexTal Chronicles (rereleasing soon, stand alone, Phoenix world)
From Ashes
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KTS Series
Fire and Ice (Hurt Anthology, stand alone)
About the Author
USA Today bestselling author, Elise Faber, loves chocolate, Star Wars, Harry Potter, and hockey (the order depending on the day and how well her team -- the Sharks! -- are playing). She and her husband also play as much hockey as they can squeeze into their schedules, so much so that their typical date night is spent on the ice. Elise is the mom to two exuberant boys and lives in Northern California. Connect with her in her Facebook group, the Fabinators or find more information about her books at www.elisefaber.com.