Girl Meets Billionaire
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Girl Meets Billionaire
Layla Hagen, Brenna Aubrey, Annika Martin, Jules Barnard, JA Huss, Lauren Blakely, Julia Kent, Laurelin Paige
Girl meets billionaire...and then what happens?
The road to happily-ever-after has many twists and turns, especially when an arrogant, sexy alpha billionaire is involved. Read 8 FREE billionaire romances that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon in this special edition box set available for a LIMITED TIME only.
Night After Night by Lauren Blakely
Julia thought she could spend one passionate week in the arms of gorgeous Clay and then leave him behind — but she was wrong.
Mr. Perfect by J.A. Huss
Seduced by her billionaire boss, Ellie discovers forbidden desires she didn’t know she had. But what if the perfect man turns out to have hidden secrets?
Dirty Billionaire by Meghan March
After being humiliated in the tabloids, budding star Holly spends a sensual night with a gorgeous stranger. But her mystery man turns out to be billionaire Creighton — and he’s not letting her go so easily…
Dirty Sexy Player by Laurelin Paige
In order to get her inheritance, Elizabeth agrees to a fake marriage with playboy businessman Weston. It’s supposed to be a temporary professional agreement — until they can’t deny their chemistry any longer…
At Any Price by Brenna Aubrey
Blogger Mia Strong cashes in on her online popularity by selling her virginity to the highest bidder — with no strings attached. But when sexy CEO Adam Drake wins the prize, all bets are off…
Anything For You by Layla Hagen
Devoting his life to his younger siblings means CEO Landon Connor has no time for romance. But one look at landscape designer Maddie Jennings leaves Landon hot and bothered... Will he finally consider making room in his life for love?
Most Eligible Billionaire by Annika Martin
Henry’s mother left the family business to her dog — and left the dog to Vicky, their beautiful next-door neighbor. A “highly entertaining” (USA Today) romantic comedy!
Tempting Levi by Jules Barnard
Resort owner Levi thinks he’s found the perfect assistant in gorgeous Emily. There’s just one complication: She’s his cheating ex’s little sister…
Table of Contents
Title
Anything for You by Layla Hagen
At Any Price by Brenna Aubrey
Most Eligible Billionaire by Annika Martin
Tempting Levi by Jules Barnard
Mr Perfect by JA Huss
Night After Night by Lauren Blakely
Shopping for a Billionaire’s Fiancée by Julia Kent
Dirty Sexy Player by Laurelin Paige
Copyright
Anything For You
Layla Hagen
Landon Connor is a man of many talents–all business magazines agree on that. My family calls me a workaholic, but being driven and career-focused is what turned me into a hotshot CEO. I have good reasons for keeping my personal life on hold.
Then Maddie Jennings walks into my life and makes me question all my choices.
Maddie says she hasn’t met anyone like me before, and hopes she never will again. Good. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else getting the reactions I do out of her when I boss her around, when I stand just a little too close.
Pretending to ignore the way I make her feel is becoming her full-time job.
I’m not ignoring anything about her, from her curves to the sweetness in her smile. She’s all I see, and everything I want.
Maddie can’t help giving in to my romantic overtures and the intoxicating feeling when we touch. But even as our passion grows, I can’t help but wonder—can I prove I’m ready to open my heart for longer than a summer?
Table of Contents
Anything for You
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Epilogue
Chapter One
Landon
“You need a vacation,” Adam said.
I was pacing my corner office in the high-rise in San Jose, massaging my right temple. I could feel a headache forming.
“I know.”
“A real vacation. Not one that lasts forty-eight hours.”
I laughed because that was an accurate description of my vacations for the past few years. As my right hand, Adam knew all about it. But now I’d just finished negotiations for a partnership with another important player in the software industry. For the next few weeks, everyone would be focusing on paperwork and celebrating. I wasn’t needed for either, and I was exhausted. The months leading to this point had been intense.
“You’re right. Taking two weeks off wouldn’t be a bad idea.”
Adam widened his eyes. “Are you serious?”
I paced the office some more, keeping to the window, which was my favorite place in the room. It was floor-to-ceiling, with a generous view of the city. I spent most of my time indoors, but through this window, I’d always felt less removed from the outside world, like I was part of the excitement going on outside.
“No. You’re right. The company won’t collapse if I take an extended leave.” Climbing to the top of the industry had required work. Staying there required even more work.
“Landon, two weeks isn’t extended. We have people who take a year-long leave of absence. Part of the generous benefits you’re offering, remember? But two weeks is a miracle for you.”
I finally stopped pacing, focusing on Adam instead. “Are you sure you can handle everything here?”
“Of course. That’s why you hired me. I’m your trusted right hand, best friend, and all-around do-gooder.”
I cocked a brow. “I can’t tell if you’re looking for a raise or just compliments.”
“Maybe both. Or maybe neither and I just want your sorry ass out of San Jose before you burn out. Where do you want to go? Bahamas? Bali? Mexico?”
I shook my head. I didn’t need any exotic destination. I knew exactly where I wanted to go: home. I’d grown up in LA, and my five siblings were still there. So was my nephew. It had been over four years since I’d spent more than two days in a row with them. Ever since my wife passed away, I’d focused on work.
“Nah, LA. I want to spend some time with my family.”
“That’s great. I can count on Val to throw your phone in the ocean if you overdo answering ‘urgent’ e-mails.” Adam nodded encouragingly, making air quotes around the word urgent.
“Don’t give her any ideas,” I warned. My twin sister Valentina had too many ideas as it was. I reached for my smartphone on the desk. “I’ll call her right now.”
Adam understood the dismissal and left the room. I dialed my sister’s number and she answered after the fifth ring.
“Congratulatio
ns,” she exclaimed before I even had a chance to open my mouth. “You just finalized negotiations, right? How are you celebrating?”
Only Val would remember the exact time I’d seal the deal. She was one of a kind.
“Yes, I did. And as for celebrating… I want to come home for two weeks.”
There was a pause, and I wondered if either of us had accidentally ended the call. Then Val exclaimed, “Wait, I think my ears might be deceiving me. Dearest brother of mine, did you actually say you’re coming home? For two weeks?”
I could hear the smile in her voice. “Yes, exactly.”
“On business?”
“No, I want to take time off.”
“Wow! Wow! To what do we owe this miracle? Actually, you know what? Don’t tell me. I don’t want to give you a chance to reconsider. When are you arriving?”
“I can get on a plane tomorrow.”
“Excellent. The sooner, the better. Oh, Milo is going to be so excited when I tell him. He talks about you nonstop.”
I smiled. Milo was our sister Lori’s six-year-old son. I talked to him every Saturday morning, but I couldn’t wait to spend some time in person with my nephew. The boy hero-worshipped me, and I did my best to live up to that, be a good influence, but it was hard to be any kind of influence from a distance.
“I’ll ask my assistant to buy me a ticket right away. Do you need something? Anything I should buy?”
“No. Well, a present for our dearest nephew would be nice.”
“I always bring him presents,” I reminded her, finally sitting behind my desk.
“What time will you arrive?”
“I’ll come to the office in the morning to finalize some things, but I’ll catch a flight early in the afternoon. I’ll make it in time for dinner.”
Friday dinners were a tradition in our clan, and my siblings got together every week no matter what.
“Perfect! We’ll all be here. Oh, Landon, this is so great. I can’t wait. It’s been so long since we’ve spent more than a few days together.”
I heard the change in her voice, the sudden softness.
“I can’t wait either, munchkin,” I said.
“Don’t call me that,” Val protested. That had been our father’s nickname for her. He used it when he wanted to tease her. It had always made her smile.
“Fair warning, you might have to put up with it for the next two weeks.”
“You brute. At least give me a few days to enjoy having you here before you start annoying me.”
“I’m not making any promises. See you tomorrow, Val. I want to ask my assistant to buy that airplane ticket before she leaves.”
“Sure. Go ahead. See you tomorrow.”
After the line went static, I rose from my leather seat, looked out the window, and smiled. I was going home.
Chapter Two
Maddie
I straightened up when Val called my name, then sauntered toward the house, careful where I stepped. I’d transformed her front yard into a mess, but that was how landscaping worked in the initial phase.
“Here, I made some iced tea.” She set the tray on the large wooden table in front of the house and poured the tea into two glasses.
“Thanks!” I gulped it down greedily, the liquid cooling my throat. This was just what the doctor ordered. It was an unusually hot afternoon for the end of June in LA. Val’s ranch-style house was located on the northwestern side of the city, and the ocean was so far away that not even a wisp of a breeze reached us here.
“How is it going?”
“I’m done for the day, just waiting for the timber posts to be delivered. I talked to the driver a while ago. He should be here in ten minutes.”
Val finished her tea, sweeping her gaze across the yard. She’d commissioned me to transform her downward-sloping property into a terraced garden, and the first step involved breaking down the smooth slope into multiple levels. I’d started the project only this week, so right now it looked as if a meteorite had hit it squarely in the center.
“Okay. Landon will arrive from LAX soon. Do you want to join us for dinner? All my siblings are coming.” She smiled warmly. Val was an unusual employer. Unusual in the best way possible. I’d landscaped the yard surrounding her office building a few months back, and she’d loved the results so much that she commissioned me again.
She was friendly and fun, and I was more than tempted to say yes. I’d met her sister Lori and her son Milo, and they were fun too. And last Friday I’d been here to discuss the last details of the project with Val and caught a glimpse of the entire family—minus Landon, of course—arriving for dinner, and they seemed very tight.
I only had pizza leftovers waiting for me at home, and no company whatsoever, but I shook my head. I didn’t want to infringe on their family time.
“Thanks, but I’m okay.”
“Okay.” She drummed her fingers on the table, checking the time on her phone, her excitement palpable. When the unmistakable sound of a car pulling up to the front gate reached us, she rose from her seat and skidded down the patchy earth, her dark brown hair bobbing down her back. The house was at the top of the slope, the entrance gate at the very bottom. This place would look like the Garden of Eden by the time I was done with it. Shame it had to be in shambles exactly when her brother arrived.
I rose from my seat too, trying to decide on the best way to make myself scarce so I could offer them privacy. I ended up heading inside the house. I’d deposited my bag and a change of clothes in the foyer this morning, and I could check my e-mails while I waited for the delivery. Even though the bulk of the landscaping business was hands-on, I still spent one or two hours dealing with organizational tasks or finalizing designs for the next project. I only played in the dirt in one project at a time, but I typically completed the design phase for the next project at the same time. Unfortunately, I found my phone was out of battery. It must have died after I talked to the delivery driver. I debated changing out of my work clothes, but there was no point. I’d have to help unload the truck, and I’d just get my good clothes dirty too.
When I stepped out of the house again, Valentina and her brother were just finishing the climb up the slope, and holy hell. That was Landon Connor? When I saw the family last week, I gathered that the Connor gene pool was an enviable one.
The women were tall, with delicate and elegant features, the men even taller—over six feet—and very handsome. But in my humble opinion, Landon was the best-looking of all.
Of course, my opinion might have been skewed by the fact that he was wearing a suit right now. Since I worked outdoors, I mostly saw the opposite sex in tanks or short-sleeved T-shirts, soaked in sweat. I was a sucker for a man in a suit, especially one who wore it as well as Landon did. His hair was a darker shade of brown than Valentina’s, but their eyes seemed to be the same bright green. They both stopped talking upon seeing me.
“Landon, this is Maddie Jennings.”
“I hear you’re the one responsible for turning this”—he gestured to the terrain behind him—“unrecognizable.”
“Guilty as charged.”
The corners of his lips lifted. Oh my, that smile. I was wishing I had changed. Bits of earth clung to my jeans, and I’d smeared my T-shirt over the course of the day. My blonde hair was hanging in a limp ponytail. Not that I was trying to impress Landon, no matter how swoon-worthy his smile or how well he wore that suit, but I felt out of place between his pristine clothes and Val’s crisp pencil skirt and blouse.
Val elbowed him playfully. “Well, if you’d given me a few days’ heads-up, I could have told Maddie to start after you leave. There was—” A ringtone interrupted her. It came from the inside of the house, and ceased after two rings.
She groaned. “That could be the supplier’s call I’ve been waiting for all day. I promise I won’t be long, but I have to call him back. One of the lavender suppliers jumped ship, and I need to replace him right away.”
“I can pull some st
rings and ask in my circle about lavender producers—” Landon began, but Val interrupted him.
“Landon Connor!” She slashed the air with her forefinger. “You’re here on vacation. You haven’t had one in so long that possibly you forgot what it means. Yes to cocktails and fun and lazy days in the sun. No to work of any kind.”
Landon didn’t miss a beat. “I can do whatever I want.”
“Oh don’t you dare pull the big brother card on me. I’m your twin.”
His lips twitched. “Older than you by fifteen minutes.”
She shook her head, turning to me. “He seems to have no concept of vacation, so he needs all our help. He’ll be staying here at the house, so do me a favor and be my spy. If you see him anywhere near his phone or laptop, I want an immediate report.”
I smiled at their banter and felt the need to contribute too. “But you need a supplier, and he can pull strings. Just saying, if I had a brother who could pull strings for me, I wouldn’t say no.”
Landon whistled appreciatively.
Valentina stared at me. “Whose side are you on?”
“Yours,” I replied with mock seriousness. “You sign my paychecks.”
“I’m going to check my phone.” She narrowed her eyes, then headed inside the house. A few seconds later, I heard a truck come to a stop in front of the gate.
“And that’ll be the delivery,” I informed Landon.
“What delivery?”
“Timber poles for the terracing process. To stabilize the earth.”
“Who’s unloading them?”
“The driver and I. The other guys working for me have gone home already.”
Landon motioned with his head toward the gate. “Come on, I’ll help.”
He shrugged out of his suit jacket, laid it on the wooden table, and strode down the slope before I could say anything to the contrary. On the way, he popped open the buttons of his sleeves, rolling said sleeves up to his elbow, revealing strong forearms. I sighed, shaking my head. I was a sucker for men in suits, but men with rolled-up sleeves and muscled forearms were my kryptonite.