Ten Ways to Get a Billionaire - PAPERBACK

She is stunned when her playboy billionaire neighbor offers to help her win over her high school crush. He has admired her from afar and now she wants his help trying to win another man. It’s getting difficult to tell which man is the right one for her.

Cynthia Randall's quest for love takes an unexpected turn when she sets her sights on her high school crush, Maxwell Harrington, now the dashing Channel Nine Anchorman. But as she devises a strategic plan to capture his heart using "Ten Ways to Win a Man," her charming yet playboy neighbor, Damien Giovanni, steps in with a surprising offer—to protect her from heartbreak and reveal the true gem she is.

Caught between two captivating men, Cyndi must navigate the allure of Max's charismatic facade and Damien's genuine affection. With her heart on the line, she faces a choice that could redefine her future. Will she pursue the fantasy of her old flame or embrace the unexpected love blossoming right next door?

Enjoy this wholesome billionaire romantic comedy, where passion and intimacy are gently woven into a story that celebrates deep connections and heartfelt moments.

Rock Springs, Wyoming

One more night—alone.

Cynthia Randall drove her fiery red BMW into the one-car garage and pushed on the brake. She killed the engine and yanked the keys out of the ignition. Staring at the steering wheel, her chest tightened with emotion.
Tonight would be the one-month anniversary of her breakup with Tim. Just thinking about walking into her townhouse without him sitting on her porch waiting for her to come home from work, made a lump form in her throat. For sure, his purebred toy poodle wouldn’t be yapping in a high pitch, threatening to tear off her big toe tonight. She could handle the dog, but it was harder for her to cope with Tim’s absence.

She snagged her leather briefcase from the passenger’s seat, stuffed with material she’d have to look over before the morning’s meeting with Rock Springs’ Channel Nine Directors, and slid out of the car. Another evening keeping company with news reports rather than a man. She released an unsettled sigh.

People had said, Cyndi, life will go on. She’d seen little evidence besides the fact that the sun still rose and set—and she was still very much alone. She wanted someone to talk to, watch television with, or take her out to dinner once in a while.

And she definitely missed that sweet night kiss that made her head buzz with dreamy stars and the butterflies dancing in her stomach, and the tingles shooting through her as if she were having an out-of-body experience in an alien’s saucer.

Cynthia grabbed her purse and bumped the car door closed with her hip. Her two-inch heels clicked against the cement as she hurried out of the carport. She fished around in her purse for the remote hooked to her keys. Figures she couldn’t find it. She’d just had the keys in her hand and the same magical force that eats socks from the dryer had worked again, sucking the keys to the bottom of her purse. Her fingers brushed over the key chain and she withdrew the remote, aimed it over her shoulder and clicked. When nothing happened, she clicked harder. Still, there was no locking sound. Gritting her teeth to hold back the angry words floating in her head, she tried it again and again until finally, the doors fastened firmly.

The evening’s cool air stroked her cheek. A gentle wind teased the strands of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail and tickled her neck. She flipped off a stray lock, an automatic reaction. It’s a good thing she didn’t wear her hair long. Time was wasted on fixing it, that’s for sure.
Next to her townhouse, shadows danced under the streetlights as throaty giggles floated in the breeze. A movement from the Lexus parked in front of her neighbor’s townhouse caught her attention. She recognized the wave of the man’s dark brown hair and the shape of his abundant muscles.

Damien Giovanni, her single, Italian neighbor who had turned romancing women into a career, was obviously doing what he did best – getting another woman to fall for his false charms. She rolled her eyes. She was tired of feeling as if she’d caught Romeo in the act. Why did they have to live so close? Once in a while, she would like to walk up to her house without feeling like she was intruding on his privacy.
On tiptoe, she sneaked toward her front door, not wanting to make her presence known. His deep laughter rang through the quiet night and made her pause before reaching her porch. Could his date be over so early in the evening? That man entertained women every night and into the early hours of the next morning. She didn’t even want to know what they did, although she wasn’t stupid or naive. She knew if she walked too close to his side of the townhouse, the Lord might spear a lightning bolt down on that man just to wake him up and put him on the straight and narrow, and she didn’t want to get burned in the process.

The glow from the streetlight shone upon the figures leaning against each other beside the door of his sports car. She angled to get a better look. They moved together like two worms in electric-shock therapy. How disgusting.

The woman in his arms was his usual five-foot eight, blonde Barbie doll. He laughed again, and the baritone ring sent shivers of desire down Cyndi’s spine. She cursed her weakness, admitting she enjoyed hearing his voice. Must be his Italian accent. Unfortunately, she couldn’t stand men like him who never wanted to settle on one woman.

The Barbie wannabe raked her more-than-likely fake fingernails through his hair and linked her arms around his neck. Damien grabbed her closer and planted a kiss on her mouth. Cyndi grumbled under her breath. Couldn’t he do that in his house? It was bad enough to hear his voice, but to see him in action...