The Billionaire's Hideaway - PAPERBACK

By uncovering the reclusive billionaire playboy’s secret life, she is in hopes of advancing her career as a journalist. Tired of the humdrum billionaire life, he wants more adventure, but meeting the beautiful guest at his resort might be his downfall.

Intrigued by the opportunity to interview the enigmatic owner of an Oregon resort, Erica West arrives with determination, her sights set on career advancement and a chance to crack the facade of a reclusive billionaire. Yet, her plans take an unexpected turn when she crosses paths with Tate Sloan, a charming staff assistant whose allure proves more captivating than she bargained for.

As Erica delves deeper into her investigation, Tate becomes an indispensable ally, his mysterious demeanor adding layers to her quest. Amidst the summer heat and the allure of hidden truths, Erica grapples with her own vulnerabilities, questioning whether her growing attraction to Tate is genuine or simply a product of her undercover guise.

For Tate, Erica's arrival heralds not only a professional challenge but a personal revelation. Drawn to her beauty and intellect, he finds himself yearning for a connection beyond the confines of wealth and status. Yet, as secrets unravel and desires collide, he wonders if Erica can see past the trappings of his fortune to embrace the man beneath.

Savor this wholesome billionaire romance, where passion and intimacy are delicately woven into a narrative that celebrates deep connections and truly heartfelt moments.

A beachside resort would be the perfect place to fall in love – if she believed in that.

But Erica West didn’t believe in true love, or even lasting love. All wealthy men were liars, and it was her assignment as a journalist for Portland’s five-star magazine, What Women Want, to prove that theory.

Port Cove Resort was where she’d collect her research.
Erica gazed in awe at the clear blue water as the taxi made its way toward the resort. She couldn’t wait to go snorkeling, or just to play on the beach. Although this vacation involved working on her article, she planned to have a little leisure time, too.

As the taxi slowed, she adjusted her sunglasses and hooked the Gucci handbag over her shoulder. She’d fit in perfectly with the group of people at the expensive resort as long as she appeared wealthy, which of course, was far from her status in life. She’d actually taken out a loan for this trip. The magazine offered to reimburse her for half as long as her article brought in the readers. She was confident she’d pull in millions of women readers who had the same mindset as Erica.

There was no way she could let the owner of this place know that she was a journalist who’d be sneaking around and interviewing the guests. Her assignment was hush-hush, and she planned to get everything she needed to prove herself as a world-class writer.

Finally, the taxi stopped in front of the resort. She paid the driver and climbed out, waiting for him to get her luggage out of the trunk. During her wait, she glanced at the ocean again. The clear blue sky allowed the sun’s heat to beat down on her, and she wished she’d brought her beach hat to shade her face. The two-hour ride from the airport – in a vehicle that didn’t have a cool air conditioner – made for an uncomfortable ride.

Now that she was outside, the humidity was horrible.

“Here you go, miss.” The driver handed her luggage to her – one wheelie suitcase, one large shoulder bag, and one laptop case.

“Thank you.”

He motioned with his head toward the resort. “I’ve heard good things about this place. I’m sure you’ll have a great stay.”

She smiled. “I’m looking forward to it.” In more ways than one.

Erica walked to the front part of the resort and entered. In the lobby, two couples waited ahead of her for someone to check them in, Erica reached into her handbag and pulled out her pencil and spiral notebook to jot down a few notes.

The main desk stood in the middle of the room while large potted plants and arrangements of flowers decorated the shelves. Tastefully framed pictures of outdoor scenes lined the light blue wallpapered walls. Plush color-coordinated chairs sat along the wall near the receptionist desk.

It looked like a normal lobby to her. But what had she expected? Gold-plated trays with free caviar and champagne for every guest? Then again, a very wealthy man owned this resort – and many others just like this one – so it was difficult not to think that everything should look like diamonds and rubies.

A burst of laughter from outside drew her attention to the open window. Tiptoeing over to get a closer look, she peered outside. A man and woman were returning from the beach, dripping wet as their skimpy swimsuits clung to their cellulite-free bodies.

From what she had noticed of the guests so far, was that all the guests had toned bodies. Perhaps the overweight and less than beautiful people out there in the world didn’t think they were good enough for a place like this.

Erica shook her head and frowned. She’d have to dig deeper on this subject. Readers needed to know if this resort only catered to the glamorous and skinny. They shouldn’t judge a person by the shape of their body.
As she studied the layout of the resort, back farther from the hotel’s main building, a row of hut-style cabins lined the wooded area, giving a fair amount of privacy.

Directly across the yard, a tennis court stood deserted in the heat of the day. She tapped the pencil eraser on her chin. Perhaps most people just came to the resort to enjoy the beautiful blue ocean and nothing else. However, she was convinced that most women came here to find love – and most men came under false pretenses. Men were never honest in places like this.

Squaring her shoulders, she took a deep breath. So much to see, so much to write about. And so little time. One week would be over sooner than she’d wanted, so she mustn’t waste any time.

It was her job to find a single man – or two or three – and get to know them. She’d pretend to be attracted to them, of course, only so they would let her see the real men behind their deceitful façade.

She also wanted to meet the resort’s owner. Mr. Jonathan Sloan was a successful billionaire with several flourishing five-star resorts. He led a stealthy life by making people believe that they were only as good as their bank account. Erica looked forward to bringing that man down a notch or two.