The Irresistible Billionaire - PAPERBACK

When she meets the irresistibly charming billionaire playboy, she knows that falling for him would create a forbidden love triangle. He sees her a an ugly-duckling that will soon turn into a swan. Will she trust him to change her lifestyle?

Can she see beyond the billionaire's charm to find the stability she's always craved?

Orphaned young, Carley Lovell has always longed for a man she can trust to never abandon her. Her five-year relationship offers the security she craves, even as the spark between them fades—but everything changes when she meets Monte Buchanan, the man her co-workers call the sexiest man alive. With Monte’s electrifying charm and toe-curling kisses igniting a passion she’s never known, Carley is torn between the thrill of a new love and the safe, stable life she’s built, knowing that falling for Monte could lead to a heartbreak she might never recover from.

Immerse yourself in this wholesome billionaire romance, where passion and intimacy are subtly hinted at, allowing the focus to remain on deep connections and heartfelt moments.

Carley Lovell gripped the shoulder strap of her seatbelt, her knuckles turning white the harder she hung on as dread filled her. She didn’t want to think about what would happen if he didn’t slow down.

Through the windshield, she focused on the rain-slicked road ahead. The pelts of rain hit the glass faster than the blades could remove it, making it almost impossible to see. The blinding storm’s moisture nearly covered the streetlights, and darkness surrounded the car. She silently prayed the airbag in this vehicle worked just in case her boyfriend’s reckless driving ended them in some ditch—or worse, head-on with another car.

“Tom, will you please slow down?” Fear strained her voice, and she swallowed hard.

The back end of the car swayed to the side. She sucked in a quick breath. Tom’s foolishness would certainly cause an accident. Unless he was drunk. If he had been drinking and not told her, she’d definitely yell at him. Then again, she would hold it in. His temper frightened her.

Tom barked an eerie laugh, and the sickening sound scraped her spine. He over-corrected, and the vehicle slid to the right. She squeezed her eyes shut and inwardly prayed for an end to this torture.

The car’s blaring radio and Tom’s hysterical laughter overrode any other sounds. Freeing herself from this nightmare seemed hopeless. The car hit a large bump, and she released a fearful sob as the vehicle finally came to a stop. Thankfully, she didn’t hear the repelling crunch of metal.

“You can open your eyes now, Car.” The mockery in Tom’s voice turned her stomach. “We’ve made it alive and in one piece.”

She peeled her eyes open. Parked safely in front of a bar, she let herself release a gush of air from her lungs, noisily blowing it between her tight lips. “Just barely.”
He laughed again, slapping her shoulder playfully. “Come on, you big baby. Loosen up. You said you wanted to meet my friends, so stop whining.”

Breathing deep and slow, she calmed her hammering pulse and unbuckled her seatbelt with shaky fingers. “I would enjoy meeting them while I’m alive… not in the afterlife.”

His piercing laughter rang out as he climbed out of the car and made his way into the bar. Before joining him, she pulled down the lighted mirror on the visor with a shaky hand and checked her appearance. Normally she didn’t care what she looked like, but tonight was different. She wanted to make an impression on his friends.

A face void of color stared back through the reflection of the mirror. Of course, she had expected to look terrified, but her ashen face made her brown-rimmed glasses appear as if they were attached to a ghost. She pinched her cheeks to add a little color, and then she did her daily ritual of pushing her glasses back onto her nose. Running her fingers through her long hair, she settled the length back on her head and neck, then climbed out of the car.

On wobbly legs, she entered the bar. Tom had already met up with his friends and held a beer in his hand—not that he needed any more to drink tonight.

“Carley.” Tom waved his hand above his head, getting her attention. “We’re over here.”

The dimly lit room held only a dozen people, most of whom sat around the long bar against the wall. Along the front, six booths lined up together. In an open room not ten feet away, twin empty pool tables awaited players. Hopefully, Tom and his friends would meander that way soon and leave her to relax.

Taking a fortifying breath, she straightened and walked toward the table. With each step, her heart hammered. She had to enjoy herself and prove to Tom’s friends she was a fun person. Surrounding the table, seven men sat holding a mug of beer. By the looks of their dopey, glassy-eyed expressions, they had started partying earlier.

Tom draped his arm over her shoulders. “Car, you remember Kevin.” He pointed to the guy on the right. “And this is Peter, Larry…”

She strained to hear the introductions as he circled the table, but the blare of hard rock-and-roll music from the overhead speakers made it impossible. She smiled and nodded, acknowledging them anyway.